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because of the ice and the snow.

That's why I prefer Los Angeles

to Beethoven City,

because it never rains

in Southern California,

and if it does, all I have to do

is just go in the tunnel,

I could play to my heart's content.

I'm flabbergasted about the statue.

Aren't you flabbergasted about this?

- Anyway, nice to meet you.

- Do you have any idea how it got here?

- No.

- Maybe they dropped it off late at night.

'Cause it's just astonishing to sit here

for hours and just... Just gaze at it.

- It... It just blows me away.

- No idea.

It really blows me away

that someone as great as Beethoven

was the leader of Los Angeles.

Yeah.

I'm Steve Lopez, LA Times.

- Lopez, L-O-P-E-Z?

- Yeah.

Lopez, Los Angeles Times. Mr. Lopez.

- What's your name?

- Lopez.

Nathaniel Anthony Ayers Junior.

N-A-T-H-A-N-l-E-L A-N-T-H-O-N-Y

A-Y-E-R-S J-U-N-l-O-R.

Or J-R-period.

I apologize for my appearance.

I've had a few setbacks.

Me, too.

Who are Nancy, Paul, and Craig?

Those were my classmates at Juilliard.

Good afternoon, Juilliard School.

Registrar's office, please.

What's up?

It's highly classified. I can't tell you.

- How many?

- More than we can afford to lose.

Evidently, it goes like this.

Stock price sinks, we lose reporters.

Stock price sinks more,

we lose more reporters.

That won't produce more or less...

Hi, this is Steve Lopez from

the LA Times. I'm calling to enquire

as to whether a Nathaniel Anthony Ayers

attended your school.

A-Y-E-R-S. I'm sorry.

Freaking child lock.

- How is our son, by the way?

- He's good.

He likes his classes.

He likes his pre-gay roommate.

You should call him.

- I call him.

- Is a lie.

I call him. He doesn't call me back.

- He calls me back.

- Mary...

- Just try again.

- Yes, Mary.

- Yes, Mary.

- Yes. Yes, Steve.

- I gotta take this call.

- Great.

- Because I don't have a story. Hello?

- Call him.

I'm sorry, we have no record

of a Nathaniel Anthony Ayers

ever attending Juilliard.

Really?

But then I don't have a story.

Thanks for checking.

I'm not doing the blood thing.

I got too many other good ideas.

My dad is gonna freak

when he finds out I met you.

He loves your column.

What about you?

- Well, I don't really read the newspaper.

- Sure.

But when I do...

Hey! Those aren't all for me, are they?

I'm also going to need a clump of hair

and some urine.

That's easy.

- All right.

- Okay.

Make a fist for me.

Come on.

Crap.

- Lopez.

- Mr. Lopez?

Yeah, can you just hold on one second?

I'm having a little

technical difficulty here.

This is Rosie Delgado

from the Juilliard School.

Mr. Lopez?

Yes. Please continue.

After we spoke yesterday, I realized

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