As I Open My Eyes Page #2

Okay.

But I want to meet your friends later.

Okay.

Go and get ready then.

And don't forget...

we have to hand in

your form for university tomorrow.

It's ready. It's on my desk. Take it.

Good.

From boredom, nothing survives

Sober or inebriated

Your head explodes from torpidity

Neither remedy nor incense

have any effect

Wherever you go

you're up against the wall

You find yourself

turning, turning, turning

From boredom, nothing survives

sober or inebriated

You're overflowing with bad luck

Every night, every day

And should you rejoice

the sky falls in on you

You get up, flee

and you're turning, turning

Keep going.

Take it from the top.

Ska, focus.

Bohrne, why take it from the top?

We need the end.

The end's not sorted.

Why do the whole thing?

There's an issue, find a solution.

What do you want me to change?

- That's your job.

- Really.

You're the singer. Adapt.

He can't change for you.

I've already tried and I can't.

The part's wrong.

Bohrne has to change it.

But the gig's tonight.

You want to play it tonight?

No, man, we'll carry on doing covers.

Are you crazy? All this work to do covers.

Farah's right.

We need a week to finish it.

We'll never do it.

Farah, that's enough.

What now? What did I say wrong?

What?

Aren't you afraid of anything?

I'm afraid of Ins.

- We said not at rehearsals.

- No one's here.

Make up your mind.

No one must know,

not in front of the others.

- And I want a kiss.

- And you want a kiss?

Pest.

You don't know what you want.

See? You're fearless.

Come over here.

We were supposed to practice

with the kids' clubs this summer.

Exactly. We're just keeping the kids.

The rest is too much energy, movement...

The kids don't have cigarettes.

It's Ramadan soon. Where will we go?

I've been told the bands have to go.

I'm just following the rules.

Sh*t, the same problems all the time.

Go and do the bedroom.

I prefer not to talk here.

I'm not sure I should

have come personally.

In these cases,

someone goes to talk to the parents.

Farah is hanging out with people

known to the police.

If she carries on like them,

she'll be in trouble.

You mean the people in her band?

Don't you have anything better to do?

- You don't know them.

- I know my daughter.

So you know, she was drunk in town

yesterday. In a men's bar.

She sang as well.

A song about our country.

Hayet, you need

to look out for your daughter...

She reminds me of you at her age.

What I'm telling you...

is for her own good.

You should have sent someone else.

Now leave my house.

See this gentleman out.

What's the matter, Hayet?

- Farah went out yesterday?

- I don't know.

You're lying.

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