School of Rock Page #3

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Good work, Summer.|Four-and-a-half stars for you.

Now, listen, normal kids|would have been stoked to slack off,

but not you guys, because you're|not normal. You're special.

Because you guys have|the right attitude,

I think it's time we started|our new class project.

- A science project?|- No.

It's called... "Rock Band".

- Is this a school project?|- Yes.

And it's a requirement.

It may sound easy,|but nothing could be harder.

It will test your head and your mind|and your brain too.

Will other schools be competing?

You could say that.

You could say that every school|in the state

will be competing for the top prize.

What's the prize?

A win will go on your permanent|record. Hello, Harvard, yo.

We're not supposed|to get started until next quarter,

but I think we should get a leg up|on the competition, don't you?

I do.

- Who else wants to go for the gold?|- I do.

All right. But if anyone finds out,|we'll be disqualified.

So let's just keep it|on the down-low, shall we?

- Can we tell our parents?|- No! Trust me.

They don't want to know.|Keep it zipped.

All right, you guys,|let's kick it into overdrive.

What are the rest of us|supposed to do?

You just sit back|and enjoy the magic of rock.

You mean we're not in the band?

Now, hold up now.

Just because you're not in the band|doesn't mean you're not in the band.

We need backup singers.|Who can sing?

You, sing.

- The sun'll come out tomorrow|- Yes.

Bet your bottom dollar|That tomorrow

Stop. You've got it, and I don't|even know what it is, but you've got it.

And that's why you're in the band.|You, sing.

Amazing grace

How sweet the sound

- That saved...|- Stop, before I start crying.

I found the missing ingredient.|You're in the band.

- I can sing.|- You can?

All right, Summer, belt it.

Memory|All alone in the moonlight...

Stop. Stop. OK.

Good. That's pretty good.|All right.

- I can also play clarinet.|- I'll find something for you.

When we get back from lunch, I'll|assign the rest of you killer positions.

- Thank you.|- You're welcome.

- There you go.|- Thank you.

You're welcome.

- Mr. Schneebly?|- Yeah?

Hey, what's up?

- I don't think I should be in the band.|- Why not?

I'm not cool enough.|People in bands are cool. I'm not cool.

Dude, you are cool. The way you play.|Why do you say you're not cool?

Nobody ever talks to me.

Well, those days are over, buddy.

You could be the ugliest sad sack|on the planet,

but if you're in a rocking band,|you're the cat's pajamas.

- You're the bee's knees.|- Bee's knees?

Yeah, the bee's knees.

You'll be the most popular guy|in school.

OK. I'll do it.

Now, listen, this is a big commitment.|Don't say yes if you're gonna flake out.

- I won't.|- Larry...

...welcome to my world.

Boom.

Boom, a couple of these.|Now, here.

Now give me a platform.|Let's rock, let's rock today.

Now do it to me.

- Let's rock, let's rock today.|- That's good.

Slap it.

Shoot it.

Kaboot it.

We'll work on that later.|It's a long shake. Get going.

Good knuckle crack.

Lead guitar...

...Zack Attack. Take a seat.

On bass, Posh Spice.

On keyboards, Mr. Cool.

And on drums, Spazzy McGee.

OK, Blondie, Brace Face,

you're singing backup.

All right, Tough Guy, Shortstop,|Fancy Pants, get over here.

You're on security detail.

Make sure no one outside|knows what we're doing.

The band's future depends on you.

OK, your first mission:|soundproofing this room.

Get on it.

Can I be the band stylist instead?

Of course you can, Fancy Pants.

OK. Carrot Top, Roadrunner,|Turkey Sub,

we're gonna have|a lot of equipment.

We're talking amps, electric guitars,

maybe even lasers|and smoke machines.

Now, your job is to master|the transportation

and operation of this technology.

Without a first-rate roadie crew,|we'll never have a psychedelic show,

and I can't live with that, OK?|I'm counting on you. Get going. Go.

All right.

You three...

...groupies.|And your job is simple.

Just worship the band.

You're gonna be making hats,|you're gonna be making T-shirts,

all kinds of merchandise, which|leads me to your first assignment:

- Naming the band.|- Yes.

All right. Sit down.

As for me, I will be singing lead vocal|and shredding guitar.

Wait. Isn't this a student project?

- What's your point?|- Are you supposed to be in the band?

What, you want to get rid of me?|Why, because I'm old?

You hate teachers,|is that what you're about?

OK, well, teachers like to play too.

And not only am I gonna play,|I'm eI capitno,

and what I say goes.|So put your hands over your hearts.

- I pledge allegiance...|- I pledge allegiance...

- ... to the band...|- ... to the band...

- ... of Mr. Schneebly.|- ... of Mr. Schneebly.

- And will not fight...|- And will not fight...

- ... for creative control.|- ... for creative control.

And will defer to him|on all issues

related to the musical direction|of the band.

- And will defer to him...|- Direction...

Let's get rocking!

- Morning, Summer.|- Groupie?

- What's the matter?|- You want me to be a groupie?

- Groupie is an important job.|- I researched groupies on the Internet.

They're sluts. They sleep|with the band.

No. That's not true.|They're like cheerleaders.

I don't want to be a cheerleader.|Look, my mother is a room parent,

and she's not gonna be happy|when she hears about this.

OK, I didn't want to say this|in front of the other kids,

but I made a special|position just for you.

It's the most important job|of all.

Band manager.

- Band manager?|- Oh, yeah.

What's that?

I'm gonna be busy rocking out,|so it's up to you

to make sure everyone|is doing their job.

Summer, you're in charge|of everything.

- OK.|- OK.

All right, look alive. Listen up.

First thing you do|when you start a band...

Mr. Schneebly, before we start,|shouldn't I first take attendance?

OK, fine.

OK. Now.

- Michelle?|- Here.

- OK. And Marco?|- Here.

OK. Summer. Here.

- Let's see. Tomika?|- We're all here.

The first thing you do when you start|a band is talk about your influences.

That's how you figure out what kind|of band to be. So who do you like?

- Blondie?|- Christina Aguilera.

Who? No. Come on. What?

- You, Shortstop.|- Puff Daddy.

- Wrong. Billy?|- Liza Minnelli?

What are you...? You guys!

This project is called "Rock Band".

I'm talking about bands that rock.

Led Zeppelin.

Don't tell me you guys|never got the Led out.

Jimmy Page, Robert Plant?

Ring any bells?

What about Sabbath?

AC/DC?

Mtorhead?

Oh, what do they teach|in this place?!

Summer, you're the class whatever,|go to the board.

Factotum.

"Factotor".

New schedule.

8:
15 to 10, Rock History.

Ten to 11,|Rock Appreciation and Theory.

Then band practice|till the end of the day.

- What about math?|- No. Not important.

- World cultures?|- Not important.

We need to focus.|Don't you wanna win this contest?

It's prestigious.

Question:

How are we being graded|in all this?

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