Frank Page #4

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But I haven't

warmed up my hands.

Um, okay, um...

That's just... that's

a warm-up.

Um...

I've got one...

I've got one that's like...

I was walking down

the street one day

Thinking about

the lady I love

When a guy comes down

And says,

"what do you do?"

No, that's not... I haven't

finished that one.

I've got a kind of a rocky one.

LA-LA...

Lady in the red coat,

what you doing with that bag?

I've only... f***, you know when

you've just got so many songs

and then just none of them'll

f***ing come out?

Oh no, I've got one.

I've got one.

There's one which is like, um...

That's yours.

Don!

Hey, buddy.

- Oh, man.

- How are you feeling?

Better.

He's gonna need a chiropractor.

You bummed out?

- Little bit.

- Why?

I don't think I've ever

been able to find my...

Core song-writing themes.

- You know?

- You can write a song about anything.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

Hey. Like your socks here.

They're pretty original.

Hey, look at this.

This little tuft in the carpet.

I wonder how old he is

in carpet years?

Is it spring? Mmm.

He's the first to wake?

Or... is he old,

but still strong enough

to keep what winter

wants to take?

Lone standing tuft

Defies the foot

Is it luck that

you're still standing?

You've not been

flattened, too

Do you tremble beneath

the gentle breeze

That's displaced

by my shoe?

Lone standing tuft.

- It's silly.

- Frank.

That's amazing.

Flattered grin, followed

by a bashful half-smile.

No, people should

know about you.

You should be famous.

You understand.

- I understand what?

- Understand that there are

people out there

that might like our music.

Sometimes I think Clara

doesn't care if people

like us or not.

- Really?

- It's weird.

It's really weird.

- What is this?

- Potato.

And what is this?

Stew.

You should go home.

Frank picked me, okay?

So it's not up to you.

- Excuse me?

- He said I was cherishable,

and he picked me

to join the band.

You are fingers being told

which keys to push.

- I push my own keys.

- 10 little bits

of bone and skin.

And I'm perfectly capable

of going to my furthest corners

and composing music.

- Your furthest corners?

- My furthest corners.

Someone needs to punch you

in the face.

Lips pursed together

as if to say

"enough frivolity."

Today...

We begin work

on the album in earnest.

"Frank wants us to start

- everything from scratch."

- Note the color-coding.

"He's created an entirely

new musical notation system."

...the entire universe,

like tiny little galaxies...

"We've designed

our own instruments."

"He has initiated

a strict regime

of physical exercise."

Oh, for f***'s sake!

"Fortunately, we have

a safe word for when

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