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(light music)

(birds chirping)

(light music)

(door slamming)

[Cassie] Thanks again for the ride.

(door squeaking)

(bell dings)

I am so sorry.

I was down in the dining room getting ready

for the concert tonight.

Oh, are you one of our artists for tonight?

Oh, no, I'm just passing through.

I just need a room for the night.

Oh, um, well, all right, hang on.

(door squeaking)

We are completely booked up for tonight's concert.

You know what, I have one room left.

Room 147.

It's the best room in the motel, if I do say so myself.

I will need just a little bit of information from you.

Oh, yeah, sure.

So do you play?

The guitar.

Oh (laughs) the guitar.

Yeah, no.

I don't play.

Well, I do, but never in public.

Well, if you change your mind,

we have an open mic competition that starts at six pm.

Thanks, but, I won't.

Cassie Solomon.

Any kin to King Solomon?

Oh, sorry, that's a bad joke.

Uh, here, take this.

[Cassie] What's this?

That is a ticket to tonight's show

and it promises to be a good one.

$15?

I can't afford this.

Oh, go ahead and keep it.

Just come as my guest of honor.

Really?

Why?

Well, let's face facts.

The motel's completely booked out

because of this particular concert

and well, it'd be shame to let that ticket go to waste.

Besides, if you change your mind, the mic's wide open.

Thanks, but I won't.

Well, your room is at the end of this desk

and turn to the right and go to the end of the hall.

Thanks.

And, thanks again for the ticket.

(ethereal music)

(light music)

Hey, Mom, it's me, Cassie.

[Mom] Cass.

Oh, honey, it's good to hear from you.

How are you?

I'm okay.

How's Dad?

[Mom] Doing pretty good considering.

The doctors made him comfortable for now.

Has he been able to go outside much lately?

[Mom] No.

He's been confined to bed for, I don't know,

over a week now.

Cass, he's so weak.

I know how much he hates being trapped indoors.

Listen, I've decided to come home for awhile

to see you and dad.

[Mom] Oh, honey, oh, your father's gonna be so happy!

You're coming home for a visit.

Oh, Cass, you know he loves you so much.

I'm in Hope Springs.

I should be home by this time tomorrow.

[Mom] Hope Springs?

Well, that's not too far from here.

Tell me where you are, I'll get Peter, our pastor,

to come and pick you up.

No, that's okay.

I'm already booked in at a motel.

I'll see you tomorrow.

[Mom] Oh, honey, I can't believe

you're coming home tomorrow.

I love you.

Yeah, I love you, too.

(sighs)

(soft guitar music)

Oh!

I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have.

No, Cassie, it's fine.

That guitar is laid out for anyone

to use tonight at the mic competition.

Cassie, you've got a beautiful voice and a God given talent.

You really oughta come out tonight and sing.

I'm sorry, I shouldn't of come here.

(light guitar music)

[Dad] I don't understand why God would let this happen!

[Mom] You can't blame God.

[Dad] Oh, can't I?

Okay, if God is so great and good,

where was he last Friday night when our son

was killed in a drive-by?

[Mom] I don't have the answer to that,

but God is not to blame.

[Dad] Not to blame?

You're right, God isn't to blame,

because there is no God!

[Mom] Jason, you don't mean that!

[Dad] Oh, but I do.

[Mom] Jason, you are not thinking straight.

Sam loved God.

He loved to sing His praises.

And that gets me through the day,

knowing that right now he is singing before almighty God.

[Dad] Well, I want nothing more to do

with a God that would let that happen to an innocent kid!

And what is that infernal noise?

No more music!

I will have no more of that music in this house.

Do you hear me?

No more music in this house!

(bed creaks)

- Oh, hello, Cassie. - Hey.

How can I help you?

Yeah, I was wondering, is there anywhere

around here to get a coffee?

Uh, you do know you have tea and coffee in your room?

Or, I can go make you a fresh batch.

I mean good coffee.

Oh, well then you're gonna wanna go

to Miss Ester's in town.

She makes the best coffee this side of heaven.

That sounds great.

How far is town?

It's about two miles north of here.

If you give me about 10 minutes, I can drive you.

Oh, that's okay, it's a beautiful day and I'd rather walk.

North, you say?

Yes.

If you'll just veer to the right when you leave here,

there's a path to the left and it'll take

you right into town.

Thanks.

Are you sure I can't drive ya?

No thanks.

(light music) (birds chirping)

Hi, can I get a coffee please?

Yeah, sure can.

Need any cream or sugar?

- Nope, that's great. - Okay, thank you.

(light music)

[Jesse] Hi, Cassie.

[Cassie] Whoa!

I didn't see you come in.

[Jesse] So what do you think about that coffee?

You're right, it is really good.

So you never told me why you came to Hope Springs.

You never asked.

I'm going home.

Home.

And where is that?

Not far from here, actually.

Over in East Canyon.

East Canyon.

Hey, they're the ones that have that cheese factory, right?

Yeah, that's the place.

[Jesse] It's good cheese.

