A usual night for Dewey Finn, rocking out on stage like no one else is there, most of the time no one is. But that doesn't stop him from doing what he loves, even if it means he has to fight and scam along the way.
Never thought that
I'd be fighting you
But you stole my heart
You cheated and lied
You weren't in my corner
You weren't on my side
The gloves are off
You hit below the belt
Now it's time-out, baby
And they've rung the bell
I'm not a fighter
I'm a lover
But if you run
Then run for cover
Fight for your love
Yeah
When it's round two, girl.
Dewey's band was meant to be performing, but the guitarist himself was messing around with his amp.
" Turn this up! Now!" He shouted over the blaring music. " Good." He continued to yell as the stage producer fixed the sound of his guitar.
I get a knockout punch
With this heartfelt song
I know when I count you.
Down from ten
I'll find you
Dewey was annoying his bandmates, especially his frontman, leaning against him nearly, knocking him over.
In my loving arms again.
The gloves are off
You hit below the belt.
Now it's time-out, baby.
And they've rung the bell.
I'm not a fighter
I'm a lover
But if you run
Then run for cover
Fight for your love
Yeah
I'm not a fighter
I'm a lover
But if you run
Then run for cover
Fight for your love
Yeah
Just then, Dewey began to perform an unnecessary guitar solo, receiving disapproval shakes from the rest of the band that he just seemed to ignore. The musician started to tear off his shirt struggling; until he finally managed to rip it off, throwing it behind him before diving into the crowd unaware, that no one would care to catch him. I guess you could say his beloved rock dream ended there.
"whoa nobody caught me, that was lame," he said to himself mentally facepalming.