115. Really Loud Music

Really Loud Music

[The episode starts with Laney playing her saxophone until she started to hear rock music]

Laney: Hey, who's playing that music? [Plays her saxophone to the music and it sounded pretty well] Hey, it's got a good rythm with my sax. [Realizes something] It can only be one explanation. [Laney followed the music into Luna's room where she heard Luna reharsing her song]

Luna:

Rock and roll is running through my veins (hey, hey)

Electric soul like wires to my brain (hey, hey)

I can't be wrong, don't need direction

I can find my way

Play it loud, play it loud

I got no time for turning it down

Play it loud, play it proud

I live it, I breathe it

Don't tell me I don't need it now

Play it loud

Sorry, I'm not sorry for being proud

Play it loud

Turn it up until your speakers blow out

Until your speakers blow out

Until your speakers blow out

Until your speakers blow out

[Luna stops the recording and takes out the flash drive. And she heard Laney applauding]

Luna: Looks like I got a fan.

Laney: That has to be your best hit yet, Luna!

Luna: Thanks, Lanes. 'Cause this song's taking me to the top! I'm a shoo in for the contest. [She then climbs up the ladder to her bunk and plugs the flash drive into her laptop]

Laney: What contest?

[Luna plays a video]

AMERICA'S NEXT HITMAKER

Michelle: Hey there. I'm Michelle.

Doug: And I'm Doug.

Michelle: And we're the producers of "America's Next Hitmaker".

Doug: Here's how it works: Submit your original song, and if you make the top five, you'll get to perform before millions on live TV.

Michelle: And if your song gets the most viewer votes, you get a record deal.

Doug: So upload your submission now, 'cause maybe you've got the song the whole world will love.

Luna: You know I do.

Laney: Man, Luna! You are sure to dominate that contest! Hey, when you become a hit singer, can I be your manager? It's always been a dream to become a manager when one of my siblings get famous!

Luna: I thought your dream was to star in your own talk show.

Laney: Yes, and that was great for last year. This year: manager!

Luna: Welp, you're more than glad to come along Laney. [She's about to submit her song but stops in realization.] Wait. The whole world? I mean, I love my song, but will everybody?

Laney: Does it matter if everyone loves it? I mean if you love it that's good enough, right?

Luna: Not good enough for this contest! If I'm gonna ace this, I need something everyone will love.

Laney: If you say so. After all, It's not too hard to find a song everyone will love. [Laney begins to play her saxophone and sings]

Laney:

If you wanna find a song for everyone,

it's not so hard to do.

Just think of the words and the melody

and there you have it pure and true

A song to get ev'rybody's toes a tappin'

a catchy tune to get fingers a snappin'

Find a tune that just screams you

That's the kind of song you want!

[Does a saxophone solo and ends her song]

Luna: Wow, Lanes. Cool song!

Laney: What song?

Luna: The song you just sang.

Laney: I didn't sing any song. I was just saying that you need a song the screams you.

[Luna was confused until she heard playful music starts playing out of nowhere and Luna turns to see Lana unclogging the toilet in the bathroom.]

Lana:

A plumber's job is never done

Especially in this house

I've been dubbed the number one

To get the number twos to go down

[Lana flushes the toilet and water overflows making her go up in the air.]

But when life throws me a storm

I still sing along

To the bang, bang of those pipes

That's my kind of song

Luna: [pops her head in] Killer song, Lans.

Lana: [confused] What song?

Luna: The one you were just singing.

Lana: I don't know what you're talking about, I wasn't singing. But this baby will be once I've replaced her trip lever.

[Luna's now the one confused until she hears some show tune music playing and enters Lola and Lana's room to find Lola in front of her hand mirror.]

Lola:

It is hard to make looking this good look easy

And it takes a few mistakes to be just right

Looking perfect is a gift

When I feel meh, I act as if

[Pulls out her lip gloss.]

A little lip gloss keeps me going all day long

[Lola steps out of her closet.]

When my high heels hit the floor

The applause becomes a roar

And I hold the last note long

That's my kind of song

[Dances with her teddy bear.]

