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Mine eyes have seen the glory
Of the coming of the Lord
He's trampling out the vintage
Where the grapes of wrath are stored
He hath loosed the fateful lightening
His truth
Is marching
On
Um... Wow, thank you, Stet.
Um... would you step out
and give us a minute?
Well?
- No.
- I agree.
For Christ sakes,
than half of this school.
the discipline for this school.
And he doesn't know
when or where to breathe.
Well, his technique needs work,
but that's to be expected.
There are other considerations as well,
starting with the calendar.
We're well into the fall term
and we only accept new students
at certain periods of the year.
He's too old. Most of the boys here
have already had years
and they play other instruments
along with voice.
Well then, teach him something.
Mr. Owens,
this is the premier
boychoir school in the nation.
Students here sing
with celebrated orchestras,
they record albums, and
they tour throughout the world.
How much?
just bribe your way in here?
The way of the world, sir.
Uh... that's not exactly how this works.
This is for the entire
first year's tuition,
plus a little something extra.
Consider it a donation.
You're in. It's all taken care of.
You got a roof, meals, spending money.
And... I am going home now.
I thought you weren't going
home till tomorrow.
You are a smart boy. You'll be okay.
You'll start in the beginners' course.
We have academics in the morning,
singing rehearsals in the afternoon.
Nobody's late. No one's unprepared.
And we'll expect you
to put in at least 10 hours
of individual practice a week.
You've got a lot of catching up to do.
Here we go.
This side's yours.
Now, the morning bell rings at 6.
Breakfast is at 6:30.
Classes start at 7.
And you must be in uniform at all times,
except weekends and evenings.
And dinner is at 6.
Now, I'll let you settle in.
Hey, Stet.
You'll be fine.
Yeah, that's fine.
Just give me a call back...
Get this in the bank ASAP, Joanie.
And make out a new file: Stetson Tate.
- Will do.
- Interesting concept, selling
admission to the highest bidder.
Wonderfully American.
- Here. The big one, New York.
- New York?
Don't get excited. We didn't get in.
I wish you wouldn't open
my mail, Carvelle.
- It was in my box.
- Holiday concert,
long difficult process,
world class contenders.
- Who'd we lose it to this year?
- Vienna Boys' Choir.
It's all politics, probably.
Politics has nothing to do with it.
We're not good enough.
That's a little harsh, isn't it?
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