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- Okay, that sounded a bit... tighter?

- Keyboard was a bit off on the bridge, though.

- Really? 'Cause the drums threw me off,

only it was more in the verse.

- It sounded like this tape of whales my Aunt Pia has.

- We have to do better. - Dude, we only have three days.

- Well, we aren't going to win

$10,000 worth of free recording again.

And we have to use it now and we have to be better.

- Yeah, and we could be if...

... if Jimmy could play with us.

- I wish he could, too.

- Well, what if we tried "Everything's Dust"?

- Sure. The song that just so happens to be all about you.

- I think what Spinner means is that, uh...

we've come a long way since that song.

- But it's how we won the contest.

I mean, we know it works for us.

- Yeah, it worked for you, anyway.

- What? - Let's just try it.

- Yeah, alright. So, what?

One, two,

crap, four...

� Whatever it takes �

� I know I can make it through �

� Uh huh alright �

� If I hold out �

� If I do �

� I know I can make it through �

� Be the best �

� Be the best I can �

� And... and I say to you �

� Whatever it takes � � I know I can make it �

� I know I can make it �

� I know I can make it through ��

- Ew! Okay, there is gum on this chair!

Excuse me, Mr. Simpson,

but gum on chairs is disgrossting and illegal!

- Just find another seat. It's not the end of the world.

- Hello? It's watermelon.

- Yeah, you definitely need to come with me to yoga.

They offer it after school in the gym.

- Yeah, I prefer retail therapy. - Honestly,

it's the only thing keeping me sane since...

Well, you know.

(sighing) - I'm so sorry -

I haven't even asked about Jimmy today.

Or you.

- He's okay.

Me? I'm just glad the school gave us a way to de-stress

that doesn't involve more talking.

- Do not let the cult of yoga suck you in.

You'll end up wearing batik and eating spelt

and I'll have to perform an exorcism

to get my Hazel back. - Coming to yoga today?

- Wouldn't miss it, Mr. Oleander.

- Mr. O. teaches yoga?

What was I thinking? I love yoga.

- Okay, everyone. A special treat today.

Mr. Oleander, our student teacher here,

is gonna start the class off with a discussion

on subliminal messages in mainstream media.

Mm. It's all yours. - Thanks.

Hey, everybody. Um...

Did that work?

Good.

Okay, so...

in the early 1950s,

an advertising expert by the name of James Vicary

walked into a movie theatre...

- We can't make the new song work without you.

I thought Spin was gonna walk out of rehearsal.

- Yeah, Spinner walks out on a lot of things.

- Yeah. So, um,

Ash thinks that we should do that song from last year.

Y'know, "Dust." - Ashley?

- Yeah. She's been, uh, coming to rehearsals,

advising and stuff. - Okay.

Is that what you're calling it these days?

- No, we're... there's nothing going on

with me and Ash. We're friends.

- Okay, look. I may be crippled, man, but I'm not blind.

- Don't.

You're not crippled. Okay?

- I guess I won't be for long.

Just like I imagine that you and Ashley

won't "just be friends" for long, either.

- What, did you get brain damage, too?

Ashley and I

are not gonna happen again.

- Whatever...

Whatever.

- In the warrior stance,

your feet are firmly rooted in the earth.

Your knee is over your ankle,

your shin is vertical.

Good.

- Doesn't Mr. O. look oh-so fetching

in his yoga pants?

- Fetching is for dogs...

and Mr. Oleander is not a dog.

(bell tinkling) Shhh!

- Excellent, Paige.

- Breathe... How's that feel?

- Amazing.

- Extra points for smiling.

- He was flirting with me.

- He's a teacher.

- Student teacher, hello.

� Don't ask me why I couldn't see it... �

� That'd take me years to figure out �

- So what do you think?

- I think you're brilliant!

- Your song is brilliant. - Um...

doesn't it sound kind of... pretty?

I mean, we are a rock band.

- Hey, hey, it's good contrast.

It's counterpoint.

- Maybe it'd help if we worked on the bass line.

You know, made it less simple?

- Hey, guys, sorry I'm late.

- Spinner, we've been here an hour!

- You wanna sit on the chair...thing?

- Thanks, Stix.

- Who's Stix?

And why is she here?

- I'm Stix,

okay? And I just thought

that since the band is open to any and all chicks,

I'd bring my own amuse.

- You mean "muse"?

- I mean, do you think it meant something?

It might of, but then Hazel said that...

This is torture.

- You and the Furby just broke up.

It's okay to be single for 20 minutes.