My kind

Luna: Sweet performance, Lols. You doing that song at your next pageant?

Lola: What song? My pageant talent is martial arts right now. Hiyah! [karate kicks her teddy bear across the room]

[Just then, an explosion goes off in Lisa and Lily's room and hip hop music begins playing. Luna sees that Lisa is doing another experiment as usual.]

Lisa:

Yippee-ki-yay

Yo, yo, yo

I make this Bunsen burner start to overflow

Mix some dope rhymes with a little H2O

My idiom for indium is shine like gold

Barium, radium, don't you be afraidium

I'm packing the palladium, they'll call it Lisa Stadium

Reppin' my hood from coast to coast

I'm better than sliced bread, they callin' me burnt toast

[Lisa eats a piece of bread as the background returns to normal.]

Luna: Uh, Lis, what you were just doing?

Lisa: Ah, working per use.

Luna: So, you weren't just rapping. [Lisa shakes her head]

Laney: Luna, are you feeling okay? You've been acting strange. And coming from a member of this family, is saying something.]

Luna: I don't know, man! I'm wigging out!

Lisa: [pushes a step ladder up to her rocker sister.] Do I detect some psychological distress? [Luna sadly nods] I've been known to dabble in the soft sciences. [Gestures to Lily's crib] Take a seat.

[And so, Luna tells Lisa her dilemma in the crib.]

Luna: So, I was about to hit send, but then I wondered, 'Is this the song the whole world will love?' And that's when I started hearing things, Lola singing a show tune, Lana doing her toilet jam, Laney swooning jazz.

Lisa: And me spitting sick rhymes about the periodic table. It's clear these aural hallucinations are projections of your inner uncertainty. Your subconscious is flipping between stations, trying to find the right sound for your song.

Laney: So basically Luna's subconcious is helping her find the right song?

Lisa: In a summary sense, yes.

Luna: Dude, that makes total sense! [realizes this] So, what is the right sound?

[Suddenly, Luna hears some smooth music playing and Leni comes up the stairs heading to her and Lori's room as a blue emoji background fades in.]

Leni:

Is it a crush?

Or maybe it's chemistry

Maybe it's all in my head

Lori, look at this thread

Tell me what you see

When he IMs my friends, is he trying to get me?

Look at this one again, what do you think it means?

[Leni suddenly rips off a lab coat.]

Lori:

He's got to like you for you

And your music too

Don't want to call it "like"

If it isn't true

It's online, it's not life

And the real world takes time

Just to figure out what's right or wrong

Throw down that slow jam groove

Lori & Leni:

We got our own kind of song

Oooooooh

[As the song ends and the background fading back to normal, Luna observes all of this while holding a notepad.]

Luna: Maybe that's the kind of song people want to hear, something deep and soulful.

[Suddenly, cheerful music begins playing and Luna turns to see their door banging and Luan pops out as a jack-in-the-box.]

Luan:

Every now and then, I think the world's a scary place

But I remember it looks better with a pie thrown at your face

If the glass looks half empty

Break off the empty half

And use it as a pirate's leg

Give everyone a laugh

Rubber duckies, wind-up monkeys, six foot leprechauns

Well, life's my stage, a laugh parade

Yeah, that's my kind of song

Hey hey!

[Luna randomly comes out of Luan's squirt flower and falls to the floor as Luan is riding her unicycle.]

Laney: Any luck?

Luna: [Gets up] Nope.

Laney: Well, I'm sure you can think of something. Try listening in for more musical hallucinations.

Luna: Alright. [She looks around until she began to hear gloomy music. Luna opens the door to Lynn, Laney, and Lucy's room to find a casket and the room looking like a funeral as lightning crashes. Lucy opens the casket.]

Lucy:

The universe is empty.

And there's nothing to be sure of but darkness.

There's no music in the void, so why bother anyway?

[Lucy floats out of the casket and grows some humongous bat wings.]

Embrace the emptiness. Own the futility.

The only song worth singing is silence.

Luna: Heavy, man. Maybe that's what people will dig, something dark and somber.

Laney: Maybe goths can dig it, but I'm not sure it will be for everyone...

