The Beat Beneath My Feet Page #3

Great. Why don't you get him to

teach you how to play it?

He would but he's

too busy at the mo.

- Right.

- I've written a new riff.

Ah, well... why don't you go in

your studio here and play it.

Invert it.

Play it somewhere else.

No, on the guitar.

Oh.

Play the chord.

Give me a 'D' two frets up.

Now back to the 'E', on the 12th.

It's like the same chord further up.

Inversion.

Can you still do that with the...?

Don't worry about my hand.

Just keep playing.

In front of an audience.

Well done.

Thanks. Can I leave it here?

No, just take it.

I can't.

- Why not?

- My mum doesn't know I've got it.

- Where do you keep it?

- In the air vent. On the roof.

Why?

Dad's in a band and mum hates

everything he stands for.

She'd go mental if she found out

I was doing music.

She wants me to be a solicitor

or something like her stupid friends.

Yeah, that's real interesting.

Not the solicitor part,

of course, but the secrets.

You got secrets.

So the way I see it, we have us

a blackmail Mexican stand-off.

You try to ruin my life,

I will ruin yours.

I like that.

It's a balance of power.

Takes us back to the way we were before.

We can just go on ignoring each other.

Yeah, but it's not balanced.

I'll tell everyone

that you're Max Stone.

Yeah, and I will tell your mum

about the Devil's music.

Well, I'll tell everyone

you tried to touch me.

Someone help, it's a pedo!

Pedo, retard.

Stefan Pavlovski.

Stefan Pavlovski?

Smoking helps with the pain.

You're not even supposed to

smoke cigarettes out there.

Would you tuck yourself in.

Oh, yeah. Sorry, nurse.

Don't call me that.

- You haven't done your exercises, have you?

- No.

- Why do you bother coming?

- If I don't they cut off my disability benefit.

- Okay, let's leave it there.

- Yes.

I'm seeing my dad tomorrow.

By next lesson I'll have a proper axe.

- Leave me alone.

- Tom.

Tom.

Well it rained all night and

it's cold all day

I can't carry the weight,

think I might die

The cupboard's empty again

Oh my belly cries out

I'm so hungry that

I think I might die

What's going on in here?

It's, it's Tom's dad.

- What happened to him?

- He's run away to Spain with some girl.

Not a word. He didn't

even say goodbye to Tom.

Tom. Don't throw anything,

I'm coming in.

I've wrecked a few rooms in my day.

It's good work.

He took my money.

You're gonna have to get used to

that in this business.

So you think I can do it?

Got a few things

working against you.

Like?

Crippling shyness that renders you incapable

of playing in front of anyone except me.

Right, apart from that.

You've gotta find

your own voice.

Every great guitar

player has a unique voice.

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