Going to the Mat Page #2

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Johann Sebastian Bach.

You Know What's Amazing Is

You Are The First Person

To Be That Brilliant

In Over 300 Years.

Ladies And Gentlemen,

A Big Round Of Applause

For Mr. Jace Newfield!

Yes!

Look, Mr. Wyatt,

It's Not

That Big A Deal.

Mr. Newfield, Please,

Do Not Come Into My Class

And Assume That You Are

Better Than Anybody Else.

I'm Not Assuming

Anything.

Good.

Because If You Want

Special Treatment,

Then You Go

To A Special School.

In My Class, Everyone Is

Regarded As An Equal.

Cool?

I'm Sorry, All Right.

I J--Forget It.

You Wouldn't Understand.

My Guess Is I Understand

Better Than Anybody.

Mr. Wyatt:
Ok...

In Case Nobody

Told You,

He's Just Like You.

Whoa.

Talk About The Blind

Leading The Blind.

[All Laughing]

See What You Did There?

That's Funny.

That Was A Joke.

You're A Clown.

If You Want To Juggle

And Sword Swallow,

That's Next-Door.

If You Want To Make Music

And Be Part Of The Ensemble,

That's Right Here.

Are We Clear?

Mr. Wyatt:
Are We Clear?

Crystal.

Good.

All Right,

Bach, The Right Way.

And...

[Class Playing Slowly]

[Bell Rings]

Hey, Jace,

Awesome Playing

In There, Man.

Hey, Vince.

How's It Going?

Maybe You Are

A Superhero.

One Meeting,

And You Already

Recognize My Voice?

You Know What They Say.

Once You Lose One Sense,

The Others Kind Of Kick In

To Pick Up The Slack.

So, You're In

The Band, Too, Huh?

Who Do You Think

Backed You

On The Piano?

Hey, Wait, Wait.

Hold On.

Nice.

So, Who's That

Wyatt Guy?

Well...

He's--Hey, Good Night,

Mr. Wyatt.

Hey, Mr. Shu.

Mr. Newfield.

Good Evening, Mr. Wyatt.

[Nervous Laugh]

Shoot.

He's Cool.

He Just Don't

Like Surprises.

Great.

So Much For Music Being

My Way In Around Here.

Well, It's Kind Of

Never In.

Uhh!

Out Of My Way, Fly.

Sorry For Living, Nolan.

You Should Be.

Come On, John.

Hey, John Boy.

I'm Shaking Already.

You Know What?

You're Gonna Get Hurt, Kid.

Ooh, Ooh, Ooh.

[Chuckles]

Don't Push It,

Newfield.

Oh, Ok.

You Really Shouldn't

Mess With Those Guys.

They Were

Messing With Me.

So, "Fly," Huh?

What's The Deal

With That?

Well, That's What

Everybody Calls Me.

Not Exactly

A Big Dude, Are You?

I Will Be.

I'm Just Behind 5 To 10 Years.

So, You Walking Home?

No. My Mom's

Driving Me.

She's Afraid I Might

End Up In Colorado.

[Beeping]

And You're Supposed

To Be Blind?

Last Year,

My Band Played

The Christmas Show

At Rockefeller Center.

It Was Awesome.

Kids Were Dancing

And Screaming.

One Girl Even Wanted

My Autograph. No Lie.

Not Here, Man.

Band Guys Are

Like Sea Monkeys,

The Lowest Form Of Life.

At Football Games,

It's A Good Night

If No One Throws

Empty Cups At Our Heads.

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