Fame Page #5

I got plenty of experiences to spare.

You know what?

I live with two chicks.

Dance is the hardest

department in the school.

Acting is the hardest

profession in the world.

Music is the hardest profession of

them all. Isn't that right, Mrs. Tossoff?

Indeed.

Okay.

No fighting. Stay in line, please.

Okay, okay, okay.

Who's next?

That's good.

Excuse me.

- I'll be doing my scene Thursday...

- I'll be right back.

Get out of my seat!

- Shady Sadie

- Shady Sadie

- Serving lady

- She's a serving lady

Don't pay her no mind, no

She'll take every dime

She's got a one-a-day lunch

Good for all the bunch, yeah

Hot lunch, yeah

Macaroni and baloney

Tuna fish, our favorite dish

Hot lunch, hey

If it's yellow, then it's Jell-o

If it's blue, it could be stew

She's got a one-a-day lunch

Good for all the bunch

Hey, now

- Hot lunch

- Hot, hot lunch

Oh, no

Yeah

Hot lunch, hot lunch

Hot lunch, hot lunch

Hot lunch, hot lunch

Hot lunch, hot lunch

Oh, yeah.

- Hi.

- Hi. That's too wild for me.

- I'm in your acting class.

- I know.

Montgomery MacNeil.

- Doris Finsecker.

- Hi. Wanna sit down?

All right. Is your mother really

Marsha MacNeil, the actress?

- That's right.

- She does wonderful work.

- Have you seen her?

- But I've heard.

Oh.

- I didn't know she lived in New York.

- She doesn't. Officially, she does...

...but she's been on the road forever.

She gets paid to stay in hotels...

...but she stays with friends. Sends her

per diems home to me and Dr. Golden.

- Is that your stepfather?

- My analyst.

What's wrong with you?

It's pretty technical, really.

I have problems.

- What kind of problems?

- With women.

Fine. Swaying with a nice humming

sound, please. And:

Let the arms go.

Good, good, good.

And chew.

Faster.

Speed.

Tongues out. Down.

Side. Side.

And round, round. Come on.

More energy!

Do it together, please.

Keep moving.

Much better.

Much, much better now.

Reach for the jete!

And:

Impulse to impulse.

Relax.

Relax.

Sense the floor against your bodies.

Feel it against

the backs of your legs.

Your arms.

Your shoulders.

Let your senses remember...

...this feeling of heaviness.

Relax and breathe.

Relax and breathe.

All right, let's go. Thank you.

Don't be late. Come on. Don't be late.

- Should you be on this floor?

I have a note.

- Miss Berg wants a tambourine.

- Fine.

Excuse me? Excuse me?

You speak English?

- Bruno Martelli?

- He's across the hall.

Thanks.

- Hi.

- Hi.

- What kind of music notes are those?

- Laser beams.

- It's a requiem for Buck Rogers.

- Great.

- You ever thought of doing real music?

- This is my music.

- I mean a band.

- I don't like bands. They crowd me.

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