- Easy for you to say.

- To say what?

- That, um...

uh...

I so hate polyester.

- Okay?

Anyways, I was just walking by,

thought I'd come say hi to my favourite yoga student.

- You should go for it.

- What?! - "I happened to see

my favorite yoga student?" Please, he loves you.

- There is no such thing as bad publicity,

but there is such a thing as a bad shirt.

- I couldn't agree with you more.

- I like this shirt.

Okay, whatever. I don't know why we bother.

Because it's obvious we're just the back-up band

for Ashley and Craig's Variety Hour.

- Spin, stop being a drama queen, okay?

It's not like that.

- It's like you and I aren't even in the band.

- ...it's just the school paper. - You gotta start somewhere.

- And I can see us going really far.

With the band, I mean.

- Let's commence. Deadline looming...

- So where do you see your band going?

- Actually, we-- - Far. Really far.

- Uh, who are your major influences?

- We-- - We all love Death Cab...

(both): Neutral Milk Hotel. - Okay, uh...

where do your songs come from?

- We like to look at-- - Well, actually, they all come

from a bunch of different sources of inspiration.

Okay, um, any solo projects coming up?

- Uh, yeah. Marco and I, we have, uh--

- God, no, no, no, no.

This is only our first single. - Okay.

What would you like to say to your fans?

- Just keep watching us and you ain't seen nothin' yet.

- Uh...

everyone say "Themistocles."

- Themistocles.

- Fabulous. - Alright.

- That was really cool. - Yeah, yeah - it was good.

- That was great. - Thanks, Liberty.

- It's gonna be an interesting article.

- Hey.

- Hey, Craig? Um, we have a problem.

- O-kay. So let's talk.

- Ash has gotta go.

- Whoa, Stix, hey, slow it down.

Ash has gotta go.

- Has everyone gone nuts?! - She's not in the band, Craig.

We never agreed to it.

- Yes, you did. - Dude, it used to be our band.

Remember? It used to be about us.

- It's still about us.

- Ash lost the contest, okay?

To us - and to Jimmy.

So why does she get to be on the recording?

(sighing) - Look, recording this single...

it means everything to me, okay? - Dude -

either she goes or we do, okay?

'Cause it's not working.

- You have to fire her.

- Remember the recording session?

- Uh... hi. And yeah, how could I forget?

- Yeah. Um...

I don't know how to tell you this--

- Hey, look, I'm nervous too.

But I mean, you'll be there. You know?

All I have to do is look over at you and I'll be fine.

So you wanted to tell me something?

- Look, you did the right thing, okay?

I'm sure it was painful for you and Ash,

but, hey, at least us guys can be us guys again.

- Painful? The opposite.

Ashley and I?

We're... we're back!

We're back together!

- Oh, gee, I thought she woulda been all mad when you fired her.

- Uh, yeah.

He didn't fire her, Spinner.

- Well, like I could kiss her and then do it, c'mon.

Marco, cut me some slack.

What? It's not that big of a deal!

- Extend the crown of your head...

... and breathe deeply.

Good.

Good.

You're a natural, Heather.

Perfect.

- He didn't even look at me!

All he could look at were Heather Sinclair's trashy roots

and her big, round--

- Not to sound like a broken record, but he is a teacher.

- How am I supposed to go for it if he won't even look at me?

- Maybe you shouldn't go for it. You know older guys

are not always a good match. - Shhh!

- Hey, Charlie, just got your message.

Uh, yeah, eight o'clock, Bar Craft, see you then. Bye.

- Where's Bar Craft?

- So one minute we're talking

first-recording-session butterflies and the next?

Full-on lip lock.

- Don't do it.

- Yeah, a little late for that.

- Not the kiss. The rest.

- Well, he's different. I think.

- Guys suck, Ashley.

They enjoy messing with our feelings

and then sticking us with the rent.

Just don't come crying to me

when he "Craigs out" on you.

- Everything okay?

Your, uh, your text was all in caps.

- Yeah, I just... I figured we should talk before rehearsal.

About yesterday? - Right.

Okay, um, well,

it sorta took me by surprise.

- Yeah, join the club.

- So you're confused too?

- You know, maybe we were just, uh,

reaching for something familiar.

You know? Given Jimmy, everything that's happened...

- Oh.

Never thought of that. - Well...

you know, we have been doing great as friends, right?

- Right.

And who'd want to screw that up?

- Yeah. Who would?

- Good. Great. Good.

I'm glad we got that settled.

- Yeah, well, hey, at least we still have the band.

