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(Woman #2)

Come on, y'all.

(Crowd Chattering, Cheering)

(Woman)

# Break it down #

# Break it down now #

# Sigma #

(Woman)

Ow!

- # Phi #

- All right!

# Alpha Sigma Phi Alpha #

# Psi #

- (Barks)

- (Applause, Cheering)

(Mouthing Words)

(Men Shouting)

# Oh, break it down

Oh, break it down #

- # Whoo, ah #

- Whoo!

# Gonna break it down

Gonna break it down #

# Ooh, ah #

# Hey, hey, check me out #

# Hoo!

Check me out #

# Hoo!

Check me out #

# (Chanting Fades) #

# (R&B) #

(Woman)

# Lately when I look into your eyes #

# Eyes #

# You're the only

one I need in my life #

# Baby, I just don't know #

# How to describe #

# How lovely you make me feel #

# Inside #

# You give me butterflies #

Okay. Thanks a lot.

Mr. Taylor.

- You finish those halftime cadences yet?

- Just finished them.

- Good. Let's hear it.

- (Devon Chattering)

Actually, Dr. Lee,

why don't we let Devon run it?

Oh, nah. You the big dog.

Do your thing.

No, I really think it'd help

if somebody else played it.

I wouldn't do it no justice.

What are you two...

Beavis and Black-head?

It doesn't have to be perfect, Devon.

I just want to hear it.

Come on. You knocked that cadence out

I did in, like, a minute.

You got it.

Go on, rip it, dog.

- Go on, dog.

- (Dr. Lee) Let's go, Devon.

(Man)

What's wrong, "D"?

(Dr. Lee)

Mr. Miles, is there a problem?

Don't feel like playing

that wack-ass cadence.

You know that was

a b*tch move, Sean.

It was obvious,

if anybody bothered to pay attention.

Personally, I don't give a damn if the boy

can't read a book. He's strong, and you know it.

Have some respect for your section, Robert.

Snares have a standard.

It's my job to protect the line and that's what I did.

You don't like it, follow his ass out.

You lied on your application...

you lied at your audition

when you played the required piece...

and you lied to me.

I didn't think

it was that big a deal.

Play that.

That's the music for next week's game

and you can't read it.

And as far as I'm concerned,

that's a very big deal.

I'm enrolling you in

the applied percussion course.

Man, that gives me five classes.

Damn right it gives you five classes,

and it ought to be 10...

especially if you plan on getting back

on the line anytime soon.

What you mean,

"getting back on the line"?

I mean, now you're a P4.

If you cannot read music,

you cannot be on my field.

Man, you can't take me off the line!

I'm the best drummer you got.

- And can't no class teach me how to do me.

- Excuse me?

Doing me is what got me down

here in the first place!

No, lying

is what got you down here.

And if you don't have the honor

and discipline to learn your craft...

then quite frankly, Devon,

you don't deserve to be here.

(Laila's Voice)

I don't get you sometimes.

If music is what you love,

why wouldn't you go to class?

You love dance, right?

Why you ain't studying that?

My parents are paying

for my education.

And to them...

dancing's not a real major.

Well, is it real to you?

Because when I see you doing

your thing out on the field, you look happy.

That seems real to me.

It's not always about doing

what you love all the time, Devon.

See, I don't even get that.

Like, so why you even come to A&T?

I always knew I'd be here.

Both my parents went to A&T.

My mom's a Sigma Phi Alpha.

My dad's the all-American.

Just... Oh.

You'll meet them at homecoming.

- What?

- Brother's meeting the parents.

Please take that class.

(No Audible Dialogue)

- # (Drums) #

- (Band Chanting)

(Man Over P.A.)

The score's 14 to 10.

And A&T University

is in a third-down situation.

(Chanting Continues)

# (Playing "Apache" By The Sugar Hill Gang) #

(Man Over P.A.)

All right, Mr. Wayne, work it out now.

# Jump on it

Jump on it, jump on it #

# Jump on it

Jump on it, jump on it #

# Fight, fight, fight, fight! #

- # Fight, fight, fight, fight! #

- (Whistle Blows)

# (Continues) #

(Man Over P.A. Continues Indistinctly)

(Chuckles)

Ah, the musicianship of hip-hop.

- # (Ends) #

- (Crowd Cheering)

Got all them musicians,

but no band.

Hit them with a little

"Flight of the Bumblebee".

(Man Over P.A.) I told you the score

was 14 to 10. We're coming up on halftime.

In just a few moments,

we're gonna rock the funk.

"Flight of the Bumblebee"!

- "Flight of the Bumblebee"!

- "Flight of the Bumblebee"!

# ("Flight of the Bumblebee") #

(Announcer) Thank the sponsor for

bringing you this wonderful football classic.

(Continues, Indistinct)

State Farm Insurance.

Like a good neighbor,

State Farm is there.

# ("Let Me Clear My Throat" by DJ Kool) #

Man, that's what

we should be playing.

(Cheering)

(Man Shouting)

Go, go, go!

Yo, dog.

We can't go out like that.

Man, you gotta play...

like "Funky Drummer".

# (Ends) #

(Band Chants)

(Drumming)

(Man)

Hey, yo, "Funky Drummer".

# (Playing "Funky Drummer") #

- (Crowd Chanting)

- (No Audible Dialogue)

(Crowd Cheering)

(Clicking)

(Announcer)

And it's halftime!

Prepare to experience seven minutes

of mind-blowing moves...

- (Shouting)

- 420 seconds of sensational sound.

Here they come, the Morris Brown College

Marching Wolverine Band.

# (Military Drumming) #

Drum majors,

you may now take the field.

(Rhythmic Explosions)

- (Explosions)

- # (Drumming) #

Hey, A&T, get your pencil

and paper out, baby!

This is how it's done.

# (Military Rhythms) #

Dr. Lee...

do you want to explain why

Devon is not on the field?

- Not really.

- No, let me rephrase.

I want my boy

on the field now.

There are some issues

preventing that.

No, the only issue is for you to give me

the same show like you did the last game...

or there won't be

a program next year.

- (Band Chanting)

- # (Ends) #

- (Band Chanting) # It's on now #

- # (Drumming) #

I can't believe we ain't

stepping to them fools.

That's a straight-up challenge.

A&T going out like some punks.

Is this how they make you

earn your scholarship?

Mr. Wade,

Morris Brown College.

Oh, nice to meet you. Devon.

I know who you are. I'm a big fan.

You got a way with crowds.

- Thank you, sir.

- The honorable Dr. Lee.

Whoo! I was just admiring

Devon's packing technique.

You know, five years

as my assistant...

he still hasn't learned

to put his best players on the field.

Get on the bus.

You want to play

some real music, give me a call.

(Chuckles)

Oh, so now you have music in your program.

You know, uh, if youre looking

for a job this summer...

you can give me a call too.

I got enough sh*t in my life.

I'll just use this

as toilet paper instead.

Whoo! Still got that baton

stuck up your ass, huh?

- (Brakes Hiss)

- See y'all at the Classic.

# (Drumming) #

(Crowd Cheering)

# (Band Practicing Scales) #

# (Continues) #

# (Stops) #

Slight change, everyone.

Before we get started

with rehearsal...

Devon and Sean's solo performance

from the Wilmington game...

will get added

to the music for homecoming.

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