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Andrew plugs in for a can of Coke at a vending machine. Sets his MUSIC FOLDER down on a chair. Keeps his eyes on it.
Pink (9/10/2013)
Then -- he overhears TALKING...
TRUMPETER #1
That’s what I heard...
Andrew turns. Creeps around the corner. Sees a trio of fellow Studio Band PLAYERS, all core, chatting. They don’t see him...
TRUMPETER #2
Do you think he’ll make a complaint?
SAXOPHONIST
He wants a career. Long as Fletcher
stays, Fudd could get placed back in. Why
would he jeopardize that?
Andrew leans in to hear more, but before he can get a read--
CARL
I need to look at the music.
Carl is inches from his face. Andrew turns to the chair -- but the folder is gone. His eyes go wide. No...
CARL (CONT’D)
Can I have it?
ANDREW CARL Yeah, of course. I’m... Why isn’t it on you?
ANDREW CARL
It is, I-- I don’t see it.
ANDREW
(realizing he can’t hide this)
Fuck... I -- I think I fucked up...
CARL
No. You’re joking.
ANDREW
I swear to God, I had it on that chair--
CARL
Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God. How
could you be so fucking stupid?!?
ANDREW
(shaking, doesn’t know what to do)
A... A janitor... Maybe a janitor took--
Pink (9/10/2013)
CARL
Find the fucking chart!!
(turns, grabs a passing player--)
Neiman lost my folder.
SAXOPHONIST
Serious? Fletcher’s going to flip.
And just like that -- a VOICE booms down the hall--
FLETCHER (O.S.)
Drums!! Where the hell is Tanner??