Yeah, it is.

I need to ask you a question.

Why'd you quit playing when I came in today at the motel?

I'd rather not talk about it.

Oh.

Oh, I get it.

You're shy.

It's not that, I just don't sing in front of people.

(chuckles) So you're one of those that sings

in the shower when no one else is around.

Something like that, yeah.

(chuckles)

It's a shame, though.

[Cassie] What is?

That you don't wanna perform publicly.

Not that it's any of your business,

but why is my not wanting to sing

in front of others important to you?

It's not really important to me,

as much as it is important to these people.

Important to them?

(scoffs) How?

Your songs are the very reason that they're here.

I don't get what you mean.

Well, it's really simple.

The songs that you're gonna write in the future

are going to affect everyone in here.

I still don't get what you mean.

I wanna ask you another question.

You ever have a song just hit ya that you couldn't deny

and that you couldn't help but sing?

How do you know that?

I know a lot.

And I know a whole lot about you.

Are you some kinda stalker or a weirdo?

Don't try anything.

We're in a room full of people

and I am not afraid to call for help.

I'm not a stalker, Cassie,

but I am someone who cares about you deeply.

(light music)

Well, I think this conversation is over.

[Jesse] I know.

[Mom] Cass, don't give up on your singing.

Your father's not a well man, he doesn't mean anything.

Mom, he smashed my guitar.

It's not the first time he's told me I'm terrible at music.

[Mom] Cass, you have a gift for music.

The truth is, is you play beautifully

and you sing like an angel.

Thanks for saying so, Mom,

but you can only be told something so many times

before you believe it.

[Mom] Darling, please, don't give up on your music.

You have a gift just like Sam did.

I'm sorry, Mom.

I can't do this anymore.

I can't keep believing two things.

So you chose to believe what your abusive father

had to say about you.

Can you blame me?

He was always going on about how bad I sounded,

for not being able to sing or play,

putting me down and telling me I was nothing, like Sam.

"Sam had all the talent," he would say,

"But you sound like a drowning cat".

Did it ever occur to you that maybe he was just scared?

[Cassie] Scared of what?

Not really of what, but for.

Like for you.

Scared for me?

What do you know about Sam's death?

I know he was killed.

Murdered by a gang member in the city.

Sam was in the city because he had a gig at a large church.

He had a record deal pending and that gig

would've landed him the deal.

He was heading for big things.

So your father, knowing this,

didn't want the same thing to happen to you.

And so he drank himself into becoming an ogre?

I'm sorry, but--

Cassie, I can assure you, he is the one who is sorry.

Sorry?

He's sorry?

Then why has he never said anything?

When's the last time you got him close enough

to you for him to even tell you?

You know, when he destroyed your guitar--

Wait.

How do you know about that?

When he took away your guitar,

he took away more than just an instrument,

he took away your desire to sing,

your drive to share that music with other people,

to make a difference in this world with your music.

And he ruined any chance of us

ever having any kind of meaningful relationship.

Let me show you something.

(dramatic music)

Why did you never leave me?

Because I love you and because my faith.

I have been so foolish.

Yes.

Yes, you have, old man.

But I forgive you, and so does God.

But what about Cassie?

Do you think she'll ever forgive me?

Honestly, I don't know.

The way you were towards her.

[Dad] Yeah.

[Mom] The things you said.

But aren't you the one that always says

that with faith all things are possible?

(chuckles) Yeah, that sounds like me.

Yeah.

Can we pray then?

And ask God to heal mine and Cassie's broken relationship

just like he's healed ours?

I think that'd be a good idea.

[Dad] Yeah.

- Lord-- - No, let me.

Lord,

I know it's, I know it's been awhile since

we've spoken and we ain't spoken much since, since Sam.

But I need you to work at healing

my broken relationship with Cassie.

I love her, always have, but I was scared after Sam

and I didn't wanna lose her too.

But in my stupidity I pushed her away

and lost her anyway.

Oh.

I took so much away from her, including her voice for you.

She wanted so much to follow in Sam's footsteps

and use her talents to sing for you,

but now, I don't know if she even sings anymore.

Lord, if you cannot fix our relationship,

if that is just too broken,

well then I pray that you will at least heal her enough

that she will once again sing for you,

to use her voice,

her music, her songs.

Use her, Lord.

Use her, Lord, in ways we can't even imagine.

In Jesus' name, I pray.

Amen.

(dramatic music)

How do you keep doing that?

It's not important.

But what is important is that God has a plan for you.

God?

And Cassie, I know you don't believe it,

but your talent is not natural.

It is a God given ability that you have locked up

and put away in your heart and it's gathering dust.

And He wants you to share your gift with everyone else.

Everyone else?

Who's everyone else?

You see this couple behind me?

[Cassie] Yeah.

You see how much they're in love?

They haven't met yet.

What you're seeing is a shadow of things to come.

But soon, they're gonna meet, fall in love,

and have a beautiful romance.

And then eventually they're gonna get married.

