Episode (Incident)
Lucas had just three days to create a song for his Dylan scene. While it might seem like a tight deadline, the production had a backup plan: a pre-composed song ready to use if Lucas couldn't meet the challenge.
The show's creators, Steven Levitan and Christopher Lloyd, were open to any kind of song: heartfelt, funny, or even a blend of both. Lucas only priority was finding a good fit for the scene.
Lucas scoured his past life memories for the perfect song to fit the Dylan scene. Selecting one that resonated, he decided to secure the song and filed for copyright. The Modern Family creators didn't bat an eye.
Using the production's computer, Lucas navigated the US Copyright Office website, downloaded the relevant form, and meticulously filled it out. Song title, creator, date - all documented. He attached a copy of the sheet music and, with a click, submitted the application. Finally, the $35 filing fee completed the process.
Lucas presented his composed song to the Modern Family creators. As the first notes filled the room, their eyes widened in surprise. They knew Lucas could write, but this melodic offering surpassed their expectations.
"Wow," Steven exclaimed, genuine surprise lacing his voice. "This song is truly special. It's catchy, it's fitting, it's… you."
Christopher Lloyd, chin thoughtfully stroked, nodded in agreement. "Well done, Lucas. We need to get this recorded."
Eager to rehearse with the cast, Lucas inquired about singing the song live. Steven and Christopher exchanged glances before politely declining. "Let's keep it a surprise," Christopher explained. "Capturing their genuine reactions on camera will be priceless." Lucas, understanding their point, readily agreed.
Filming night arrived, with the Dunphy house bustling with life for the scene. Lucas had meticulously rehearsed his lines with Sarah, Ty, and Julie, ensuring smooth collaboration. Only Dylan's musical moment remained unrehearsed with them, waiting to unfold organically on camera.
The Modern Family cast remained blissfully unaware of Lucas's secret weapon: a song he'd prepared specifically for Dylan's scene.
His portrayal of Dylan had grown noticeably stronger from the initial awkwardness, perhaps honed by the demanding yet rewarding experience of embodying Aron Ralston in "127 Hours."
Nightfall arrived, and with it, the moment of truth.
It was the night for Dylan's big entrance. With cameras rolling, Lucas, fully embodying the laid-back cool of Dylan, strolled up to the Dunphy house and rang the doorbell. Stepping inside, he was greeted by Ty, seamlessly portraying Phil's trademark enthusiasm.
"D-Money, there he is. Come on in." Phil boomed, pulling Dylan into a hug. Dylan, channeling a perfect blend of coolness and goofiness, returned the greeting with a playful, "Hey, Dad Vader."
Silence. The cast, mid-action, stood frozen. Sarah, as Haley, choked back a laugh, hand flying to her mouth. The unexpected "Dad Vader" nickname had thrown them off script.
"Cut!" Jason Winer's voice echoed through the set, momentarily suspending the Dunphy living room. As the crew scurried to reset, Jason's gaze landed on the cast, lingering on Lucas.
"Alright, who can explain this 'Dad Vader' business?" His question carried a playful curiosity, not a hint of reprimand.
Without a beat, fingers across the set pointed at Lucas. The young actor, palms raised in mock surrender, stammered, "I, uh, thought it might be a funny nickname for Phil..." His voice trailed off, fear of a ruined scene clouding his face.
"Funny? It was hilarious!" Ty chuckled, clapping Lucas on the back. "Just a bit unexpected, that's all. We weren't ready for your Darth Dunphy."
Ty Burrell's spontaneous "Darth Dunphy" earned a hearty crew chuckle, but even funnier was Lucas's "Dad Vader" surprise for Phil. Julie, catching her breath, laughed softly, "We were not ready for that, Lucas!"
The cast, including Eric Stonestreet, Cameron, and Shelley Long, turned to Lucas with a mix of amusement and curiosity. He was a fresh face, and his first impression had them all intrigued.
