Boychoir Page #5

Niska Banja. Make sure you match up

every single syllable. Ready? And...

Stand up straight.

Okay, guys, stop.

That's enough.

You need to be pushing the books

up with your breath, not your belly.

Stet, don't sing from your throat.

Sounds like you got

a frog trapped in there.

Make sure the air comes

rising up to your stomach

from the deep depths

of your diaphragm, alright?

Try again. Just you.

Hello. Do you speak English?

I need to speak to Mr. Carvelle, please.

Carvelle. C-A-R...

Hello.

Hi. It's Wooly here.

How's Japan? How's Akita?

Have you seen any dogs?

Don't tell me you called me up

in the middle of the night

to talk about dogs. What is it? Shoot.

I know the boy

who's gonna get us to New York.

- Who?

- Stet Tate.

He's made amazing progress.

He can go all the way.

With him, we really

have a shot this year.

- Anything else?

- Um, no.

Then hang up so I can go back to sleep.

Make a wish make a wish make a wish...

- Happy birthday!

- Thank you.

Did you wish for a boyfriend again?

No.

Oh, look, you got your presents!

Gonna open them?

- Hey, Stet.

- Hey.

Hey, Andre. Whoa! Look over there?

- How was Japan?

- Ah, amazing.

Me and Devon, we were like rock stars.

Full houses, Japanese girls, autographs.

It was crazy.

I can't wait for the next tour.

I'll see you later, Stetson.

Alright, that's enough talking.

Everybody to your places.

Let's focus up.

- Mr. Carvelle.

- Mr. Wooly.

Gentlemen, let's start

with a little dictation.

Everyone remembers

Mendelssohn's Denn er hat.

Listen to this.

Remember this?

Now listen.

What's different?

- Can you play it again?

- No. Yes?

You changed modes. You went into minor.

Ah, there's hope for you, Raffi. Good.

You also dropped a note.

Excuse me, did someone say something?

You changed modes and left out a note.

I changed modes and left out a note?

You're in the training choir, right?

You're not even in the touring choir.

And you're saying

that you heard something

that 40 others didn't?

Alright, gentlemen, anyone here

that feels I dropped a note,

raise your hands.

And if you don't feel I dropped

a note, raise your hands.

- Still think I dropped a note?

- Yes, sir.

It was the sixth

in the chord before last.

The sixth in the chord before last.

He's right.

At least someone showed up today.

Yo, people! The bus for the mall

leaves in five minutes!

- Stet, you coming?

- Yeah, I'll be right there.

Come on, hurry up. Movies,

Skittles, girls, stupid stuff.

Your future awaits!

All at the mall! Come on, five minutes!

Five minutes, everybody!

I hate you!

Hildegard von Bingen!

It's as if I made the name up.

But no, I remember

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