- Yeah.

- I hope they have yoga in jail.

- We're not going to jail, okay? Our ID is super-good.

I swear, Dylan's dorm mate's Mafia.

- So we'll be in jail and the witness protection program.

- Hazel, breathe out tension, breathe in peace, remember?

- When's your birthday?

- Um, you know...

It's, uh... it's November 19th.

- Of what year?

- Oh, crap. Nineteen--

- Too slow. You're in jail.

- Okay, what's your postal code?

- Ahem. ID, ladies.

- So last practice, eh? Tomorrow's our big break.

- Yeah, great. Where's Ash?

- Um, kitchen. Getting us some--

- Guys, can't we get a prettier one?

- Oh, yeah, um,

because you get to do what you want,

I'm putting Manny on tambourine.

- What? Every man for himself,

right, Craig?

- Hey, guys.

Did I miss something?

- Yeah, actually. Craig, why don't you tell Ashley

about the changes we made to our band?

- They include the accordion?

Playing a nice polka?

Okay, um, we record tomorrow.

Why are we making changes now?

- Tell her why, Craig.

No?

Alright.

And a-one-still-crap-four.

� I don't know �

� If you'll forgive me �

� For being so blind �

� To how you felt �

� Don't ask me �

� Why I couldn't see it... ��

(music)

- We did it, we did it, we did it!

- Paige, you need to get out more.

- Okay.

There he is!

- Okay, calm down, calm down.

- Ohmygawd, he is drinking beer.

That is so cute. I could die.

Mr. O.?

Wow, never thought I'd see you in here.

- Paige. Hey.

Um...

You know this is a bar, right?

- I love this place. Can I sit down?

Can I, uh, buy you a drink?

- Hey, Matty. - Hey.

Hey, Paige, I want you to meet someone.

This is Charlie... my girlfriend.

- Oh.

- Uh, Paige is a student of mine.

- Aw, that's so sweet.

I think she's kinda crushin' on you, Matty.

- I'll have a red wine and a Shirley Temple

for the kid here. It's a school night.

- Ow! Ow! - Bad girls.

- Hey, I'm 19!

This is ridiculous.

- It's uber-cool. I can't believe we're recording.

- Yeah, it is just like we always wanted.

Eh, Craig?

- Sure. A gypsy rock 'n' roll act.

- Hey, it's your choice, buddy.

Hey, sorry I'm late.

Cab driver got lost. My luck.

- C'mon, guys, we're on the clock.

Um... um, I'm sorry,

I don't... I don't mean to be a diva,

but are we really gonna record like this?

- Well, what do you mean, Your Highness?

- With the accordion and the tambourine...?

Craig?

- Yeah, okay, guys,

Let's go get some more free food, eh?

Here, hold this.

- Dibs on the cinnamon buns.

- Oh, yeah.

- Uh, Craig? What's going on?

Look, I'm not stupid. You have to tell me.

- Okay, um...

You need to leave.

You're out of the band.

- And, um...

... the whole band wants this?

- Yeah.

But I don't.

It's just--

- No, no, it's...

it's just business.

� I don't know if you'll forgive me �

� For being so blind �

� To how you felt �

� Don't ask me why I couldn't see it �

� That'd take me years �

� To figure out �

� And that's not something I know much about �

� Yeah yeah �

� Yeah What I know �

� Is that I hurt you oh �

� What I know is that I suck �

� And what I know is that I'm sorry �

� What I know �

� Is that I'm a loser yeah �

� What I know is I screwed up �

� And then I never earned your trust �

� What I know �

� Is that everything... �

� Everything... �

- Uh... Craig?

Craig.

- Uh...

okay, that was awesome.

Let's just take it from the top...

- I can't do it. - What? Whoa,

Craig, of course you can. - No, no, no! Where you going?

- Um... everything...

it was all about Ashley.

It wasn't about a single

or-or making it big.

Just Ashley. - No, Craig...

(dropping drumsticks)

- Ashley!

Uh, Ashley!

Hey.

- What are you doing here? You're recording.

- I couldn't.

I couldn't do it.

Especially a song that meant so much to us.

- Well, so... so you just left?

How could you throw a chance like that away!?

- Look, the recording studio will always be there.

But... you, I wasn't... wasn't so sure.

- What?

- I... I... Sorry.

I... Ah... I thought that...

Omigod.

- Hey...

If you think you're just gonna walk away...

So, um...

do you think we can, uh-- - Yeah.

Yeah. Yeah, I do.

- So do I.

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