Girl: ONCE [Lines] - Falling Slowly

How’s it goin?

This is serious. You must always say hello to the piano.

Hello.

Now how will I pay you? Bach, Bartók, Brahms, Mozart? Something of my own?

Whatever you like.

Let’s see.

Did you write that?

No, Felix Mendelssohn did.

He’s good isn’t he?

He’s a romantic.

But dead right?

He’s a completely dead romantic. Now play me another song!

I don’t want to sing anymore.

Oh please! I pay you with money!

Ten cent?!

The size of the coin doesn’t matter. You play or not play.

I wouldn’t play if you handed me twenty Euro.

I don’t have ten Euro.

Well good ‘cause I don’t want to play anyway. Let’s go!

“Let’s go”? We are in a music shop all alone and you sing very good songs— why are you giving up on your music?

There’s no point of it anymore! It’s got me nowhere!

Because you are not Bono?

I don’t want to be Bono!

It has made you no money— you want to be famous?

You want to play your songs to people who want to listen!

I am people! I want to listen! Play me a song!

Come on.

You write notes, too! You are like Mendelssohn— only alive— and Irish!

Can I have them back?!

Music is dead to you! This is rubbish, right?!

Actually, yeah! Fuck it— keep it! Nice to have met ya!

The transaction is not complete until you have made the Hoover suck!

Opening notes.

Breathe. Are you breathing?

Yes I am.

You will not die if you play this song with me. Pause. Please.

After song.

So where is she?

Where’s who?

The girl in this song— is she dead?

No she’s not dead— Jesus!

So you still love her?

No we’re finished.

No one who writes this song is finished.

Well it’s an old song.

Your heart is not finished— I can hear it in your voice. You sing this song to her and you will get her back.

Maybe I don’t want her back.

Maybe you are frightened to sing with such a big love?

Maybe I’m not bothered anymore.

But maybe you should be bothered.

Right…well maybe we should go.

To the North Strand.

The North Strand, yeah.

I will take the guitar. Come on!