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A BLAST of music. Horns squealing, cymbals swelling.
It’s another Studio Band rehearsal. Andrew’s at the drums, playing well. Fletcher cues a fermata, and the band finishes STUDIO BAND REHEARSAL AFTER-BREAKUP CHART.
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FLETCHER
Alright, gang. Pick up the new chart by
the door. Rehearsal tonight starts at 9.
You have ‘til then to learn it.
PLAYERS head out. Andrew grabs his copy of the chart -- it’s called “CARAVAN” -- when--
FLETCHER (CONT’D)
Neiman. Stay a bit, ok?
Andrew nods. Carl, at the door, glares at him. Then slinks off.
FLETCHER (CONT’D)
(approaching, pointing to the chart)
Look at this. See the tempo?
ANDREW
Quarter note 330...
FLETCHER
That’s a double-time swing. That’s what
got you in here, isn’t it?
ANDREW
I guess so...
Fletcher grins. Then -- the smile fades.
FLETCHER
Now, just as was the case with you, I
stumbled on a kid practicing his double-
time swing the other night. I’d like to
give him a shot.
Before Andrew can register, let alone ask “Who?”--
RYAN (O.S.)
Am I late?
Fletcher and Andrew turn to the door. RYAN CONNOLLY is here.
FLETCHER
Perfect timing! Join us, Connolly.
(Ryan heads over, smiling)
You two know each other, don’t you?
RYAN
Yep, Nassau Band. ‘Sup, Andrew...
Ryan is all smiles. But Andrew is mortified. Can barely conceal his anxiety -- and his anger.
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FLETCHER
Now, Connolly, I’ve made Andrew a
temporary core--
(Andrew’s eyes shoot up at the word “temporary”)
--but we’ve got the competition this
weekend and I want to make sure the new
chart’s in good shape.
Ryan nods, reaches into his backpack. And, to Andrew’s shock, pulls out the “new chart”. CARAVAN.
RYAN
This one, right?
Andrew’s wide-eyed. When did he get the chart?
FLETCHER
(as though he can read his mind)
I gave it to him this morning, Neiman.
Now, all I want to do is test out the
part. Neiman, if you wouldn’t mind, could
we take it from the top with just you?
Andrew tries to keep calm. Goes to the drums, lays out the chart.
FLETCHER (CONT’D)
Don’t worry, I don’t care about hits.
That’ll be tonight. For now, just tempo.
Andrew nods. Takes a deep breath. Looks at the tempo notation. “330”. Another breath. Ok... I’ve got this... Fletcher CLAPS. Andrew BEGINS.
FLETCHER (CONT’D)
No... That’s not quite my tempo...
ANDREW
I’m -- I’m sorry -- I’ll--
FLETCHER
Let’s see if Connolly can do it, ok?
Beat. Andrew looks at Ryan. Heart pounding, he switches with him. Fletcher CLAPS. Ryan BEGINS. And he plays perfectly.
FLETCHER (CONT’D)
Connolly -- that was excellent. See,
this is the beauty of Studio Band. You
come in an alternate -- but a minute
later, you could be the new core.
Andrew’s eyes widen again.
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ANDREW
You’re not serious.
Fletcher looks at Andrew -- as though shocked Andrew talked back. A moment of silence. Then -- BZZZZZ. Fletcher’s cell.
FLETCHER
Connolly, the chart’s yours. See you
both tonight at 9.
(answering the phone)
Hi, this is Terence...
He heads to his OFFICE. Andrew is still. What just happened...?
RYAN
How you been, bro?
(Andrew looks at Ryan)
I think it was the injury that kept me out
last time. But I’m fuckin’ stoked to be
joining you guys now.
Andrew just stares. Ryan seems earnest -- but Andrew is incensed.
RYAN (CONT’D)
(mistaking Andrew’s look for anxiety)
Don’t worry about Fletch, either. My
granddad knew his dad from the
Philharmonic when Fletcher was trying to
break in. He’s more bark than bite.
Andrew’s eyes really widen now: What the fuck is going on?
He gets up, marches to Fletcher’s door, and--