[Spacekid] Dinner's ready.
[Man] Dinner's ready! We dont wear those at the dinner table. Hey, I had an idea. I have an old friend that works at the opera house. I could see if there’s an opening for you there. Hm? Or I could just ask her for her boss’ info and you could contact her yourself. E-mail or call. Actually, you could just go down there. Introduce yourself. It’s not that far. You know, it’s hard to forget a face.
It’s good if they see you. - Let’s take out your bike.
- I don’t want to d
o that. Well, you have to... Get it together. You need to wake up. - You can’t just sit around all winter--
- You don’t know what you’re talking about. I think I do actually. I’ve also been your age
and I know it’s tough. I also thought it was really tough. But it’s like when you’re skiing or when you're riding one of those
damn button lifts, you know? They’re so fucking annoying. You just keep falling off. But... But then you get back up. Right? It’s embarrassing
but you get back up again! And
it’s not until you’ve fallen off
multiple times that you realise how fucking hard you have to hold on to that thing so that you don’t fall off! Listen. Tomorrow, you’re going on your computer and you’re looking for a job and if you’re smart, which I know you are, then you’ll do your research and you’ll find a job you actually want to do. If it’s not the opera then it’s something else. If you could just use half of what I know your brain-- I’m fucking maxed out! All the time! Filled! You have no
idea what’s going on in here.
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