Drumline: A New Beat Page #4

Cool ass Jayven,

ain't afraid of anything.

Okay whatever,

but this ain't you.

You know, maybe it is.

I mean, you saw

my pops tonight.

You know people think that

I live this strong life,

but it's not.

The great Jimmy Lapierre

ran through all his money

thanks to drinking,

drugs, and women.

Damn and I tried to help

him but, now he tours just

so he can get his fix.

So you know what?

Yeah, I do what I gotta

do so I can make my

own money.

Okay, but selling weed?

Yes!

I'm screwed up Dani.

But, I'm trying to fix

it, being here, earning my

spot on this senate, that

was my escape from

all of that.

Until tonight.

Maybe you should go.

Hey.

Hey.

You're not gonna get all

clingy on me now are ya?

Oh, I planned to get real

clingy, I've told you

too much.

Daddy.

Hmm, hi.

I got a call from the cell

phone company, your bill

is late.

I was, I was gonna

pay it when I got paid.

Yeah well, this is real

world stuff honey, due

dates matter, you

want me to cover it?

No, I got it, I'm

mailing it today.

Okay, how did

you make out?

Umm, make out?

Yeah, tree shaking, you

said you were shoeing for

something.

Yeah, the

audition, umm I made P1.

I hope studying fits

in there somewhere.

Yeah, I'm

handling it, trust me.

Baby look, now there's

plenty of semester left,

Spelman is a

viable option.

This weekend, we go to war,

on our own field, against

Southern State.

Now, I'm all too aware

that ANT has suffered some

casualties in this war

the last few years.

That all ends right now.

Who are we?

The Marching Panthers.

Who are we?

The Marching Panthers!

That's right.

Get some rest, dismissed.

Percussion,

stay on the field.

Dean Phillips has just

brought a situation to my

attention, and as a result

I will allow a challenge

from a P1 snare.

Ms. Raymond, step forward.

Dr. Taylor, that means

she's part of the senate.

Yes it does, Mr. Mason.

As is the rule, you

challenged the last

drummer placed

on the line.

Mr. Lapierre,

step up, step up.

All right then.

Not this time, Mr.

Lapierre, don't be

discouraged at this

moment, learn from it.

Welcome to the

senate, Ms. Raymond.

Dismissed.

Jayven, Jayven.

I'm sorry, I didn't

know that that was gonna

happen, I talked to Dean-

You knew, what being

P1 meant to me.

But it's cool,

brand new Dani, right?

Yay P1!

What?

Look you had a problem,

you took action, you

didn't know you were going

to de-ball your man in the

process.

Tasha.

We just got together.

So, I guess you

guys heard about me.

Ain't no body heard

nothing about you, JFK.

I can't march until I

get my chem grade up.

You know, who the hell

knows how many confirmed

elements there are in

the periodic table.

118 as of 2012, 98 of

the 118 occur naturally.

What?

What are you?

Some kind of sexy genius?

Maybe.

Umm, I have a

date, so I have to go.

But, if I see Jay in the

room later, I'll talk to

him okay?

I've been texting you.

Who are you, his momma?

Look, what's going on?

What did I do?

Oh, oh yeah that's right,

you, you wanted me to say

something real right?

Well this is me, just like

you're a daddy's little

girl who had to run to the

Dean's office in order to

get her way.

Jay.

Jay.

Y'all go on ahead.

You better bring it

tomorrow, trying to roll

with the senate.

Give it up for the

unstoppable Southern State.

And now, presenting the

Atlanta A&T Marching Panthers.

Focus.

Under the new

direction of Dr. Sean Taylor.

Remember what

we're here to do.

Okay, okay.

It actually

looks like A& has gotten their

groove back.

They just killed

Southern State.

The crowd agrees.

Oh but wait a minute,

Southern State is not

giving up that easy.

Their drum line is

making a call to war.

They want more.

Dr. Taylor, they

wanna battle.

No.

We do what we came to do.

Where you goin'?

Come on.

You scared, baby brother?

Senate, fall in.

You heard Dr. Taylor,

Senate, fall in.

Hell yeah.

Yo, Jay, you in for Dani.

What?

Should be my spot anyway.

Yo, Armondi,

this is my line.

Dr. Taylor, we want to

win, we need our best.

Jayven.

LaPierre, take the field.

Miss Raymond battles too.

Yo, Dani, keep

up on the beat.

Lets go, y'all.

Whoo!

Are we watching this,

ladies and gentleman?

A&T's drum line

is killin' it.

Oh no!

She dropped the sticks,

ladies and gentleman.

Automatic win for

Southern State.

Looks like A&T should have

quit while they were ahead.

Stupid B*tch!

Man, watch your mouth.

Ugh!

Whoo!

Hey!

Lets go.

Yo, yo, yo, stop playin'.

Mondi.

This aint football.

This aint football.

Man, some bands act

straight ghetto.

What's up?

Brutality on the field.

Tyree, are you...

Not now, D.

Yo, what was that

fight all about

on the field yesterday?

I know y'all seen it by now.

Southern State and A&T,

it's all over You Tube,

so we know the classic

gonna be fire.

I will handle the band.

So who's gonna handle you?

The director of the classic

is threatening to pull

it from the school.

Sponsors are wary due to

the show of violence.

What the hell, Sean?

There's some dissention

among the senate.

Come on.

This is just as

much about you

and your competition

with your brother.

Oh, comin' from the

woman that played

us against each other?

Oh so you...

finally wanna

talk for real?

Well lets talk for real.

Your identity was all

wrapped up in this band.

You broke up with

me senior year.

Yeah, and you landed in my

brother's bed a month later.

I will not let the school suffer

for this nonsense between

you and your brother.

We need the profit and the

exposure from the classic.

Nia.

If you can't fix what you

broke, then we're done.

That fight was a disgrace

to your history,

your school and yourselves.

I'd suspend you all,

but A&T's got too much

ridin' on the Classic.

Miss Raymond and Mr.

LaPierre, step forward.

What is our motto?

One band, one sound.

And yet, it was all about

you Saturday, wasn't it?

What happened on that

field wasn't me.

Who we are at our core

is a series of actions.

Of all the actions

you could've taken,

you chose to turn your

back on your line.

And in that moment,

Miss Raymond,

you were exactly

who you are.

Until further notice,

you two are both P4's,

meaning you participate

fully in practice,

but no performance.

You wanna show boat?

Why don't you show boat

while you clean drums,

haul water, and try to

gain some respect back?

10 laps.

Or do you want 20?

Talk about identity and all

I saw on that field was ego.

about extended practices

until further notice.

Dr. Taylor got the

biggest ego out here.

Shut up.

There might be a slight

change of plans, people.

I hear the Classic might be

held at a different school.

I'll keep you posted, just

stay tuned in and turnt up.

Hey.

It's Sean.

I know, long time.

Now, save your strength,

still gotta clean these

drums after practice.

And I want em

squeaky clean.

All right, man.

We got it.

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