Drumline Page #3

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Where the hell y'all going?

- He said take a break.

- Did I say take a break?

- No.

- No?

No, big brother Iron Man, sir.

We do not rest with the band in performance

and we do not rest with the band in practice.

- Give me 30 push-ups.

- (Groans)

You got a problem?

Nah, dog. You want 30 push-ups,

you got 30 push-ups.

(Iron Man)

Make it 32.

(Laughs)

Hey, look at this.

We got a girl on line.

A G.I. Jane in the house.

(Laughs)

Hey, baby, you might wanna do

some, uh, girl push-ups...

because, you know, guys like

a little something soft to hold on to.

(Men Laughing)

- Damn!

- Whoo.

(Iron Man)

Pick out a drum from this side only.

Sign them out over here.

Enjoy it now 'cause this might be

the last time some of y'all see a drum.

- Yeah, baby.

- (All Chattering)

What the hell you doing?

- Getting my drum.

- Nah, nah, see.

These are for A&T drumline only. P1s.

You are not a P1.

You are a crab. Now take it off.

- I'll take it off when you calm down.

- (All) Ooh.

Everybody clear outta here.

Now!

(Men)

Okay.

Boy, don't you ever disrespect me.

Dog, you gotta

give respect to get it.

What, you threatened by me?

- I don't know sh*t about you, crab.

- Nah?

You don't know how your man,

Dr. Lee came all the way to the N.Y...

to sit in my living room and tell my mom

how much this band needs me?

I don't give a damn

if he stayed in your mama's bed.

I own the drumline.

You wanna get down,

you come through me.

Now take off my drum.

Your raggedy-ass sh*t

is right over there.

- (Buck Wild) Let's go!

- (Iron Man) If you can't hang...

put your drum

in storage and go home!

Now, move your ass, lift your feet,

and you'll make it to the top!

(Buck Wild)

Y'all can't wear my colors running like that!

Let's go, Uncle Ben.

I bet your country ass would run faster...

if I had one of your grandmama's

hot buttered biscuits.

I guess it ain't

white boy day, is it?

Come on. Let's roll.

Come on, tubas. Let's go.

Come on, boy! That's why your raggedy ass

gets a raggedy drum.

Boy, you gonna graduate

in that white T-shirt. Damn!

(Chanting Cadences)

(Chanting Continues)

What's your name, crab?

Jayson Flore, sir.

A.K.A., Affirmative Action.

Brilliantly named

by big brother Iron Man yesterday.

What's wrong? They don't have

enough black people in Georgia Tech?

I don't find their marching style

or musical selections interesting enough, sir!

And no, they don't

have enough black people.

(All Laughing)

- Now you done messed up the cadence.

- (All Groaning)

(Iron Man)

Take it from the top.

Ah, sh*t.

They don't tell you about all this

when they recruit you.

- (Jayson Groans)

- I wouldn't know, Mr. First-Round Draft Pick.

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