Drumline Page #7

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(Scoffs)

No. I don't have no idea.

Lookie here, son,

I'm talking about throwing...

a lot of financial aid

your way next year.

You need to give me something.

Meet me halfway on this thing.

You don't wanna pass up a deal like this.

(Laughs)

(Scoffs)

Look, man, I don't know

what Dr. Lee got planned.

Whatever it is,

I hope he wipes y'all up with it.

Fake-ass alligator shoes.

Hey, yo, D.

You got another package, man.

Cool.

Hey, if it's, uh, some more

of your mother's cooking, I want some...

'cause those biscuits

she sent last time was off the chain.

'Night.

"Music from some drummers

you know and ones you don't".

"Love, Dad".

"Ray Miles Funk Connection".

(Man On Tape)

Funk Connection, take five.

# (Funk) #

# (Continues) #

# (Drumming In Rhythm) #

# (Stops) #

# (Drumming) #

Dr. Lee know you're

in here wasting tape?

You even allowed in the building?

Look, man, I got some stuff

in my head I need to put down...

so hurry up with

your little rudimentary sh*t.

I've had it with your no-talent,

wannabe-gangster ass.

You wanna prove once and for all

that I'm better than you? Strap-up.

Bring it on,

big brother Tin Man.

- Take your sound check.

- Whatever.

Fake thug.

Little wannabe drummer boy.

Whatever, you big bald-headed burgee,

"my first drum" having...

No-Method Man.

Yeah, Fluff Daddy.

Say I'm better than you.

- I ain't trying to hear you.

- You ain't heard me since I stepped on campus!

- I know what you about.

- You don't know sh*t about me!

What?

- Yeah. I'm the man.

- Yeah, you the man.

- That's what I'm talking about.

- So go on and be the man without the line.

You're the best, Devon.

But when you're on the field,

nobody hears you.

They hear the band.

One band.

(Printer Whirring)

(Beeping)

Damn.

Check this out.

What's that?

That's you.

Man, the machine was recording?

I don't know how you put that series

of combinations together like that.

Word. I mean, yeah.

Well, since you ain't

playing right now...

I might have to use this for myself.

(Chuckles)

I'm playing, man.

Look.

I'm gonna help you with this.

# (Hip-hop) #

(Man Rapping)

# It's been a long time coming #

# I'm here now

Nobody can stop that #

# I had to travel long distances #

# I'm the meaning

of what persistence is #

# And music is the only thing

I've really loved since I was a kid #

# And it's the only thing

I'm gonna love forever #

# I been through the hard

times and bad weathers #

# Long days and long nights

Trying to get my career together #

# But school was my first

goal Bump these broads #

# I was blessed with a talent

that could get me real far #

# In time, and trust me

I'm nice with mine #

- (No Audible Dialogue)

- # And I'm sick with an instrument #

# Listen to the drumline

And all I got is more fire to come #

# A lot of cats is nice

But I'm liver than them #

# And these A-T-L streets

Is what I'm trying to rise up from #

# By any means

just to get that cream #

# It was hard, but I did it

Graduated to the big screen #

# Now I'm on tour

And the kid got bigger dreams #

# It's been a long time coming #

(Woman Singing)

# Hey, hey, I stayed away too long #

(Man)

# I'm just trying to chase my dreams #

(Woman)

# Did I leave your mind when I was gone #

(Man)

# I hope not 'cause I'm still here #

(Woman)

# Hey, hey, I stayed away too long #

(Man)

# I'm just trying to chase my dreams #

(Woman)

# Did I leave your mind when I was gone #

(Man)

# I hope not #

(Woman)

# Hey, hey, I stayed away too long #

(Man)

# I'm just trying to chase my dreams #

(Woman)

# Did I leave your mind #

- (Knocking)

- Come in.

- # (Recording:
Jazz) #

- Dr. Lee? You got a second?

- Yeah.

- # (Continues) #

Hey, what's up, Dr. Lee?

Mr. Miles.

Um, I was wondering...

Well, we were wondering if you needed

any entrance cadences for the classic?

Not that I'm trying to get back

on line or anything.

I just wanted you

to check them out.

No, no, no. Let me see.

All right.

Now the concept is all Devon's.

Yeah, but my man Sean here

had the structure on lock.

But the snare part,

all the sticking, that's the kid.

What, you two

a couple now?

It got an old school feel to it.

You know, sometimes

you gotta take it back.

That's not a bad idea.

Not a bad idea at all.

# (Jackson 5 "I Want You Back") #

We're gonna try something

a little different this year.

A little of my old school

with a little of your new...

honoring the past and

the present at the same time.

That's what our new direction

is all about... Bridging the gap.

Our new piece for the B.E.T.

Big Southern Classic...

was arranged

by two of your very own...

Mr. Devon Miles

and Mr. Sean Taylor.

(Band Cheering)

This piece is very complicated...

but it's not half as complicated

as the formations are going to be.

We won't have any time

to waste here, people...

so as you would say,

let's get crunk.

# To show you that I love you #

# Won't you please let me #

# Back in your heart #

# Oh, darling

I was blind to let you go #

# Let you go, baby #

- # But now since I see you in his arms #

- # I want you back #

# Yes, I do now #

(No Audible Dialogue)

- # (Hip-hop) #

- # (Drumming) #

# (Continues) #

Yo, Jay, what are you doing, man?

(Sighs)

Man, what's it look like I'm doing?

I'm fitting to get my spot back.

How, by Riverdancing with your drum?

- # (Music Stops) #

- This is bullshit.

I should just go talk to Dr. Lee.

There are three other P2s on the bass line,

and I'm the one that gets challenged.

Gee, I wonder why.

Honestly, dog, I would

have come after you too.

Uh... My bad. My bad.

- Hey, thanks a lot, man.

- Let me see what you got.

All right.

(Sighs)

- Why you forcing it?

- Man, I'm not forcing it.

What you need to do is,

you need to bang the drum.

I'm banging it.

Nah, that's not what

I'm talking about, dog.

Look. Love the drum.

Man, I do love my drum.

- When was the last time you got some?

- What?

- Man, get outta here.

- I'm just saying I'm a little worried.

For real, man, you gotta...

You know, like...

Like... You...

When, you know...

- (Moans)

- What are you doing, man?

You gotta work the middle,

Jay. Work the middle.

- (Jay) Work the middle. (Bangs Drum)

- You're doing it like a virgin.

- I'm trying.

- Come on. Pop it.

- (Banging Drum)

- How's that?

Yeah, that's it.

Now you hitting it.

- Oh, you know you ain't right for that.

- What you talking about?

- # Uh, what #

- (Clicking Sticks)

- # Uh, uh, what, uh #

- # Yeah, yeah #

- # A&T #

- # Shorty, shorty #

Devon! Devon! Devon!

- I saw these guys grab Ernest.

- Yo, what?

They grabbed Ernest.

Look, I yelled for him...

and he wouldn't

say a word to me.

- He just went with them.

- Yo, all right. Calm down. Where'd they go?

- (Devon) Are you sure he said "gardens"?

- (Diedre) I think so.

What do you mean,

"You think so"?

(Man) Gentlemen,

you have now crossed the burning sands.

Hey, man,

it's like the black KKK.

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