Days of Power Page #2

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Okay.

I'll meet you over there.

We're actually gonna see

a real movie in a theater.

You're a back up singer!

I need an autograph from you.

Hey.

Don't touch her.

Trust me, it'll be a problem.

All right, all right.

Brooklyn.

I'm sorry.

- Chill, man.

- He just wants an autograph.

Hey.

You know I, um,

I haven't signed

one of these in a long time.

What did I miss?

He just wants an autograph.

It's okay.

- Relax.

- Okay, so that's one point for you.

- Wait, what are we seeing?

- I'll get a few more before we're out here.

Dude.

Calm down, brother.

Thank you.

- Zoey!

- Take care.

My hero.

It's Milow.

Hello?

How are you?

I just can't stop thinking

about that ridiculous

sound check last night.

- It was crazy.

- Oh, my god.

He had no idea

what he was doing.

I can't believe we even

made it through the sound check.

I mean, what did he say?

I mean, "hit the mic

- as hard as you can"?

- As hard as you can.

- Oh, yeah.

- What? Like, what?

The guy thought that was faster.

I love you, too.

Ciao.

That guy in the lobby

was an a**hole.

Brooklyn, relax.

He's gone.

But that sound guy

was almost as slow

as our good friend Riley here.

Here we go.

Oh, no, not possible.

Not possible.

Plus that goofy hair and girly makeup

you wear takes too much effort.

- That's it, I'm out.

- The man has a point.

No, please stay.

- Where you going?

- I'm out.

Well, hurry, or you'll

miss the previews.

Be courteous to others.

- Turn off all cell phones.

- I'll have to find a mirror, no doubt,

Devices while watching the film.

What happened earlier?

It was just a guy

who wanted my autograph,

and Brooklyn freaked out on him.

- But it was fine.

- Of course.

No one puts Zoey in the corner.

You spilled your popcorn

all over me.

I got hot buttered nipples.

You're welcome.

They're gonna miss the movie.

Good.

Enjoy the movie.

Okay.

Give it to me

rocket love

give it to me

rocket love

give it to me,

give it to me

give it to me,

rocket love

give it to me

give it to me

give it to me,

rocket love

Are you sure this is

the right address?

Yeah.

No signal.

That's it.

I'm switching services

as soon as we get back to L.A.

Yeah, me, too.

Well.

How did I get roped

into videoing this sh*t?

Relax. The guy needed

a personal day.

- Let it go.

- Why are you so bitchy?

I'm not bitchy.

How come every time

I decide to criticize you,

I'm suddenly being bitchy?

Okay, miss not bitchy,

let's take a poll

when this documentary comes out

and see how many times

when I say you're being bitchy,

the fans think you are, too.

Like you're even

going to be in it

when they finish editing it.

Right, like you're the only

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