6 Festivals

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Maxie, couldn't you have at least pinched a dinghy with a motor?

You did good.

If this doesn't work,

we'll have to paddle all the way back and hitchhike.

It's going to work. Trust me.

Hear that?

Cheers, cunts.

Cunty!

Just spotted three teenagers ditching a boat,

making their way into the campsite.

I've just had those kids jump the back fence on the southern campsite.

- Two male, one female, - Let's go, let's go.

blue top, yellow top, female in a red top. Copy?

Utopia Valley.

This place is an experience beyond the music.

It's like an adventure retreat mixed with a music festival.

Starting in 2016, it sells over 20,000 tickets every year.

In one corner, we have Utopia Jungle,

an epic bush doof.

Then there's U Nation where all the main DJs play

and Neverland is the main stage,

always has the sickest variety of music.

The line-up this year is absolutely mental.

I'm semi-excited.

Fuckin' go, cunt!

Let me see you!

And soon we can check out the full Marley set.

Happy New Year, groms.

Hey, Summer.

Where is it?

- I don't have it. - Come on, give it to me.

- No, I... - Give it to me!

I didn't bring it, Kane!

I didn't bring it.

You fucking serious?

You little weak cunt!

Your brother's such a dickhead.

No, he's alright.

He's just off his face, that's all.

I've got one more song,

but first, I've got a friend on the rise,

jumping up for a track.

Introducing Missy Marley!

Give it up!

Whoo! Yeah, Marley!

- Reckon she remembers us? - No way.

Headache.

Thank you, Martia, for getting me up!

Go, Marley!

Have a good night, y'all!

Where you goin'?

Let's go!

No way! Shame.

- Go, go! - Maxie?

Come on!

No fucking way.

Summer Rose? Look at you all grown up now.

- You're beautiful. - Thanks.

I've grown up, too.

Yeah, you still don't have any pubes though.

- Fuck off. - Are you guys still in school?

Yeah, but Summer's doing music as well.

Yeah, she does sick covers of your stuff.

Should we grab drinks?

Oh. We'll grab 'em. You guys chill here.

- Drink? - Nah, I'm good, thanks.

- How are we gonna get drinks? - Shut up. Let's go.

How's your mum doin'?

Same. And yours?

Same.

Hey, what happened to you?

You just kind of disappeared all of a sudden.

I moved to my auntie's place in Brissy.

That bad, huh?

Yeah.

So, what are you doing after this? Is there, like,

a sick VIP party for artists, or?

Oh, I've got a 6:00am flight tomorrow,

so probably just go have a quiet drink on my own at the motel.

Aren't you playing Big Pineapple next month?

Yeah, that'll be my first proper festival slot.

So, you guys still best friends after all these years, huh?

Yeah.

Man, I miss home.

Anyway, let's stay in touch on Insta, hey?

Yes.

Should we go scab some drinks before the countdown?

- Oh, let's go! - Fuck yeah!

Who is on for the countdown?

Peking Duk.

Seriously gonna do it?

- No one's gonna buy 'em for us. - Grow a brain, Maxie.

We're here with no wristbands and you're going to...

Now, now, now!

Why did you have to gee him up for it?

I didn't think he'd actually do it.

Maxie, hurry up. Hurry up.

Oh, shit! Maxie!

Stay down! Stay down!

Summer. Your mum's in no state to drive,

but she's given you the okay to go home with James's parents.

So, let's call your parents.

Do you have to call them?

What do you reckon?

A call from you guys is not really what they need right now.

Please! Look, my mum isn't coping so well

with this whole cancer thing.

And, well, she'll have a heart attack

if she gets a call from the cops.

Please?

I'm sorry. But I've still got to call your parents.

Good evening. It's Constable Davey.

Am I speaking with...

Your mum's got cancer?

I do.

No, you don't.

Yes, I do.

No, you don't.

Do you really?

He's just saying that so the cops don't call his parents.

Very clever, James.

Bit harsh, but well played.

Tell her it was just a prank to get us off.

I wish it was a prank.

How bad is it?

Sweet.

I get the test results back in a few weeks.

It'll be fine.

What kind of... What... Where?

Brain tumour.

Why didn't you tell us?

I was going to tell you guys tomorrow.

I just didn't want to ruin New Year's.

Everybody out here tonight, grab the person next to you,

whether it's a best friend or you just met them.

Come on. Ten, nine...

Are you going to die?

Maxie!

No. It's just a tumour.

They can cut it straight out.

Happy new year!

How sick was today?

- Best day ever. - So good.

Hey, so, I've got this idea,

but I need you guys to help me.

What if we make a list of all of our favourite bands

and go to as many festivals as possible?

There's hardly any left near us.

Travel wherever to get to them.

- But you're sick. - I'm not dead.

Would your parents even let you?

They have to.

I'm going to be doing stupid fucking treatment

and everyone's going to feel sorry for me.

So, I may as well do what I want to do.

Your mum won't know you're gone.

Your brother won't give a shit.

You can be the talent, you can be the tour manager,

and I'll be the promoter.

And by the time we finish school, we can put on our own festivals.

You think I'm joking?

We know you're not.

Marley is playing Big Pineapple next month.

That's us!

So, are you in or what?

Let's do it.

How the hell will we get to the Sunshine Coast?

James, your mum's on her way to pick up you and Summer.

And me?

No, we'll need to call your parents.

Dad's in jail. Mum's dead.

Sorry to hear that.

So, who's your legal guardian?

My brother.

Kane.

Yes!

You know what, I think we just need a little bit of peace and quiet.

And you need to rest, my darling.

You have a huge day coming up.

I don't need to rest, Mum.

- I'm fine. - Okay.

And stop patting me like I'm a cat.

Sorry.

Meow.

Thank you, Maxie. That is not helping.

Look, look, there it is.

James used to love going up there as a kid.

Didn't you, James?

Remember?

No way.

I feel so special.

So, who's a queen for hooking this up?

Boys?

You are, Queen Summer.

Now, that wasn't so hard, was it?