Lynn: [offscreen] Lynn-sanity in da house!

[Luna turns around to get a basketball thrown at her stomach as she goes flying into the room and landing on Lucy as techno music begins to play. Luna and Lucy look up.]

Lynn:

Get pumped (what!)

Get ready (huh!)

This beat's about to get heavy (oh yeah!)

Rough riders!

Olé!

That's the sound of me winning all day

I'm a walking trophy, got my beat, got my drums

Give me a T-R-O-F-Y

Lisa:

I think you spelled that wrong!

Lynn:

That's my kind of song

Yeah!

[Lynn rips off her shorts to reveal multi-colored sequins.]

Alright!

Whoo!

Lynn: [takes Edwin from Lucy and throws it to the ground, resulting in Edwin's nose breaking off.] Alright! Up top!

Lucy: Look what you did to Edwin, you monster.

Lynn: What? You wanna go?

[The two begin to brawl]

Laney: Maybe we should look somewhere else. [Laney pushes Luna down the stairs] Getting inspired yet?

Luna: I don't know, Lanes. The more I hear, the more confused I get.

[Now country music begins to play and Luna sees that her parents are doing the bills in the dining room.]

Lynn Sr.:

Darling, keep me company on the rocky road of life

Rita:

We'll just sing in harmony as the kids all scream, "Be quiet!"

Rita & Lynn Sr.:

So, let's turn up the radio and drive

[The parents are now in a saloon wearing cowboy outfits as they begin to dance to the music.]

Rita:

I'll be out of tune

Lynn Sr.:

I'll be out of time

Rita:

Don't have much to lose

Lynn Sr.:

But we'll be fine

[Luna sees her parents shaking their butts and facepalms herself.]

Rita & Lynn Sr.:

We're gonna keep singing loud and wrong

Cause that's our kind of song

[The two share a kiss as the background returns to normal.]

Luna: Huh. Maybe a country song is the answer! [Just as she was about to write that down, electronic music begins to play.] But of course, here comes another one.

[A dance battle video game is shown on the TV and Lincoln and Clyde are dancing to the beat of the song while playing.]

Lincoln & Clyde:

And the beat goes on and on

Even if we get it wrong

Cause friends don't think, they're just in sync

Best buds, amigos, the list goes on

Can't keep up, can't sing along

That's our kind of song

[The song has come to an end as the screen says "Finished!"]

Luna: [sighs] Or... [writes it down] ...maybe that's the ticket, something people can dance to." [goes upstairs] Unless I should go with a slow jam, or show tunes, or maybe rap, or jazz. No, country. [groans] It's hopeless!

Laney: You can't give up yet! We gotta find a song for you!

Luna: But how? Every song I've heard as hit me in a dead end! Face it, Lanes. There isn't a song in this house that everyone will love!

[Luna hangs her head in defeat and goes to her room, burying her face in her pillow as she lets out another groan. Just then, a pop song begins to play.]

The mic drops, we don't stop

[Luna lifts her head up and she and Laney come out of Luna's room to see Lily dancing to the song on her radio.]

Pretend the sun's never coming up

High tops, tube socks

Following the trends even though we'd rather not

Laney: Get out! I love this song! [Laney runs up to Lily and dances with her]

Lori: [steps out of her room] Ooh, I literally love this song!

Lola: [comes out of the bathroom and gasps] Shut up, so do I!

[Lori and Lola join in.]

Guess it's just whatever (whatever)

[The four sisters lip-sync that last lyric before the chorus begins to play and Luna smiles at this.]

Put your hands in the air like the ceiling ain't there

Make this last forever

Lynn Sr.: [as he, Rita, Luan, Lincoln, and Clyde come up the stairs.] Make a hole! Make a hole! This song is my jam!

[They join in and Lynn comes out of her room. She smiles and joins them as well as Lucy comes out next.]

There is nothing worse than that guy over there

And nothing's better than the best, best, best thing ever

Lucy: I should hate it...but I don't. [joins in]

Oh oh oh, o-o-o-oh, oh oh oh

Lisa: Likewise. Curse this inane yet diobolically catchy tune! [joins in anyway]

[The Louds and Clyde are now dancing to the song.]

