High Strung Page #5

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And you get a full scholarship to the

Manhattan Conservatory of the Arts!

Which will qualify you

for a student visa.

I don't need a handout

from any conservatory.

What's wrong

with conservatories?

Oh, nothing if you're

a spoiled rich kid

willing to conform

to the rules and politics

of an elitist school

promoting success over arts.

I see.

And you're above all that,

down in the subway

where you're really

nurturing your art.

I play what I want, when I want.

I don't get you.

You've been given a gift.

But you play with so much anger.

I'm surprised anyone is brave

enough to listen to you.

- I'm not playing for them. -Who

are you playing for? Yourself?

You know, music is like dance.

It's a link to the soul.

It can make people laugh

and it can make people cry.

It... It can inspire!

With a power like that...

why wouldn't you want to

share it with the world?

I guess I'm not like you, then.

Ruby!

Hi, Jazzy.

Hey, Ruby.

A bunch of us are at the pub.

Come meet us!

Hey!

What's up, man?

You doin' all right, man?

Yeah.

Really?

You sure don't look

too good to me, man.

Yeah, we haven't heard

you playing your violin.

It got stolen.

Now that's going to

put a dent in your pocket.

Don't worry, bro man.

We got your back.

You can work with us.

Thanks, guys, but...

I can't dance like you.

Ah, who said anything

about dancing?

All right, so, I'm up on

stage, we're doing that...

We're doing all this...

Hey, watch it, man.

- What the hell?

- I'm so sorry!

Come on.

It was not his fault!

He should look where he's going.

You are such a snob.

Ruby!

Hey.

How was your mystery man?

Disappointing.

Oh! Come on.

Come on. We're

eating fried food.

Should make you feel better.

- Hey.

- Hi.

Take a seat.

Whoo! Yeah!

This sounds pretty good.

Yeah, he's okay.

- I bet you could smoke him.

- Absolutely.

I'm playing at

a fundraiser tomorrow night.

Why don't you come

see for yourself?

All right.

Sounds fun.

- Hey.

- Hey.

Do you mind?

That's it, let's go, girls!

- Okay.

- We're getting up there!

Let's go!

- I can't believe we're gonna do this!

- You're going down.

Come on, girls. Let's

show them what we've got.

Watch out, gorgeous.

- What's your name?

- I'm Jazzy.

Of course, you are.

- Morning.

- Good morning.

Jasmine!

Let's begin.

- Why didn't you wake me?

- Are you kidding?

You wouldn't budge.

Retrouve!

What time did you

get in last night?

You mean, this morning.

Were you with that guy

from the pub?

His name's Paolo.

He is so hot!

He seemed crazy.

And possibly,

chemically altered.

Yeah.

But did you see his sexy bike?

Will you stop talking there?

Stretch. More, more!

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