The Breakup Playlist

Do you have to bring this up now? We have a gig!

Impeccable timing!

We're on the brink of breaking up and you still think of timing?

Stop! Just stop it!

Fine! I've had enough!

Let me out!

What's your problem?

Did I say I wanted you out of the band?

You don't have to say it.

I quit.

Drop me off.

You want to leave my band?

Leave my life as well!

Go!

I only said I was leaving the band!

You don't have to say it. I'm telling you to leave!

And please, don't ever come back!

So, are you game for the reunion concert

Don't overthink it, Trixie.

Don't you miss us?

You've been out of the scene.

Yeah. For how long?

When did you last play?

Well...

That last gig.

After that, you never played again?

No kidding.

Trixie, wait. Let's hear what Jing has to say. Please.

And since you and Gino were such a hit rock tandem before,

Apparently, your hits are their favorite songs.

There. Good. Trixie?

She's game. Trix of all people.

She's an artist.

How much is my talent fee?

What?

Nothing. I was just surprised.

That's the first time you've ever asked that.

You used to just play and leave the dealings to me.

It was Gino who always asked about the pay.

That was before.

Now is different.

And this is not just any concert,

And that's a big deal.

Do you?

Trix...

Stop. Here's the fare.

Hi, ma'am.

I already delivered it, ma'am.

-All right. Thanks. -Bye, ma'am.

OK.

-Trixie! -Yes?

Trixie, thank you. We can finally watch cartoons all day.

All right, you kids enjoy. Better stay here, it's hot outside.

-Good afternoon, uncle. -God bless you.

Have you taken a bath?

-Yes. -OK.

Oh, an action movie.

You're always eating.

Hello. Hi.

Trixie, our electric bill went up by a thousand.

Probably because of your mom's aircon use.

OK. I'll just add more to what I give you.

Good.

OK.

-Put it there, please. -Yes, Mom.

-Eat well. -Have some more juice.

Mom? Let's eat.

OK.

Mom, we'll soon have our own place.

Just give me more time.

I've got this.

It's the least I can do.

You don't have to.

No, Mom.

Once more, bro.

Sorry. Again.

-Let's take a break. -OK.

Here, bro.

I already spoke to the client.

He moved the approval of the jingle to tomorrow

so we have to submit the mix after lunch, OK?

I'm sorry, dude.

I'm just not inspired to work right now.

Well, you're preoccupied.

You still have feelings for her?

That never changed.

So, what now?

You're giving up?

I'm just afraid that she's already moved on from me.

Gino, she can't even look at you.

You think she's already moved on?

All I can say is, you're were stupid to let her go.

TRIX, THIS IS GINO. CAN WE TALK?

I heard there are promising artists in this batch.

Wow.

I heard about that, too.

I hope somebody stands out this year.

Miss?

Sorry. What is it?

You have a beautiful voice.

But you're a bit flat.

Which part is flat?

No.

Gino.

You have the voice, the potential.

Your voice has a wide range.

You could probably do...

ballads.

Possibly rock, too.

Or even pop.

Gino?

You're flat, too.

Let's call the next one.

Nice!

The challenge of this exercise

OK. Thank you.

How was your performance?

Gosh! You know...

I was really tense but it felt great.

Is it OK that you're here? Won't they look for you?

Don't mind them.

How come when they announced the mentors,

I didn't see your name?

Wasn't Raf, your vocalist in Blind Curve, supposed to be here instead?

Yes. But...

so they asked me if I was game and I said, "Why not?"

I'm not sure if it's true, but one of the organizers said

I was their original choice.

But Raf volunteered to be a mentor, so...

I'm sure he's green with envy.

He wanted to do this.

But then, if it's not for you, it's not for you.

He always wants to be in the spotlight.

So you were the second choice.

So, how did you end up becoming a musician?

I bet your dad was a musician, too?

No one in my family is a musician.

But my grandfather loved music so much.

I remember every Sunday morning, he would play his records.

Air Supply.

Springsteen.

Joni Mitchell. Duran Duran.

Rey Valera.

So of course I couldn't help but listen and sing along.

Then, when I was 12,

he gave me a guitar.

A Lumanog.

My neighbors were playing games in the street

while I was in our house playing "Line To Heaven".

First song I ever played

because the chords are easy.

As for me, when I was in high school,

well, I wasn't good at basketball

and I wasn't that smart,

so I thought, "I'll let them be.

I'll just play the guitar.

You can have your trophies and your medals

as long as I get the chicks."

You guys with guitars are such a type.

Really attractive, yeah?

And we women go crazy over you.

Don't get cocky, you don't have a guitar right now.

To be fair, I'm only looking at you.

No guitar.

No guitar yet.

You're so corny.

Gino, Trixie, let's jam!

Wait, they're calling us.

For real?

I'm going to start my own band so I can make my own music.

I was thinking of inviting you to join my band.

-Me? -Yes, you.

Why?

Why me?

Why not?

Well?

OK. But after I finish law school.

-Promise. -Three more years?

Three years. That's not so long.

That is, if you'll still know me in three years.

How could I forget you?

OK. How about this then?

Why?

How about this.

You give me your number and I'll contact you?

Fine.

Here.

Save your number.

Don't you forget about me.

I won't.

This is for you.

-Take care. -OK, thank you.

-I'll go ahead. -Thanks.

Yeah. Thanks, too.

HOPING THIS WILL BE YOU

Thank you.

-Dad! -Welcome, darling!

How was the music camp?

Gosh! I had so much fun!

I really enjoyed it. And I was starstruck!