Friday nights, summer light

Just me, my friends and I

Top down, peel out (peel out)

But I'm yelling at my mom, 'cause I'm still too young to drive (MOM!)

[Luna then hears Charles barking and sees the pets dancing to the song too.]

Guess it's just whatever

Put your hands in the air like the ceiling ain't there

Mr. Grouse: [dancing to the song as well] I love this song!

Make this last forever

Yeah, there's nothing worse than that thing over there (Eww!)

And nothing's better than the best, best, best thing ever

Oh oh oh, o-o-o-oh, oh oh oh

Oh oh oh, o-o-o-oh, oh oh oh

[During the second chorus after Mr. Grouse dances, a squirrel dances to the song too, as well as two skydivers, and an astronaut. A radio satellite picks it up and sends it all across the world, to which the people from other countries dance to as well, even some of the Casagrandes. The song comes to an end and the Louds and Clyde cheer to such a great tune.]

Luna: [finally figures it out] Dude, bubblegum pop! That's the kind of song the whole world loves!

Laney: That's great! But are you sure you want to go with it? It's not exactly you're kind of song.

Luna: But it sure is everybody's kind of song! This is gonna put on the top!

Laney: Well, of you think it's good I guess can't stop you.

Lynn Sr.: What a workout. Who wants Flippees? I'll drive.

[The Louds and Clyde then run down the stairs and out the door to Vanzilla.]

Rita: Luna, you coming?

Luna: You guys go without me. I've got a contest to win. [goes to her room to write a new song]

[Later, Laney and Luna were ready to record the new song]

Laney: Okay, Luna. We're ready to roll.

[Luna taps her microphone and hits record on the recording device once again. This time, she is on her keyboard and takes an exhale.]

Luna: Alright, take two. [begins playing]

Clock is ticking

Time is running out, every second counts

Overthinking

I can't turn it off, so I'll tune it out

All we know is la, la, la, la, la

So might as well just la, la, la, la, la

We just want to la, la, la, la, la

All day long

Everybody loves this, everybody does this

I'm just gonna do it too

We don't need a new song, we already got one

I'm just gonna give you what everybody wants

What everybody wants

What everybody wants

What everybody wants

Guess I want it too

[The background fades back to normal and Luna stops the recording. She takes out the flash drive and climbs up to her bunk.]

Luna: Now that's a song the whole world will love. [plugs in the flash drive to her laptop] Upload, and submit.

Laney: I'm sure you'll win, Luna. You know music better than anyone.

Luna: Thanks Lanes, fingers crossed.

[Later, the Loud siblings are watching TV when they hear Luna scream excitingly as she heads down the stairs.]

Luna: I'M IN, I'M IN, I'M IN!

Leni: In what, in what, in what?

Luna: America's Next Hitmaker! I just got an email saying my song made it to the top five!

[Laney runs up and hugs Luna squealing with excitement]

Laney: [excited] AAAAAAHHHH! I'm so proud of you, sis!

[Luna's siblings rush over and hug her cheering for her success and their parents enter the scene.]

Leni: We knew you could do it!

Lincoln: Is it the song you've been playing for the last couple of days?

Leni, Lynn, Lana, and Lola: Play it loud, play it loud / I got no time for turning it down

Luna: Actually, I submitted a different one. I really want to win this contest, so, I needed a new song the whole world would dig.

Lynn: Well, looks like you nailed it." [chest bumps Luna to the floor.] "Way to dominate.

Luna: [gets up] Thanks, dude, but watch the diaphragm. I still got to sing.

Laney: Alright, make some room. Future manager of Luna Loud coming through. [Walks with Luna]

[Later, Luna and Laney enters the theatre of where "America's Next Hitmaker"is and walk towards the stage, admiring it in it's glory.]

Luna: Woah!

Laney: I can't believe you're gonna sing here!

Luna: I know!

Doug: [offscreen] Hello there!

[Enter Michelle and Doug]

Michelle: You must be one of our finalists.

Luna: Why yes I am.

Doug: Not you! [points to Laney] Her!

