Len and Company Page #6

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like, we even-

we wrote some new songs

and have some pretty decent

recordings now.

And, uh, like...

I don't know, we've been

playing shows too in Brooklyn.

Like, nothing big, but we've

had a pretty good responses-

- Yeah, that's, that's great.

Good.

- Yeah.

- Great.

- I mean, it's going, yeah.

- Before they don

armor tomorrow.

- Yeah, I mean, we've-

we-we even planned out,

like, our goals for the year.

- Goals?

- Yeah.

Like, I mean, the same-

they're the same goals

as last year, but we just have

a different date on it.

- Huh.

- 'Cause, yeah.

What?

[people shouting]

- I want to show you something.

- What are you...

[people cheering]

Should I come-

should I follow you?

- Yes, you should.

- All right.

- There's going to have to be

a certain amount

of violence.

- Do you know what this is?

- It's your favorite guitar.

. Yep-

My first Telecaster.

[scoffs]

Hold it.

- It's light.

- Yeah.

- It's like-

- Feel the ash grain

through the finish, can't you?

- Yeah.

- Don't look at your hands.

[guitar strums]

Only girl guitarists

look at their hands.

. Okay"

[guitar strumming]

Oh, man.

- You feel all right?

- Sure, yeah.

- You feel cool, yeah?

- I feel all right.

- Feel the velocity?

- I feel something.

- Right.

Go on, smash it.

- What?

- Hold it high above your head

and bring it crashing down

to the ground.

- You're joking, right?

- No.

- It's gonna break.

- Yeah, it'll probably snap in

half, and all these little bits

will go flying round the room.

- This is so stupid.

- It's f***ing mental,

so do it.

- No.

- Don't think about it.

Don't think about

the consequences, Max.

Just f***ing do something.

- This is-

- F***ing break it.

- No.

No.

- [sighs]

- [sighs]

- Your mum...

She ever ask about me?

- What?

Who's that?

- F***ing hell.

- What?

- [sighs]

- Who is it?

- F***.

I don't know, do I?

Oh, f*** me sideways.

- What?

- Shh.

- [whispering]

Who is it?

- Shh, get away

from the f***ing window!

. Okay"

- F***.

- Who is it?

- Get down!

Don't-just don't

f***ing move a muscle.

- Who is it?

- Down.

Just f***ing ignore her.

She might go away.

- Ignore who?

- F***ing mother-

a box of f***ing frogs, man.

- Is that Zoe?

- Yes, it is f***ing Zoe.

- Why are you-

what are you doing?

- Go f*** yourself, Len.

loan hear you.

- Oh.

[knocking at door]

Holy Mary, mother of Christ.

- Come on, Len, let me in!

- Help me now

in my hour of need.

[knocking at door]

- I'm in the back, Len.

' Lem'

- Okay, let her in.

[knocking at door]

Let her in.

- Len, open the door.

[knocking at door]

- Hey, Max.

- Oh, hi.

Hi.

- Wow.

How are you?

- I'm doing okay.

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