Power Ballad

Whoo!

Who's ready to celebrate, huh?

Power of love!

All right! Thank you!

Oh, Gary and Jean, congratulations.

Well, one more? One more?

All right, we'll do one more.

All right, but hold on. Hold on. All right.

You guys seem pretty cool. I'm gonna try something.

It's a little... a little different, okay?

Some of you might recognize this one. It's off my first album.

Fucking nice, lads.

Do you want to go for a drink?

-I'm shattered. -Can you order me a Coke?

Huh!

These are fucking deadly.

That was the last time, Rick.

No more dusting your dreams off in the middle of a set.

Stick to the hits.

They would've loved that song if they'd just stuck around to hear it.

It's their fucking loss.

All right. I get it. I know. I know, all right?

I get carried away sometimes, but these songs need to be played.

Rick, this is the wedding game.

These people are about to jump off a cliff with someone.

They want something safe. Something familiar.

Not your weird late-'80s, possibly early '90s,

hard-to-define rock that you do.

So, what? Are you gonna fire me?

Not yet.

Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

We're not rock stars, Rick.

We're human jukeboxes.

Never forget that.

Come on, girls. You're gonna be late!

Mum, hurry up!

All right, you got everything? You got your homework?

-Yeah. Mm-hmm. -Yeah?

-You all set? -Mm-hmm.

-You sure you got everything? -I'm gonna be late.

-Yes, I do. -But have a great one, okay, sweetie?

-Okay. -Love you.

Have a good one!

-Will we see you tonight? -No, I'm staying over tonight, remember?

-Oh, okay. See you for breakfast? -Yeah. All right.

-Do a good show, all right? -Okay.

Hey! You still got it, baby.

Oh. Get over here, you rock bitch.

Mmm.

Don't fuck any groupies.

-Not unless you call me first. -Oh, my God.

Mum, leave him alone, would ya?

Yeah, leave me alone, okay?

-I'll be waiting. -All right.

Good morning, Mr. O'Brien.

Hey, Rick!

Here we are, boys.

Wakey-wakey.

Good morning.

Am I making a right here?

That's it, Rick.

Here we are, boys!

Look at this fuckin' place.

Is this Downton Abbey?

Wow!

Oh, are we staying in the main house?

Where the fuck are you going with it?

-It's back there. -It should be up here.

Past the second gate, and then it's on the left.

-Ah, fuck. -Fuck, man.

Oh, yeah. That's our girl.

Come all the way in.

Right. Um...

This is ye.

You've got two bunks, and then the blow-up bed,

which you'll have to blow up.

The email said something about the room being en suite.

Welcome to Ashdrum Castle.

I'll see yiz at the gig, yeah?

-Thanks, Claire. -Thanks.

Bye.

Jaysus, I'm bursting.

You'll never guess who's gonna be at this wedding.

Who?

Danny Wilson!

Who the fuck is that, Kyle?

That's that kid from the boy band. What are they called again?

-Which band? -It's a boy band with all the boys in it.

What are they called again?

-Inseparable. -No.

Irreparable.

-Insufferable? -No, no.

He was on a reality TV show, remember that?

-What was that called again? -I can't remember.

Are we stoned? Or just old?

Bit of both.

-Impossible! -What?

-That's the one. -Look, Danny Wilson.

He''s all over social media.

He's in town for the wedding.

He's a childhood friend of the groom's.

Ah, yeah. They were a brilliant band.

They were in me fucking hole brilliant, Kyle.

Danny Wilson.

He was the one with the impossibly cute smile,

and let's not even talk about that hair.

While his buddies from Impossible went on to successful solo careers,

Danny has taken the scenic route.

Hey, Danny. We're waiting for you. No pressure.

We are screwed, guys.

I'm telling you, this is just death of the music industry right there.

Manufactured content for young, excitable teens.

Rock is dead.

I don't want to sound like it was, you know, better in our day

but it was better in our day.

All right!

That was great!

Whoo!

Will you ask him...

-Thank you! -Ask him. Ask him if he can do it now.

My guy, great sounds.

-Oh. Thanks, man. Congratulations. -Oh, thanks.

Uh, listen, man. Do you think a buddy of mine could sit in for a couple of songs?

-He's a singer. -Oh, uh... Well, we don't really do that.

I understand, but it's just a song or two?

For Barbara.

Please, Rick? It would literally make my night.

-Please? -Let him up, Rick.

Yeah. No, uh, of course. Yeah, absolutely.

Thank you so much!

Hey, everyone. Um...

-What a day. -Speech, George! Speech!

Let's give a round of applause for this great band, The Bride and Groom!

It's "Groove."

The Bride and "Groove."

Yeah, that's what I said.

It's a pun.

Um, I just want to invite someone up here to sing a couple of songs.

Goddamn it, Danny. Danny Wilson, get your ass up here

-and give us some of your magic! -What a snake.

-Go on, Danny! -Danny! Danny! Danny!

Danny! Danny! Danny! Danny!

-Thank you so much. -Congratulations.

Thanks, man.

Hey, man. You guys sound great. Um, I'll just do one and get out of your hair.

No worries, man. What do you want to do?

Um, what's next on your set list?

-"I Wish." -Stevie. Perfect.

-Love it. All right. -Okay.