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Britpop Circus	By : fadingsummer Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Blur Views: 1418 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Scene eight

(The boys are in the garden, sitting on a huge sheet underneath an apple tree. Sandwiches, fruit, ice cream and drinks are on the sheet. Around them, chickens and sheep are walking around. Birds sing in the trees. It’s a perfect summer day.)

Alex: And eventually, we still had a picknick.
Liam: We have picknicks every weekend, when the weather’s nice. And when it isn’t nice, we have our picknick inside.
Damon, eating a strawberry: I used to do that, too! When I was ten!
Graham, watching Damon eat: …
Liam: It gets even better. We have organized all kinds of farm games for today.
Noel: I bet you can’t catch the pig!
Dave: What? Of course I can!
Noel: Show me!
Dave: Fine, challenge accepted, Gallagher!
Damon: I wanna gather flowers!
Alex: And catch butterflies.
Damon: Yes! We’re here anyway, so why not have all the fun we can get?
Liam: I’ll go with you. You might get lost picking flowers. You won’t be the first.

(Damon, Alex, Graham and Liam walk through the garden and Damon finds all sorts of flowers to pick. Along the way, Alex and Graham find themselves a kite and try to fly it. Damon and Liam walk on, Damon running from flower to flower, Liam walking somewhat behind.)

Liam: What are you plucking?
Damon: Little blue ones, yellow ones, red ones…
Liam: You don’t know their names?
Damon: No, I don’t.
Liam: The little blue ones are forget-me-nots. The yellow ones are primroses, and the red ones are poppys.
Damon: I thought you two were just living here because you were rich, but you even know everything about this place.
Liam: Don’t you guys have enough cash to buy yourselves a nice, big house in the country?
Damon: Maybe we have it now, because our single’s doing well.
Liam: A single about a country house.
Damon, sticking out his tongue: According to the masses, our song’s better.
Liam: That doesn’t say anything about its quality.
Damon: What about all the critical acclaim?
Liam: Doesn’t say everything.
Damon: I know. It’s almost impossible to judge music. Or art. You can’t say ‘it’s good’, or ‘it’s beautiful’.
Liam: It’s a question of time, roughly. People from a thousand years ago would never like our songs.
Damon: But today, everyone has other tastes, too!
Liam: Yeah, secondly, it depends on personality and experience. Music can remind you of something you’ve seen or done. Or music seems to perfectly fit you.
Damon: I know. We’re always trying to communicate with our fans, and ourselves, too. But you know…the record companies tell us no one’s gonna get it, and no one’s gonna buy it, and then we have to make something else to bring out.
Liam: We never have to do that.
Damon: Why? Is your record company nicer? Maybe we should go there, too…
Liam: No, that’s not it. I think Noel just makes very recognizable and melodical tunes, that everyone could listen to.
Damon: Noel makes all of your music, right?
Liam: Almost.
Damon: How can you agree with that?
Liam: Why wouldn’t I? I like his songs.
Damon: Don’t you wanna be creative, too? Don’t you wanna have something to say in the process?
Liam: We don’t need to. We already agree, as soon as we hear it.
Damon: Everything just happens.
Liam: Yes.
Damon: Sometimes, we have that too. When Graham plays something. He’s the best.
Liam: But?
Damon: He hardly ever does that anymore.
Liam: He’s drinking, isn’t he?
Damon: Yes. He’s always distant… And I miss him… Because he’s my best friend.
Liam: And more than that. You love him.
Damon, looking up at Liam: Wha…?
Liam: I know what happened last night.
Damon: Have you been spying on us?!
Liam: He’s a bad influence to you and your band, Damon.
Damon: No, he’s not! He’s very valuable to us!
Liam: You just told me he never contributes anything anymore.
Damon: But we need him!
Liam: You mean you need him. Think, Damon! He’s an alcoholic! He can’t be good for you!
Damon: That’s not true!
Liam, laughing bitterly: Don’t deny what you know in your heart.
Damon: I know, in my heart, that Graham’s an excellent guitarist. And an angel.
Liam: Ha! Good luck with that!
Damon, running away: I’m not letting myself get insulted here.
Liam: Goodbye, Damon! See you at dinner!
Damon: Fuck you, Gallagher!

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