Rock Star Page #2

She and Rob went to see Wham!|Won't be back for a while.

Wham!? Oh, God.

George Michael's a wuss.|I'm gonna give Rob sh*t for it.

He'll want to cover that.

All right, you.

Okay, now just relax.

-Is it numb?|-I think so.

Feel that?

-Sure you want to do this?|-Yeah, Bobby did it last week.

-I love you, babe.|-I love you.

Okay, don't look. Don't look.

-God, that had to hurt.|-Yes, it does. Oh, God.

You want to do the other one?

No. You want to do yours?

-Maybe.|-Come on. Let's do yours.

Testing, testing. One, two.

-No way!|-That's right. That's my boy.

All right, ladies,|who had the weenies?

Do I have too much foundation on?

I keep putting this sh*t on|till I want to f*** myself.

-Hey, Rob, you wearing underwear?|-No.

Rob.

You know the drill. No panties.

-Get up.|-I am not freezing my balls--

Just stand up and drop it.

-I'm not taking it off.|-Come on.

If you want, take them off.|I am not taking off--

Your woman's an animal!

All right!

Before we get too into this party.

-I love you!|-Love you too.

Before we get too deep into this party,|I want to thank IKey Steel...

...for letting us use their place|of business to pay tribute...

...to the metal created by|none other than Steel Dragon!

And a special thanks|to my brother, Joe...

...who gave me my first Dragon|record because he hated it.

And to my parents, because they|let me play it as loud as I wanted!

-That's my boy!|-That's my baby!

Because they rock!

Now, this next tune...

...l'd like to dedicate to someone|who, when I first met...

...ripped my heart out|and put it through a bloody blender.

That's right! This one's for Emily!

She turns me up and shakes me|down and makes me want to what?

Stand up and shout!

What was that?

What was what?

There's no solo break|after the chorus.

They don't care.

That's not how the song goes.

I know how the song goes.

If you know how it goes,|then play it right.

Chris, you are taking this sh*t|too seriously.

That's right, because the music|deserves to be taken seriously.

If you don't,|you don't deserve to play it.

All right, you need to get a grip.

You've ruined your performance.|Do not ruin mine!

Hey!

Plug that f***er back in.

Quit it!

-That's my amp!|-Do not ruin this concert! Do not!

Hey, f*** this concert!

Here we go again.

-Hit him in the bollocks.|-That wraps it up for tonight.

Grab a T-shirt and cassette on|your way out. Thanks for coming.

Cut it.

-What's up?|-What's he doing here?

-What are you doing here?|-Bradley's our new front man.

You made your point.|Get him out now.

-Only one leaving is you.|-Chris, see these?

It's the new P.A. he brought with him.|And that's the new mixing board.

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