Class of 1984 Page #4

Still learning it, huh?

Very good.

Well, do I get the job?

Yeah, well, first you

have to go through tryouts.

- Fallon?

- Yeah?

You wanna check out this merchandise?

You got a moment?

- Yeah? You got a moment?

- Sure.

And she was never seen again.

I'm gonna watch.

Another day, another dollar.

Next!

Okay. What I wanna do

is put together a junior symphony,

made up of students from

the two senior classes.

Any volunteers?

Okay...

I guess nobody wants to get out of

some of their classes for rehearsals.

Going to a city symphony competition?

Win trophies?

- Money?

- Yeah.

Okay, not so fast.

You're gonna have to take

a test on sight-reading,

and I wanna hear you all take a shot

at playing a piece cold.

So open your music.

Let's see what we've got.

This is called the "1812 overture."

It's by a Russian composer

named Tchaikovsky.

And it's...

It's very exciting.

It's very dramatic.

And you're gonna have to work

your butts off.

The class begins at 10:00,

sharp, Mr. Stegman.

I don't want you in this class.

I don't care where you go

or what you do.

I'll mark you present,

give you an incomplete.

But I want you to take your friends

and go back to wherever you came from.

Ivory Joe from Kokomo.

Knock it off.

Knock it off!

Come on.

Out.

Do I get the gig, teacher?

- Where'd you learn how to play like that?

- Do I get the f***ing gig?

No.

Maybe I'll give you a shot when

you grow up. Now get out.

Stegman doesn't play in other

people's a**hole bands anyway!

I love 'em.

They remind me that the world

is still a rational place.

There is nothing more rational

than the so-called lower animal.

Did you know that?

Here, you want a hug?

Are you sure you won't join me?

- I hope this is the right stuff.

- No, I got hall patrol.

What is wrong, Andrew?

Are you afraid that I might sully...

the reputation of Lincoln High

by my drinking on duty?

To the lower animals.

They never kill each other

without good reason.

I'll see you later, Terry.

To you.

Mr. Norris, when is rehearsal?

There isn't one.

It's tomorrow.

Hey, hey, watch it.

Jimmy, man, why do you wanna

mess with that sh*t?

- It's gonna help me play.

- That's bullshit.

It's bad news, man.

What the f***'s going on here?

Either buy it or walk.

What the f***'s the matter

with you? It's okay.

All right, well, just hurry up, okay?

Okay.

Hello, sweetheart.

- 3-0. $30. You got that, right?

- Yeah.

Sure you do.

Yeah.

Give him the money. That's very good.

Okay, all yours.

I know. It's nothing.

Love that angel dust.

Okay, in the hooter.

That's what it's for.

There you go.

Nice and beautiful.

Let's do it again.

That's right.

We're putting another one

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