Young Man With A Horn Page #3

All right, boys, let's get with it.

As you know,

we open here Saturday night.

First, I want you to remember...

...we're a dance orchestra. Our job

is to play a tempo they can dance to.

No blues and no low-down jive.

The public likes novelty stuff.

And that's what we're gonna give them.

I guess that's all. Now let's get started.

Number three in the new books,

everybody.

We'll take yours first, Josie,

so you can get back to the hotel.

One, two...

Wait a minute. Wait a minute.

Hold it. Hold it.

What's the matter, Martin,

can't you read music?

- Sure.

- Then why don't you?

You want every number played

how it's written?

Exactly. What do you think

I bought these arrangements for?

I don't know.

I mean, do we have to play every

number the same way every time?

That's right. This is no jam session,

it's a dance orchestra.

- I was just asking.

- Well, now you know.

All right, let's take it again

from where it got torn.

One, two...

That was very good.

Thanks.

You must like it here to stay so late.

It's a good place to play.

No leaders and customers.

Nobody in the next room

to tell me to shut up.

Oh, I'm sorry about the mix-up

at that rehearsal.

If I hadn't stopped singing, maybe Jack

wouldn't have been so hard on you.

It was your number. I didn't have

any business butting in anyway.

It seemed kind of right.

Incidentally, you're about the best

I've heard.

Well, thanks. You know something?

There's a guy on records who has a style

very much like yours. Name is Hazzard.

- Art Hazzard.

- Do you know him?

Since I was a kid.

He taught me to play.

He had a lot of trouble with me once.

I was starting to get a roll.

A what?

When you drop your mouthpiece

low on your lip.

Keep playing that way, you get

so you can't bring it up where it belongs.

Worst thing can happen to a trumpet man.

It gets you tired awful easy.

But he straightened me out. He gave me

an exercise and made me work on it.

Boy, it did the trick.

Yeah, he knows. He really knows.

I guess it's his fault I switched to a

trumpet. I always liked the piano before...

...but the trumpet...

I don't know.

Maybe because it's so close to you, huh?

It's like it's a part of you.

The music doesn't have so far to go.

How about it? This is a dance hall,

not a hotel.

- I gotta lock up.

- Sorry, Bill.

I was wrong.

There's always somebody in the next room

to tell me to shut up.

Well, good night.

Oh, Rick.

- Aren't you going to the party?

- What party?

Well, Jack's buying drinks for all the boys.

No, thanks, I'm not much for parties.

Oh, excuse me.

Oh, sorry.

Thanks.

You know, it's lucky you switched

from the piano.

The way you baby that thing,

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