Yeah. - All right. By the way... ...you were reading the girl's part. - Shit. You're not into high school. I'm into dancing. You're into ass, you mean. You don't have to go to high school for that. Who asked you to work my audition anyway? - I was doing you a favor, remember? - Some fat fucking favor. Take your things to the third floor. Give your forms to the senior there. Okay, you go downstairs, change in the girls' room and wait for him. I'm through? I don't have to dance anymore? Where you going, Leroy? He's in and I'm out, right? Fuck you, Leroy! This was my audition, remember? You're not into high school. We were rehearsing to get me into this school, not you, you fucker! It's not fair! I didn't want to come here anyway. This school sucks. You've done me a favor, shithead. You saved me four fucking years from this ass-licking school! You looking at one happy lady! Who wants to go to a fucking school to learn to dance, anyway? Yeah, hello? No, it isn't. This is Naomi Finsecker speaking. Her mother. Who is this? Replacement? What do you mean, replacement? So is she in or is she out? Theresa! I got in! I got in! I got into Performing Arts! Doris, we're in! Get her out of there! Hey, later on. All right. All right! See y'all later. Hello. Hey, mama, get in the car! Baby! Come on, baby, come on. Don't go to school. Martelli, Bruno. - Bruno. Come on. Garcia, Raul. - Garcia, Raul? - It's Ralph. - It says Raul. - I don't relate to that. - Garcia, Ralph. - It's Garci. Ralph Garci. I think they spelled it wrong on the application. - Garci, Ralph. - Here. - MacNeil, Montgomery. - Here. - Monroe, Lisa. - Yes? Johnson, Leroy. Johnson, Leroy? In future, Mr. Johnson, I'd like you to leave your ghetto blaster at home. I'd have left it home if it wasn't so goddamn boring in here. This is a classroom, Mr. Johnson. You're going to be here for four years... ...with your eyes open, homework done, pencils sharpened... ...and all food, cigarettes and radios outside. Do you understand me? - Why are you here, Mr. Johnson? - Because I's young and single... ...and I loves to mingle. Speak English. - I speak like I likes. - This is my room. You'll speak as I like. I teach English. Now, if that's a foreign language, you're gonna learn it. This is no Mickey Mouse school. You won't get off easy because of talent. - I don't care how well you dance... - Bitch run her fucking mouth. ...or how many colored tutus you have. If you don't give academic subjects... ...equal time, you're out. - Bullshit. You have to arrive earlier to get dressed and warmed up. You have to take outside classes in your major field... ...and study ballet, modern, folk, jazz, tap and historical dance here... ...as well as dance history, supported adagio... ...variation class, makeup, hairstyling and even acting for dancers. 50,000 people call themselves actors, and maybe 500 are making a living at it. Most of those do commercials to pay the rent. The rest wait tables... ...clean other people's apartments, living on welfare and hope. Don't think talent's enough to get you through. You gotta have a strong technique, a good agent, and most of all, thick skin. Now you're part of an underprivileged minority, and you're going to suffer. Pulled tendons, shin splints, swollen toes, smelly tights... Cattle calls, the humiliation, the rejection... Melodic dictation theory, keyboard harmony, piano, piano literature... ...music history, orchestration, conducting, symphonic band... When do we have lunch? Lunch is at 11:30... ...and then you'll have everything else. - What's everything else? Biology, chemistry, algebra, English, French, physics, history, et cetera. Dance is not a way of getting through school. It's a way of life, plus school. The school part is easier. You better like yourself a lot. Because that's all you got to work with. Use yourself. Your ------------------------------ Читайте также: - текст Вооружён и опасен на английском - текст Родители на английском - текст Минотавр на английском - текст Пара Пара Сакура на английском - текст Штрафбат на английском |