Jason Winer pulled Lucas aside. "Keep the 'Dad Vader' nickname," he grinned. Steven and Christopher chimed in, agreeing the unexpected quirk added another layer of humor. The scene adapted, scripts rewritten, to accommodate Dylan's spontaneous jab.
The cameras rolled again. This time, Dylan's first line, "Hey, Dad Vader," landed with a different thud. No guffaws, just a beat of surprised silence, then a ripple of awkward chuckles around the room. Phil, momentarily disarmed, sputtered, "D-Vader? Where'd that come from?"
The characters chuckled, the playful surprise of "Dad Vader" still lingering in the air. Dylan, unfazed, strolled in with a nonchalant "Hey," a greeting met with equally cool "Heys" all around.
DeDe, eyes twinkling over Dylan, leaned in to Claire and whispered, "He's a very gentle soul, isn't he?"
Claire, eyebrow raised, shot back, "You got that from one 'Hey'?"
The arrival of Jay and Gloria sent a ripple through the living room. Gloria's jaw clenched the moment her eyes landed on DeDe, while DeDe, sensing the icy air, launched into a preemptive apology. Just as Gloria seemed ready to melt under the charm offensive, offering a tentative hug, the gesture morphed into an unexpected chokehold. Gasps filled the room as DeDe, with surprising agility, turned defensive cuddles into apparent strangulation.
Chaos erupted in the blink of an eye. Characters scrambled to pull the two apart, a chorus of "Gloria!" and "DeDe!" filling the air.
"I got Gloria, I got Gloria!" Phil, in full dad-mode, wrestled with a surprisingly feisty Gloria while DeDe sputtered indignation. A muffled giggle escaped Claire (Julie Bowen), forcing another take.
After a quick apology and reset, the cameras rolled again. The chaos continued with Gloria and DeDe's bickering, their voices rising above the frantic shushing of the crew.
But just as the scene threatened to spin out of control, a quiet figure stepped forward.
But then, as if on cue, it was Dylan, played with a cool charm by Lucas, who finally stole the spotlight…
Dylan, seizing the chaos like a surfer catching a wave, stepped into the fray. "Actually," he drawled, eyes crinkling at DeDe, "seems pretty simple to me." He gestured towards her. "You're reachin' out, tryin' to hold onto somethin' awesome."
Haley, sensing a potential derailment, started, "Maybe you shouldn't—" but Dylan, in full flow, rolled on.
"Look, I ain't used to this whole big family thing," he admitted, a flicker of vulnerability in his gaze. "Back home, silence was practically a family heirloom. But the moment I saw Haley," He paused, then turned to Haley with a smile. "Funny thing though, the moment I saw you, Haley, I knew I liked you."
He chuckled, shaking his head. "Sure, you're stunning and all, but it's more than that. You have this… confidence. The kind that comes from being surrounded by a family like this."
Haley's face flushed with pride as she glanced at her family, their faces softened by Dylan's words. He walked closer, his voice dropping to a gentler tone.
"You have this killer confidence, Haley. And you know what? I think it's contagious." He gestured towards Gloria, Mitchell, and even DeDe, a twinkle in his eye. "This whole family's got it. This… spark."
Dylan's speech resonated with Gloria as a foreigner, touched Mitchell as a gay man, and even struck a chord with DeDe, who is a nutty person.
The family, moved by Dylan's words, witnessed Phil shedding tears, while Claire emphasized the importance of accepting Dylan for Haley.
A wave of warmth washed over the room, even Phil's eyes glistening with emotion. Claire reached for his hand, a small smile playing on her lips. "I think we should just accept him for Haley, Phil," she whispered.
"He's perfect," Phil rasped, his voice thick with unspoken gratitude.
Claire cleared her throat, shifting the focus. "So, Dylan, you mentioned music, right?" A soft chuckle rippled through the room as Claire gestured towards the guitar leaning against the wall. "Mind sharing a song with us?"
Dylan's eyes crinkled at the corners. "I might just have one for Haley." Phil, eager to please, grabbed the guitar and presented it to Dylan. "Play something for us, bro," he boomed, a genuine grin splitting his face.