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Fuck! Fuck!

Fucking piece of shit!

Fuck you!

Fuck!

Fucking piece of shit! Come on!

Sorry, we have a new player. Ryan Connolly.

I’m sorry.

Guys, just put your instruments down for a minute.

Just listen for a minute.

Six years ago.

I came across a kid in a practice room working on his scales.

He was early second year and he’d started at Shaffer with a lot of hope.

Like all you guys.

But the truth was that he barely squeaked in to begin with.

And he was really struggling.

The faculty were all telling him, “Maybe this isn’t for you.”

But they didn’t see what I saw.

This scared, skinny kid

cursing himself because he couldn’t get his scales right.

I saw a drive in him.

And I put him in Studio Band.

And when he graduated,

Marsalis made him third trumpet at Lincoln Center.

A year later, he was first.

That’s who you’re listening to now.

His name was Sean Casey.

I found out this morning.

that Sean.

died yesterday.

in a car accident.

And I just.

I wanted you guys to know he was a beautiful player.

I just thought you should know.

I’m sorry.

Okay.

Let’s get to work, huh? How about “Caravan,” bar 105?

Two bars for free.

One and two and.

It’s not quite right, Connolly. Um.

I’d like to try Neiman on this.

Maybe now’s the time for Neiman to earn the part.

One and two and.

Nope, I guess not. Tanner?

One and two and.

Mother**er!

Connolly, get your ass back on the kit.

We will stay here for as long as it takes until one of you faggots can play in time.

One and two and.

Looks like that might be all night. Neiman.

One and two and.

Not my **ing tempo!

Sorry, guys. Hate to put you through this.

If you need to **ing take a dump or get a coffee,

whatever, now might be a good time.

We’re gonna stay until I find a drummer who can **ing play in time.

I apologize to the musicians.

Seriously, take 10, 20, a **ing hour.

You hear me, cocksuckers? Better start shitting me perfect 400s.

Connolly, get your **ing ass back on the kit.

Is that really the fastest you can play, you worthless Hymie **?

No wonder Mommy ran out on you. Get off the **ing kit.

And here comes Mr. Gay Pride of the Upper West Side himself.

This is not a Bette Midler concert. We will not be serving baked Alaska,

so just play faster than you give hand jobs, will you please?

One, two, one, two.

Not even **ing close.

Let’s go with the Irish Mick Paddy cracker now.

You know, you actually do look quite a bit like a leprechaun.

I’m gonna start calling you Flannery.

Get off!

What are you looking for? There’s no gold down there.

Adjusting the seat? Really?

That’s been your problem the whole time? The seat height?

So now you have it, right?

Go.

Bullshit! Fuck you!

Neiman.

Maybe it’s time

to finally bring this home. What do you say?

Show me.

Don’t slow down.

Pick it up.

Faster!

Faster!

Faster!

Faster!

Faster!

Keep playing!

Keep playing! Keep playing! Keep playing!

Don’t stop.

you earned the part.

Alternates, you wanna clean the blood off my drum set?

Okay, we can start now.