Boychoir Page #3

Carvelle. C-A-R...

Hello.

Hi. It's Wooly here.

How's Japan? How's Akita?

Have you seen any dogs?

Don't tell me you called me up

in the middle of the night

to talk about dogs. What is it? Shoot.

I know the boy

who's gonna get us to New York.

- Who?

- Stet Tate.

He's made amazing progress.

He can go all the way.

With him, we really

have a shot this year.

- Anything else?

- Um, no.

Then hang up so I can go back to sleep.

Make a wish make a wish make a wish...

- Happy birthday!

- Thank you.

Did you wish for a boyfriend again?

No.

Oh, look, you got your presents!

Gonna open them?

- Hey, Stet.

- Hey.

Hey, Andre. Whoa! Look over there?

- How was Japan?

- Ah, amazing.

Me and Devon, we were like rock stars.

Full houses, Japanese girls, autographs.

It was crazy.

I can't wait for the next tour.

I'll see you later, Stetson.

Alright, that's enough talking.

Everybody to your places.

Let's focus up.

- Mr. Carvelle.

- Mr. Wooly.

Gentlemen, let's start

with a little dictation.

Everyone remembers

Mendelssohn's Denn er hat.

Listen to this.

Remember this?

Now listen.

What's different?

- Can you play it again?

- No. Yes?

You changed modes. You went into minor.

Ah, there's hope for you, Raffi. Good.

You also dropped a note.

Excuse me, did someone say something?

You changed modes and left out a note.

I changed modes and left out a note?

You're in the training choir, right?

You're not even in the touring choir.

And you're saying

that you heard something

that 40 others didn't?

Alright, gentlemen, anyone here

that feels I dropped a note,

raise your hands.

And if you don't feel I dropped

a note, raise your hands.

- Still think I dropped a note?

- Yes, sir.

It was the sixth

in the chord before last.

The sixth in the chord before last.

He's right.

At least someone showed up today.

Yo, people! The bus for the mall

leaves in five minutes!

- Stet, you coming?

- Yeah, I'll be right there.

Come on, hurry up. Movies,

Skittles, girls, stupid stuff.

Your future awaits!

All at the mall! Come on, five minutes!

Five minutes, everybody!

I hate you!

Hildegard von Bingen!

It's as if I made the name up.

But no, I remember

the first time I heard the name.

Everybody knows the name.

Everybody knows the name!

We're talking about the music!

Do you know anybody else?

Do you know anybody else?

Please, this meeting's gone on

long enough. Are we done?!

No.

What do we all think about putting Stet

- in the touring choir?

- What do we all think

about getting a real piano tuner

for this school?

- Let me just jolt that down.

- The atrophy in the pianos is...

Stet would learn faster

in the touring choir.

Completely impossible.

You're not allowed

to join the boychoir without

first passing grade five theory.

He's wasting his time

in beginning vocals.

He needs help. He needs Carvelle

as his teacher.

Someone remind me. Are we an academy

for elite singers or some weird

cat rescue mission?

But he has the voice.

With him, we can sing anywhere.

- He's that good?

- He is.

Carvelle?

- Would anyone like some tea?

- Let's hear him.

Watch the ankles! Watch your legs!

Really good! Really good!

It's not as easy as singing, is it?

Really nice.

Alright, guys, let's take five minutes.

Grab some water, take a break.

Stet.

Stet, we wanted to hear you sing.

I mean, whatever you've been

singing in Wooly's class.

How about the Saint Matthew Aria?

Can I sing Pie Jesu?

Pie Jesu? Where'd you learn that?

I just did.

Okay. Go ahead, then.

Wow. You've come so far so fast.

I'm glad you're at the school.

Carvelle.

What?

I don't get it. I don't understand.

I know you hear what I hear.

Yes. But behaviour is the issue.

A good voice is not enough.

Enough for what? He's good enough

for the touring choir. You know that,

and you've known that

since the beginning.

Give him a proper audition

that he can prepare for

over the Christmas break.

Okay?

Where are my parents?

They're, like, always late.

- Yeah.

- Happy holidays, guys.

- See you, Andre.

- See you in a couple weeks.

- See you next year.

- Yeah, that's true.

Audition materials

for the touring choir.

A lot of work over Christmas.

They're locking the school up.

Is someone picking you up?

Yes, sir. My dad should be here shortly.

Right.

Focus on the Faure and the Britten.

It'll be one of those.

Oh my...

Oh my dear heart young Jesus sweet

Oh my dear heart young Jesus sweet

Prepare thy cradle in my spirit

Hey!

Hey!

Oh my dear heart young Jesus sweet

Prepare thy cradle in my spirit

Welcome back, fellas.

Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah,

Happy Kwanzaa, Happy New Year,

and all that good stuff.

This is part one

of your touring choir audition.

Take one, pass it down.

You have exactly one hour

to complete the written section.

Ready?

Set?

Go.

Guys, smile. It's not a funeral.

We have just two openings

for the touring choir this semester.

That's why we're having auditions.

Stet. We'll start with you,

then Fernando.

How about, uh...

Britten's Balulalow?

Oh my dear heart young Je...

- Want some water?

- I'm good.

Oh my dear heart young Jesus sweet

Prepare thy cradle in my spirit

And I shall rock thee

To my heart

And never more from thee depart

Fernando.

Oh my dear heart thee ever more

With songes sweet unto thy glore...

Look straight, don't look at me.

Look straight ahead.

Now...

How does that feel?

Bright, isn't it?

Now sing.

I said... sing!

No, wrong. Not from

your throat, diaphragm.

All the force of your sound

needs to come from there.

Keep singing.

Sing through it.

Put your hand down.

The heat of the stage, can you stand it?

Can you stand two hours of that?

Look at me.

I said, look at me!

How dare you squander your talent?

Keep singing.

How can I take you seriously?

You disrespect me.

You disrespect the school.

Raffi's stereo.

The vending machine.

The window you broke.

The mocking.

You don't have to go

to all that trouble.

All you need to do is quit!

- Just quit!

- I won't quit.

Of course you'll quit! You know why?

Because quitting is all you know!

- I'll do better.

- It's too late.

- You can't make me leave.

- You never wanted any of this.

You know why?

Because music means nothing to you.

You need to really want this.

I do.

Need a buddy?

Congratulations.

Welcome to the majors.

You got a good voice.

Why so glum?

Don't worry.

You'll get the hang of the road.

1,000, 2,000-seat halls,

all those people.

It doesn't matter.

You don't even see 'em.

Just keep up on the music:

me up front, you supporting.

We'll dominate.

Two, three.

Two, three...

Don't let it get away from you.

High knees.

I didn't know you were here.

You wanted to see me.

Rachmaninoff was 20

when he composed that.

20. Just a few years older than you.

I never knew you could play that well.

Well, I learned it when I was 13.

I played it better then than now.

I'm changing the lineup.

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