But then, just a few years later,

they're gonna be facing an ugly, bitter divorce,

and the only thing that can possibly stop them

is hearing one of your songs.

Sometimes life is like an empty mirror

of forgotten dreams and broken trust,

but love is like a new day's dawn.

Breathing freshness into what seems lost.

I wrote that two years ago.

You see the young lady back at that table?

You see how healthy and happy she is?

In 10 years she's gonna end up on a hospital bed

riddled with cancer.

And as everything seems absolutely hopeless

she's gonna hear one of your songs

and she's gonna live her life

to Christ and live forevermore.

The young man at the table back there.

Right now he's in middle school,

but in just a couple of years he's gonna end up

in high school and he's gonna be a victim of bullying.

And then one day he's gonna stand up

and he's gonna say enough is enough.

And on the day that he starts to reach

for his father's pistol, he's gonna hear one of your songs,

Cassie, and that's gonna give him just enough strength

to go talk to his parents and his teachers.

But none of these things can happen

if you don't write those songs and record 'em.

God wants to speak through your music to make lives better.

Starting with your own.

Trust in yourself.

Play the song that God has placed in your heart

and sing your own song.

(light music)

Daddy?

Daddy?

Is that you?

Yes, it's me, angel.

Listen.

I am so sorry for all I did and said to you.

I just wasn't thinking straight after losing Sam.

I couldn't get over his death.

I miss Sam every day and that hurts,

but what hurts more is knowing that I have

a child who is still alive,

but who might as well have been dead to me

all because of what I did and said.

I was scared, Cassie.

So am I, Daddy.

I should have.

Cassie.

Let's stop looking back on what we cannot change.

Instead, can we now look forward?

Good idea, Daddy.

Good.

Now, find your voice

and sing your own song.

(soft guitar music)

♪ Picked up my daddy's old guitar when I was 14 ♪

♪ Somehow it wound up becoming my best friend ♪

♪ Along the way we sure saw a lot and learned some things ♪

♪ And I would put all down on paper with my pen ♪

♪ From beginning to end ♪

♪ Everybody's got a story to tell ♪

♪ Everybody's got a song to sing about ♪

♪ A small town back road sunset ♪

♪ Radio turned up just about as loud as it'll go ♪

♪ That first love and how it felt so right ♪

♪ The first heartbreak that kept you up all night ♪

♪ And every right that turned out to be wrong ♪

♪ Just another melody about the life and times of me ♪

♪ Singing my own song ♪

♪ Singing my own song, singing my own song ♪

♪ Life can sure throw a lotta things right at ya ♪

♪ Make you laugh or cry or make you smile ♪

♪ It can move so fast you don't know how it happens ♪

♪ But every step of the way can be worth every mile ♪

♪ It's all worthwhile ♪

♪ Everybody's got a story to tell ♪

♪ Everybody's got a song to sing ♪

♪ About a small town back road sunset ♪

♪ Radio turned up just about as loud as it'll go ♪

♪ That first love and how it felt so right ♪

♪ The first heartbreak that kept you up all night ♪

♪ And every right that turned out to be wrong ♪

♪ Just another melody about the life and times of me ♪

♪ Singing my own song ♪

♪ Everybody's got a story to tell ♪

♪ Everybody's got a song to sing ♪

♪ About a small town back road sunset ♪

♪ Radio turned up just about as loud as it'll go ♪

♪ That first love and how it felt so right ♪

♪ The first heartbreak that kept you up all night ♪

♪ And every right that turned out to be wrong ♪

♪ Just another melody about the life and times of me ♪

♪ Singing my own song ♪

♪ Singing my own song, singing my own song ♪

♪ Singing my own song ♪

♪ Singing my own song, singing my own song ♪

♪ Singing my own song ♪

(audience clapping) (audience cheering)

(light music)

Cassie, you were amazing tonight.

I knew that if you just followed your heart

you'd find your voice.

Thanks, Jesse.

Oh, by the way, a Marlon Jennings had

to sneak out early.

He's a producer in Nashville and said that

as soon as you get home and see your family,

he's ready to start recording you.

That's amazing!

Sam would be so proud.

I don't know what to say.

Well, why don't you say you're gonna get outta here

and go see your family?

I would, but, there's no bus until the morning.

I know a quicker route.

(dramatic music)

Cassie.

Yes, dear, she'll be here tomorrow afternoon.

No, Cassie.

Oh, honey!

How did you get here so quick?

I had some help from a friend.

Well, I am so glad you're here.

Hey, Daddy.

Hey.

I'm sorry for everything.

No.

No, I'm sorry.

How did the gig go?

[Cassie] How do you know about that?

He, uh, he hasn't been making a lot of sense today.

He's.

He says he's already seen and spoken with you,

but he's been in the bed the whole day.

I think it's the meds he's on.

Well, how did it go?

A record producer gave me this.

He wants to work with me.

I'm glad it's all working out for you.

You know, God has big plans for you, angel.

Yeah, I'm just starting to believe that myself.

I can't believe I have my family back together again.

Praise God.

Oh, honey.

(light music)

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