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# (Man Rapping Indistinctly) #

(Snoring)

(Whispering)

Let's do this.

- (Whistles Blowing)

- Get your asses up! Let's go!

Come on!

We want you out on the field.

- Let's go! Move!

- (Drum Continues Pounding)

- (Whistles Blowing)

- (Buck Continues Shouting)

Oh, hell, nah.

(Snoring)

Get up!

# ("When the Saints Go Marching In") #

- # (Ends) #

- Good morning.

(All)

Good morning.

Good morning to music.

Good morning, and welcome to Atlanta

A&T University marching band training.

The next two weeks will be your introduction

and possibly induction...

into a great

marching band legacy.

If youre here, it's because

you believe in musicianship.

If youre here, it's because

you believe in Coltrane...

Miles Davis, Stevie Wonder, and the elements

known as Earth, Wind & Fire.

If you are here, it is because

you have a fervent, unequivocal belief...

in teamwork!

(Man)

Come on. Hurry up.

And if you wish to remain here...

you better start believing

in being on time.

You.

Who is your roommate?

Uh, Devon. Uh, Miles.

- (Laughter)

- Sir.

Eyes front!

- What's up, Dr. Lee?

- It's all good, Mr. Miles. Glad to have you here.

- Thank you, sir.

- Why was he late?

I guess he overslept.

Well, why didn't you wake him?

I'm not his mother, sir.

I asked Mr. Miles

why his roommate was late!

He says he guesses he overslept!

I asked,

"Why didn't you wake him"?

And he says

he is not his mother!

Section leaders,

what is our concept?

One band, one sound.

One band, one sound.

When one of us is late,

we are all late.

When one of us looks or sounds bad,

we all look and sound bad!

So what's the concept?

(All)

One band, one sound.

Now I want 10 laps from all those

who are not their roommate's mama.

- (Men Muttering)

- Don't whine.

And while you're jogging

around the field...

let the robust composition of the

"Saints Come Marching In"

flow through your mind.

(Dr. Lee)

People. People, run. Don't walk.

(Dr. Lee)

Use your band sense, not your common sense.

Move it along, baby.

(Woman)

# When the saints go marching in #

Trumpets are the voice of the band.

We are the melody. We are the clarity.

Tubas are the most important section

in this band, boy! Tubas are the boom...

Saxophones are the truth,

the funk, and the hook.

See, once they hear us,

they recognize the song.

(Rhythmic Clapping)

We are the heart and the soul.

Without the percussion section,

the band doesn't move, doesn't come alive.

(Clapping Increases)

We are the pulse.

And without a pulse, you're dead.

(Clapping Stops)

That's why we're the most important

section of this band.

- (Whistle Blows)

- (Man) All right, band. Ten-minute break!

Whoa.

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