A Cinderella Story: Once Upon a Song Page #2

Because I'm so forward with guys.

First time for everything, right?

- Hi, Luke.

- Hello.

You have to hear my demo.

It's a retro-funk-jazz explosion.

Back off. I was here first.

Hold on, hold up. Please hold on.

My boy does not want your demos yet.

Walk away. Move along. Bye.

It was nice chatting

or whatever that was.

- Yes, hi, I'm, uh...

- Luke Morgan, right?

Who is producing the Showcase.

I don't think I'm gonna do the Showcase,

so I need to keep a low profile...

Yeah, yeah. Listen close now.

There's two kinds of people in this school.

There are the wannabes

and there's gonnabes.

You and I, we're gonnabes. What do we do?

We stay away from the wannabes, all right?

And girls named Yolanda. There are three

of them and they are certifiably...

Crazy? You attract

crazy women? Shocking.

It may seem like I don't have game,

but ladies love a listener.

Plus, I'm telling you,

let me help you find acts.

- Ah, so you're a talent scout?

- Well, bottom line, I'm a DJ.

- Oh, you're a DJ as well?

- Check this.

Whoa.

Okay, yes. You could be very useful.

It was nice meeting you.

You got a girl for the dance?

Because I can hook you up.

Uh, no. Thanks.

Uh, but what do you know

about Bev Van Ravensway?

- Supposed to see her tonight.

- Bev?

- Yeah.

- She's hot...

...but the girl

is mad, mad drama, okay?

I am talking to you

and you don't even know my name.

- I'm Mickey O'Malley.

- Mickey O'Malley.

A rarity in the Irish community.

Om.

RAVl:
Om.

- Om.

- Om.

- Om!

This is not a contest, Ms. Gail.

Just concentrate on your breathing.

My butt is numb.

If your butt is suffering,

then you are suffering.

In fact, your entire life is suffering. Why?

Because you crave

that which is meaningless.

Are you calling me shallow?

No, I'm saying to stop your craving

and release your butt.

Just release it. Release it, yeah.

Release that butt.

Release that butt

Oh, yeah, release that butt

Oh, yeah, release that butt

Mrs. Van Ravensway?

What part

of "if you interrupt my meditation...

...I will jerk your tail in a knot"

do you not understand?

You told me

to tell you when dinner was ready.

Oh, thank God.

I'm craving some bourbon.

Victor.

- Oh. Um, dinner's ready.

- Tell me something I don't know.

Do you have any idea how stressful it is

to run this academy?

Yes, I spent the money at the spa.

Five thousand dollars a night

is not very expensive...

... when you think about the alternative,

which is me having a nervous breakdown.

Ow.

What are you doing?

I'm on the phone.

- I'm cleansing.

Heh, heh.

Mac and cheese.

I don't need your spiritual counseling.

I'm thinking of firing you.

Pace yourself, Ms. Gail,

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