Laney: Huh, me?

Michelle: Yes, you! [Vigorously shakes Laney's hand] We've heard your wonderful song and we are excited to have you on our show.

Laney: Wait! Flattered as I am, you are completely mistaken. I didn't sing that song. [Points to Luna] She did! I'm just her future manager.

Doug: You're joking right?

Luna: No, dudes, she speaks the truth! [sings] All we know is la, la, la, la, la

[The two recognize the tune and are happy.]

Michelle: [gasps] You are the singer! But you're not exactly what we expected.

[Luna grows shocked to hear that.]

Laney: What do you mean?

Doug: Well, her look is...interesting, but it doesn't really fit with her song.

Luna: Oh, I-I was just trying to write something the whole world would love.

Michelle: Great attitude. That's what this is all about.

Doug: So, now that you've got the song covered, let's make you into a girl the whole world will love.

Luna: Uh...

Laney: Hold on! What are you two going at?

Michelle: Nothing crazy, just a couple little tweaks. [Luna looks down at her threads.] Sometimes in the music biz, you gotta play the game to get the fame.

Doug: You do want the fame, don't you?

Luna: Well, sure.

Michelle: Then, trust us.

Laney: Luna, I'm not sure that we can trust these guys.

Luna: Chillax, Lanes. They know what's best for me.

Laney: Really? Because it sounds like they wanna-

[Before Laney could finish, Doug flips the lever for the stage lights.]

Michelle:

We've got a lot work to do and not a lot of time

Doug:

Don't worry, dear, just sign right here

Don't read between the lines

Laney: Hold on a-

Michelle:

That's not supposed to fit that way

Doug:

Your hair, your boots, your clothes, oy vey!

Michelle & Doug:

We know what to do

We'll just fix a thing or two

Or three or four or five

Laney: I don't think-

We love you, you're Luna, now change

You're destined for fortune and fame

There's so much room for improvement

We love you, you're Luna, now change

And we know it might feel wrong

But if you just play along

Laney: Now, wait just a minute you-

Michelle:

Everybody's going to

Michelle & Doug:

Love what you've turned into

Laney: [annoyed] Do i get a say in-

We love you, you're Luna, now change

It's all how you play the game

All big stars could use improvement

We love you, you're perfect

We love you, you're worth it!

We love you, you're Luna

Now change!

[During the last chorus, they fit Luna into several outfits until finally settling on a young pop girl outfit. Laney was shocked to see what the producers did to Luna]

Laney: Gah! What did you do!?

Michelle: We made your client into the star she was born to be.

Laney: What you did was turn her into a trashy popstar!

[Michelle and Doug gasp]

Doug: How dare you! Is that anyway to talk to a star?

Laney: But these changes-

Doug: [Interrupts Laney] Ah bup bup! Listen, kid. I know you're concerned but we hear you. But we are trained professionals so we know what stars want.

Laney: But Luna doesn't want-

Michelle: [Interrupts Laney] Not another word. You two run along now and we'll see you tonght! [They push Laney and Luna out of the studio]

[Cut to Laney and Luna walking back to thier house with Luna in her new outfit and open the door to find their siblings on the couch.]

Leni: [not knowing it's Luna.] Hey, Lola.

Luna: Dude, it's me, Luna.

[The siblings gasp]

Lola: [filing her nails] Learn to take a compliment, sweetie.

Lincoln: Luna, what happened to you?

Luna: Nothing. The producers just made a few tweaks. [sneezes]

Lori: A few tweaks? You are literally unrecognizable.

Luna: [scoffs] Give me a break, dude.

[Enter Rita and Lynn Sr.]

Rita: [also not knowing it's Luna.] Oh, hi. Rita Loud. You must be one of Lori's friends.

Luan: Mom, it's Luna.

[The parents gasp]

Luna: Chill, guys, sometimes in the music industry, you gotta play the game to get the fame. Isn't that right, Laney.

Laney: No it isn't!

Luna: What do you mean it isn't?

Laney: Listen, Luna. I've been supporting your desicions up to this point. But this is too far! Don't you see what Doug and Michelle are doing to you? They're trying to turn you into someone you're not! Just think to yourself: Is this really what you want?

