mean
I can write a song.
You already did.
Five minutes, that's all I ask.
Please, step in. You'll enjoy this.
This is a treat.
Mr. Fletcher. Nice to see you.
- Very nice to see you, Mia, how are you?
- Wonderful.
I just want to get...
Can I try the new Mason & Hamlin?
- Sure, absolutely. Be my guest.
- Thank you very much. Thanks. Please.
This is... It's just a little something
that you might possibly recognize.
Figuring out you and me
Is like doing a love autopsy
They could operate all day long
And never figure out what went wrong
Love autopsy
Love autopsy
What went wrong?
God. That melody is so beautiful.
But I've never written a song.
A song. I know, I know.
And if I'm wrong, I'm wrong.
I just don't think I am.
I think you may be a born lyricist.
We don't have very long, but
what I'd like to do, in an ideal world...
...is continue the "Autopsy" song.
But I think it's gonna be very hard
to get back from there...
...into "Way Back Into Love,"
which is the title that Cora demands.
What we could do is continue with
Greg "the Angel of Death's" version.
That's plagiarism.
Yes. Yes, yes. Good. Excellent.
I would never in a million years
use someone else's work.
I'm very glad you agree.
So, what we need,
we need something brand-new.
- So let's see. A song for Cora.
- Yes.
Has to be called
"A Way Back Into Love."
Correct.
And it has to be something
Cora would sing about.
Good.
And it has to be something
you would sing about.
Good, yeah.
- What would you sing about?
- Whatever gets me the job, really.
Oh, that's inspiring.
Okay. Two people
searching for love, for salvation.
Good, good, I love that.
Love lost, love found.
Love lost again.
Yes, this is starting to sound
a little bit like luggage, but good.
Thanks. That's really helpful.
It doesn't have to be perfect.
Just spit it out.
- They're just lyrics.
- "Just lyrics"?
Lyrics are important.
They're just not as important as melody.
I really don't think you get it.
Oh, you look angry. Click your pen.
A melody is like seeing someone
for the first time.
The physical attraction. Sex.
I so get that.
But then, as you get to know the person,
that's the lyrics.
Their story. Who they are underneath.
It's the combination of the two
that makes it magic.
Let's go for a walk.
- A walk? What, now?
- Yeah.
Out on the streets you see things and,
you know, hear things and eat things.
It all sort of unlocks your mind.
This is good. This is good.
When you hit a wall,
you gotta change the subject.
So why did PoP break up?
I mean, Rhonda told me
that you guys were friends growing up?
We were, yes,
and then Colin met a new manager...
...who convinced him
he was the star of the band.
Shortly after, he left, taking the last
three songs we'd written together...
...and putting them on his solo album,
which sold 8 million records.
But how did you deal with that?
Oh, with drugs, alcohol...
...and ultimately, my own solo album.
Cool.
This copy has been in the racks
for six years.
- Come on.
- No, no. I check every week.
You see, I made a little mark,
there on the back. See?
It sold only 50,000 copies,
most of those to my mother.
Rolling Stone called it
"a crass, contrived effort...
...not even good enough
for a dentist chair."
Well, I'm sure there were other reviews.
There were, there were.
But none as good as that one.
And they were right, by the way. Yeah.
To cut a long story short,
I gave up trying to write...
...Iost an incredible amount of money
and then my apartment.
Chris stuck by me, booked me
an '80s reunion night on Long Island.
And suddenly, they liked me again.
It was weird.
It was like I'd never been away.
The audience was a tad older, as was I...
...but we were very, very profoundly
happy to see each other again.
And it went on from there.
Cruises. Reunions. Knott's Berry Farm,
which I'm sure you're familiar with.
Busch Gardens,
that's one of my big fixtures