Our world is so full of sound that we don't always hear it,
but we can feel its absence when it's gone.
Music, in particular, breathes life into our everyday.
It is our heart's companion through our joys, our sorrows, and our triumphs.
Tonight, I will be your guide as we journey together
through the expansive world of Mythic Quest: Hero's Passage. Enjoy.
Number 237? They're ready for you.
Enough.
You are dismissed. Thank you.
Next, please!
You can begin when you're ready.
Sylvie, right?
- Simon. Welcome. How are you? - Hi.
Food.
Sorry, that was "fine" and "good" together for some reason.
I don't know. I'm nervous.
You'll settle in, all right?
I remember my-- Excuse me.
- Don't do it, Kevin. - It's casting a shadow on my music.
If you touch my stand, I swear to God...
Good morning, everyone.
"High Seas" from the top.
Come out, come out wherever you are.
Peekaboo. I see you.
- Guess again, sucker. Fridge! - What? V!
- Come on, cardio! Cardio! - I'm gonna get you.
- Cardio! Cardio! Gone! - Shit.
- Stop, V! - Yeah, man! Yes!
Turd!
Go again?
I could play as a washing machine this time, even it out for you?
Sorry, I gotta go meet that guy.
- Come with me? - On your date? No, thanks.
Whenever you go on a date with someone that you meet from Tinder,
it's not a date. It's a parole hearing.
- Please, please, please. - No. I have to practice.
But you already got the job.
I know, just-- I want to be the best.
You are the best, V, since, like, birth.
But all you've done for months is practice, and it paid off.
Dream-job mode unlocked.
But now you can relax a little.
Next time. I promise.
Fine.
Enjoy your evening with Derek.
- Who? - Derek. It's what I call your cello.
He's the perfect boyfriend.
You know, tall, dark, handsome.
Always between your legs.
No.
Girl, go.
- Bye. - Bye.
That was amazing!
Putting away a cello isn't exactly a high art form.
You meant the concert. Yeah, I mean, the lighting was good.
You could barely see the audience.
When we play in Naples,
you could practically see the tonsils of all the honors.
I'm gonna see Naples and Sydney and Paris.
Yeah.
You'll definitely see the concert halls, if nothing else.
Are you going on tour for six months or sitting shiva?
Well, we only wear black on stage. You know that.
But what about the post-stage shenanigans?
Like, I can't live vicariously through you
if you're not living a vicarious-worthy life.
What's this?
That is a Halloween costume from when I went as zombie Jessica Rabbit.
Jessica Rabbit was right.
This is a sexy dress. Take it.
- No, I don't have space. No. - Take, take, take. Take it.
- Take it, take it. Yes! - Fine!
If it'll get you to shut up and get me 16 more pairs of black socks.
- Sixtee-- No! - Yes.
Kevin, if you breathe on me one more time, I swear to God.
Back up. Jesus Christ.
It's your breath.
- You're smelling your own breath, Simon. - How can you not even notice?
- You stink. - I'm minty.
You were flat.
Jesus Christ! What have you been eating?
That's personal, and I won't answer.
Oh, my God. Probably because you ate something nasty.
- You think about me way too much. - Shut up.
Come on. You're holding us back.
Go.
Sor--
300.
300 cellists auditioned for your chair.
Maestro, I'm so sorry. I--
- I don't know what happened tonight. - It isn't just tonight.
I'm having trouble connecting with the music.
I can't see it the way I used to.
It isn't your job to see it.
It's your job to play it.
For them. Perfectly.
If you cannot, you will be replaced.
No!
No.
I can do the job.
Come on!
Sylvie? Sylvie.
What the hell? Can you hear me?
I've been texting you for weeks.
Hell, I even called you, so you know I was worried.
Hey.
Come on, V.
Eat.
Come on, V. Don't make me airplane spoon you again.
That was humiliating for the both of us.
What am I supposed to do now?
You can start with a shower.
Sorry, sorry. You know I say shitty things when I'm uncomfortable,
and this situation makes me very uncomfortable.
Listen, the good thing is, you can do anything.
Maybe this is an opportunity to, maybe, I don't know, do something else.
Playing music is all I know how to do.
It's all I want to do.
Clearly not.
What's that supposed to mean?
V, you had a panic attack on stage.
You bolted mid-performance, and then you abandoned the tour.
I mean, that just doesn't scream happy camper to me.
I don't know what I am without music.
Free?
Listen, now you can actually have a life.
One that's different than, you know, maybe imagined,
but that's not a bad thing.
Like me.
Like, I didn't think I was going to fall in love with a bro from a hookup app,
but I did, and I'm happy.
But you don't understand. This is my dream, and I fucked it all up.
Okay. Calm down, babe, you're frothing.
You don't get it.
I'm sorry I'm not content to just shack up with the first guy who swiped right
so I can shit out some kids and die unfulfilled in Burbank.
Wow.
Okay.
You're going through a thing right now,
so I'm just gonna choose to let that slide and--
Why?
Because it's true?
Doubling down.
Okay.
Well, if we're telling truths, I'm glad you lost your fucking job.
Maybe now you can start acting like a normal fucking person
and not a music robot.
When you've reached the bottom of this downward spiral you're on, call me.
My regards to Derek.
Maestro, what I did was unforgivable,
and I know I don't deserve it,
but I've come here to ask you for my place back.
You have no place.
Your seat was filled the moment you left it.
You have proven you cannot do this job.
I've had a bow in my hand every day since I was eight years old.
Music is everything to me.
And that is why you cannot do this job.
Please.
Please don't take this away from me.
I believe I already have.
I want you to read something for me.
Aloud, please.
"Maestro, Ian Grimm here with some midnight noodling.
Had a thought about the back half of the 'Plains of Elysium' piece.
The horns should sweep in stronger. Right now, it's more of a swoop.
I'm thinking 'da da dum da dum,'
but it could be more like 'dadadum da dum.'"
You can stop.
It continues for three more pages.
Music is my love.
My heart beats with it, but it's not my job.
My job is to report to a board.
To fill the seats in the theater.
To-- 1,000 emails a day from idiots.
It's eating alone at a restaurant in a city I won't get to see.
I have learned to separate
my music to do my job.
I do not believe you can say the same.
I just want it to come back.
It will.
When you're ready to hear it again.
Thanks for meeting me.
Thanks for inviting me.
Excuse me. Can I get a vodka tonic?
You got it.
I'm so sorry, Kourt.
I was hurting so much, and you were just trying to help,
and I ju-- I couldn't, I--
I was so out of line, and I didn't mean any of it.
Not even the shitting out kids part?
Oh, God.
How are things? You good?
Yeah. I'm okay.
I've been seeing a therapist.
It's helping.
I'm glad.
I'm working at a dentist's office.
A receptionist.
That's great, V.
You know, it turns out classically trained former cellist
isn't a high-demand skill in the job market.
It's not bad, though.
Here you go.
Well, do your scrubs have cartoons on them?
- Yeah. - Looney Tunes?
- Hello Kitty. - Good girl.
How's Mark?
Mark's good.
But his mom got me lingerie at our engagement party.
What?
And I'm not talking, like, you know, classy silk and lace.
We're talking assless mesh and garters.
Assless?
Assless.
- No! - And then-- Wait. No.
And then she goes, "Mark's gonna love it." Like, bitch, what?
- That's your son! Yes, exactly! - This is your son. Exactly. It's crazy.
I'm also confused. How do you make it without an ass?
How does it even stay up?
Hi.
Cheers.