Petra: Let's go over the plan one more time, we go to the garage.
Nicky: To the garage!
P: Then we get the instruments.
N: The instruments!
P: Yes, thank you Nicky. Then we set ourselves up in the lounge, with the projector.
N: With the projector!
P: Okay, right, fine. Are we ready?
Taylor: What if someone bumps my globe? Frankie: Get some knives yeah-
N: No, costumes costumes, we need costumes that match, like the Beatles. Four grey suits.
P: No. No costumes and no knives. We need to go - now!
Final Call. FINAL CALL!
N: Hey Petra, yeah just wondering what we're performing, I've written a new song and it's so close to being done.
It's about the environment and stuff.
P: Uh, that's really great Nicky. Really creative of you.
But no, absolutely not.
N: Sure.
[party music]
Bryn: You gave it to those guys? Puck: Yeah-
B: Are you, are you serious?! Puck: But-
B: No Puck, argh you fucked it up, argh you've ruined her night you've ruined my night.
Do you know how much those pills cost?
Puck: You told me they'd be wearing the jacket you never said their name!
Bryn! Bryn!
Who let you out.
N: Hi Puck, ah, we're gonna do a song in the lounge.
We're just getting our guitars and stuff first.
P: We?
N: Yeah, I... Puck: Looks like you're stuck with me. Let's go.
P: I found my drugs! But I gave them to the wrong person because I'm very irresponsible and foolish!
N: Are you sure this is the way to the garage?
[music intensifies]
P: We worry worry worry Nicky, but none of it really matters, and then we don't worry at all.
And then we fuck everything up! We're human, we're so predictable!
N: I'm writing a song about how we can help the Earth, though.
P: The Earth will be fine, it's gone through worse shit. We haven't though, we're killing ourselves.
Awhi!
Awhina: Where's Bryn? P: Uhh...
N: But my song. We can make a change.
P: Why, why, why do you worry when it doesn't even matter?
Nothing matters.
[splashing sound]
N: What the frick?
Now I have to change. P: We can do anything -
Are you angry at me, Nicky? Tell me that you hate me.
N: It's okay Puck, I forgive you.
P: Ah, yes!
We're gonna find you something to wear. The audience will love you.
You don't need your friends, Nicky. They left you, they don't want you.
N: They left...
P: Yes, but the, but the audience will love you.
Hmm... there's so many rock gods you could be. Joan Jett, Jimi Hendrix.
Mick Jagger, Patti Smith...
Oohh a woollen hat. Perfect weather for it.
And a scarf...a neon pink dress?
Yes, I've found the only possible thing you could wear.
[Puck knocks on the door]
N: How about the scarf?
P: No, a truly heinous scarf my friend, truly heinous.
I'll let you change.
I was thinking about rock gods, and what makes them cool.
It's just perception.
When really we're all just dust.
Do you think you're cool Nicky? Because you're just dust.
Just atoms.
Just another mess of blood and bone.
N: Doesn't matter if you're cool, that's what my mum says.
Just be kind. "I don't care if my kids are smart, as long as they're kind."
It's a bit...
big.
[eerie party music]
[unnerving music]
N: Guys?
Is she okay?
A: Fluffy. Near me.
[Awhina laughs]
A: I like your music.
N: I've got a song.
Carbon emissions emitting admitting is halfway there , committing now that you're aware.
And I shall sing that they shall hear, I am not afraid!
[music builds]
[Puck laughs]