Luna: Yes it is! And I think you are worrying too much. Now if you excuse me, I need to get ready for tonight. [goes upstairs]

Laney: Oh, Luna. If only you could see what you let yourself become...

[Luna is in her room looking at her Mick Swagger poster.]

Luna: They just don't get it, Mick.

Mick: Don't worry, love, I do. [Luna is surprised her poster came to life.] This is a tough business. Only one in a million makes it. You gotta do what you gotta do. Besides, it's not like you're selling your soul.

Luna: Right! That's what I'm saying.

Mick: You're still you. You're still Luna Loud.

[Luna smiles with hope. But back at America's Next Hitmaker, things are not going as she hoped she would.]

Doug: Sorry, you're no longer Luna Loud.

Luna: Excuse me, brah?

Michelle: We did some pre-show testing, and the name Luna Loud just doesn't say girl the whole world loves.

Doug: But your new one does.

[Michelle takes Luna's axe away and straps on a new kind of guitar with a name on it, and that name is...]

Luna: Lulu?!

Doug: Yup, just Lulu. Isn't it fabulous?

Luna: This doesn't even have strings! How am I supposed to play it?!

Doug: Oh, honey, you don't need to play, or sing. You just have to lip-synch.

[Luna is in denial shock.]

Laney: [fed up] THAT'S IT! [Storms up to the producers] I have had enough all these "changes" of yours! Who are you two to decide what Luna should be!? I demand that you change her back at once!

Doug: I'm sorry, but are you the producer of this show?

Laney: Well, no but-

Doug: Exactly, you're just the boss of her, not us. You may not know how the music buisness works but we do. So either you play along or go back to playing your instruments. [The producers leave while Laney was fuming mad]

Laney: Eeerrgh! What jerks! I don't know what you were thinking entrusting them with- [Sees Luna putting the guitar down, then looks at her reflection in the mirror as ballad music plays in the background.] Luna?

Luna:

Who is that in the mirror?

Looking back, I don't know her

But she reminds me of someone I knew

Someone real, with imperfections

I can't deal no direction

Lost the map, where it was leading me to

But maybe I was standing there all along

What have I done? Is it too late?

Trying to be someone I'm not, now I'm someone I hate

For a moment in the spotlight, then it's gone

What have I done? What price have I paid?

It ain't worth it no more, it's material made

I just want to be right back where I belong

What have I done?

What have I done?

Every note rearranged

Every word is someone else's

Till I'm left with the ghost of a girl

I gave in and I regret it

Gave too much but now I get it

Changed myself and lost my way to change the world

Maybe I can still rewrite that song

What have I done? Is it too late?

Trying to be someone I'm not, no, I won't be replaced

With a moment in the spotlight, till it's gone

What have I done? What price have I paid?

No, it's not worth it no more, it's material made

I just want to be right back where I belong

What have I done?

What have I done?

What have I done?

What have I done?

[Laney puts her hand on Luna's shoulder. Luna looks at her and sighs. Michelle and Doug are talking to the stage manager.]

Michelle: And then we'll fire the glitter cannons.

Doug: Focus groups love the glitter cannons.

Luna: [enters] Uh, Doug, Michelle? I've been doing some thinking, what if we made a few more tweaks?

[Michelle and Doug carry in a wardrobe set, a hairbrush, and a hairdryer.]

Michelle: Mmm, what do you have in mind?

Laney: My client Luna, would wish to go back to her original clothes, use a real guitar, and actually sing instead of lip-synching!

Doug: [To Laney] You stay out of this! [To Luna] And you! Let me break it down for you: You go on as Lulu, or you don't go on at all. Are we clear?

[Luna nods and looks down ashamed.]

Laney: Well, then she won't sing at- [Luna stops her]

Luna: We understand... [The producers leave] Laney, what am I going to do? I want to go out there but as Luna not Lulu!

Laney: Well, Lunes. Instead of listening to music, try listening to your heart. [Luna thought of Laney's wise words. That night at the stage, thousands of people are in the audience tonight, and of course, Luna's family.]

