Rock Star Page #3

Have you heard his voice?

-Sit and spin.|-Dude, just relax.

I don't care if Bradley can hit|the notes Bobby Beers can hit.

Bobby's leaving the band anyway.

-You don't know.|-Nina and Samantha say he's leaving.

-Bullshit.|-It doesn't matter.

We want people to hear our originals.|We're tired of being a cover band.

-We're a tribute band.|-No, dude. We are a cover band.

The problem is, you think|you're in Steel Dragon.

I love you, man, but you're mental.

Get a grip on reality. You don't know|where Bobby Beers ends and you begin.

I'm mental, because I don't want|to be in a cheesy bar band...

...that butchers music and makes them|listen to your crappy originals!

Crappy? "Whole and a Half" kicks ass.|I'm proud to have written it.

That's why we got|so many requests for it.

Don't sh*t on me because you're|scared to write your own songs.

Yeah, that's it. I'm too scared.

If you wanna make it,|you write your own tunes.

Thanks for the tip, bro.|Look, come on, guys.

We loved playing Dragon tunes. We|couldn't imagine playing anything else.

-I thought it'd be a goof.|-A goof?

Wouldn't you rather fail|as yourself...

...than succeed as|a Bobby Beers clone?

You can write a song about|why I would wanna do that!

All right, you're gone. Just go!

What's so f***ing funny?

Babe, come on. Let's go.

Fine. This is my mike stand!|I'm taking it! These are my cables.

I'll get new cables.

-Don't think I'm coming back.|-I don't.

-Well, that's because I'm not.|-Good.

I'm serious. If I leave,|I'm not coming back!

-You said that!|-Shut up, Bradley.

Last time.

Emily.

If you still want to manage us,|then it's okay with us.

Rob, I'm a businesswoman.

Rule one in this business is|you go where the talent is...

...and all the f***ing talent|that was in this band just left.

You know, those guys are|so replaceable.

It'll take me five minutes to put|together a band and blow them away.

Maybe this is just a sign.

You know, just time to move on.

I'm not in the mood to look|on the bright side now.

No, this is an opportunity for you...

...to write your own songs.

Why?

Be another clown with a guitar,|trying to get attention? No way.

Remember what you wrote|for me on my birthday?

-No.|-Yes, you do.

Come on, please.|It's embarrassing.

Are you done making fun of me yet?

I love that song.

You're not getting it.|You're not hearing me.

I'm telling you,|first time I ever saw you...

...first time I laid eyes on you...

...sophomore year, Bill Starbuck|in The Rainmaker,

I said to myself,|"Oh, my God, that guy's got it."

I mean, my heart stopped.

And I said,|"That guy is going all the way."

I was just singing|someone else's lines.

I did not write them.

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