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Applause. Fletcher summons his PLAYERS to the stage. The JUDGE hands him the microphone. Fletcher takes it, hesitantly. His band behind him -- including Andrew...
FLETCHER
I’m...supposed to say a few words but...
it’s these kids who should be speaking...
(turning to his band, earnestly)
You earned this, gang.
(beat, turns to the audience)
You know... When I was a kid, I saw God. Or
as some people know him, Charlie Parker. My
dad snuck me out of school so we could make
the drive into Chicago. It was a bar so he
had to sneak me in, hidden under his coat.
I didn’t know where in the hell I was. I
was all of seven. But then, by the time I
was on my third Shirley Temple, this nice-
looking man went up on-stage and started
playing. And I’ve never been the same
since.
Pink (9/10/2013)
FLETCHER (CONT'D)
(turning again to his band)
You guys mean the world to me, you know...
(back to the audience)
I think of them like they were my own kids.
Treat them that way, too. Treat ‘em like my
dad treated me. Meaning I terrorize them.
(laughter, and to the band,)
But it’s true, gang. You’re my family...
Something about how Fletcher says this suggests he means it...
FLETCHER (CONT’D)
Thank you. Thank you so much.
He wavers. Then steps aside and exits with his band.