Doug: Our next contestant hails from Royal Woods, Michigan.

Lynn: Whoo! [nudges Lucy, who is clapping] It's Luna!

Doug: Please give a warm welcome to Lulu!

[The curtains draw back to reveal Luna, as Lulu, and smiles nervously to the audience, much to the confusion of the Louds.]

Luan: Lulu?

Leni: I'm so embarrassed. I've been calling her Luna all these years.

[Luna steps up to the microphone and looks down at her stringless guitar and Michelle and Doug signal her to go on and perform. Luna looks at her family and finally decides what she must do.]

Luna: Sorry, I've made a huge mistake. [tosses the guitar away] This isn't me. I'm not Lulu, I am Luna Loud! [She takes off the wig and throws it out into the audience.]

Lola: [snatches the wig] MINE!

[Luna draws back the curtain to reveal a bunch of speakers and is now back to the Luna Loud we all know and love as she begins playing the intro for "Play it Loud". Michelle and Doug are in aghast. Laney was estatic.]

Luna:

Rock and roll is running through my veins (hey, hey)

Electric soul like wires to my brain (hey, hey)

I can't be wrong, don't need direction

I can find my way

[Chunk appears playing the drums]

Play it loud, play it loud

[Michelle and Doug shake their fists in anger. The crowd is loving it and Laney and her family are cheering her on.]

I got no time for turning it down

Play it loud, play it proud!

I live it, I breathe it

Don't tell me I don't need it now

Play it loud!

Sorry, I'm not sorry for being proud

[Lincoln and Luan signal the stage manager to turn it up and he happily does so.]

Play it loud!

Turn it up until your speakers blow out

Michelle: [angry] You're disqualified! [Luna just shows that she doesn't care and continues to rock out. Laney then hits Michelle with a microphone] Ow! [Laney blows a raspberry and the producers start chasing her]

Luna:

First things first, I ain't no second place

Rules are meant for bending till they break

Right or wrong with no exceptions

Rocking out my way

[During the second verse, Michelle and Doug continue to chase Laney backstage. They were up at the top of the stage and cornered Laney, then she jumps into a rope and the producers jump after her only to fall into one of the glitter cannons in which Laney use to fire them out of the stage]

Play it loud, play it loud

I got no time for turning it down

Play it loud, play it proud!

I live it, I breathe it

Don't tell me I don't need it now

Play it loud!

Sorry, I'm not sorry for being proud

Play it loud!

Turn it up until your speakers blow out

Until your speakers blow out

Until your speakers BLOW OUT!

[The crowd cheers at such an amazing performance and Luna turns to see that Michelle and Doug are back on the stage covered in bruises and wrapped around in wires]

Doug: Do you know what you've just given up?!

Luna: Yeah, but I know what I'm keeping. The real Luna Loud!

[Luna faces the crowd as they cheer her on. And Laney walks up to Michelle and Doug with a smirk on her face]

Laney: I guess you two don't know much about the music biz after all. [Luna joins her]

Michelle: This is all your fault, you messed everything up!

Laney: I only cleaned up the mess you guys made. [Doug grabs Laney]

Doug: I've had quite enough of you! Now, listen here! This buisness isn't about being yourself!

Luna: [grabs Laney] You leave her alone! It's not her fault you guys tried to change everything about me!

Doug: We run the show here, and we can make as much changes as we want because no one cares who you really are! [Just then he heard a microhone he sees dangling on top of him, revealing that everyone heard what he said. He sheepishly smiles realizing his folly] Uh... heh heh. That was out loud, wasn't it?

[The audience, angry about what Doug said started to boo at the producers and threw stuff at them. They continue to boo as the producers run away. After they left, Luna walks up to the stage and the audience went back to cheering for her amazing performance]

Luna: Thanks for having my back, Lanes. Sorry if I didn't listen to you before.

Laney: Don't apologize, besides you knew what was right all along.

Luna: Still my manager?

Laney: Well, actually. I'm thinking of resigning as manager. I'm thinking of starting my own music career. What do you think of "Smooth jazz"?

Luna: Music to my ears. [Winks to the audience]