"Man:" "Deshawn Martin." "Delphine Matthews." "Calvin Mays." "Jose Mendoza." "Bonita Mercado." "Curtis Meredith." "Renee Meyan." "Tyrone Middleton." "Sally Millburn." "Devon Miles." "Yay, Devon!" "Whoo!" "[Audio Feedback]" "As our national championship band... led by directorJim Anderson... plays a final song with our senior musicians..." "I'd like to remind you all... that no matter what obstacles life may bring... always remember:" "you...can...fly." "[Applause]" "[Band Playing Slow Rendition Of "You Can Fly"]" "[Drummers Increase Tempo]" "[Cheering]" "[Cheers]" "OK." "Boy, can you ever just take a picture?" "All right, all right." "Come on now." "All right." "You ready?" "[Laughing]" "Hey, yo, that was tight, son." "Good luck, then." "All right?" "Which one of those little fast girls... gave you those?" "None of'em." "They're for you." "Oh, Devon." "Sayin' I wouldn't be here... if it wasn't for you." "Wouldn't have made it without you." "You're gonna be cool, right?" "I mean..." "I feel kinda weird leaving' you by yourself." "Boy, please." "Now that you gone I'm gettin' ready to party." "[Chuckles]" "Uh, well, look..." "I gotta run real quick." "Uh, wait, now." "We got people comin' by the house." "It'll be real fast." " I promise." " Devon" "I promise." "Real quick." "Next." "Next." "What the hell is this?" "I'm Devon." "What?" "I'm Devon." "I been comin' down here... every day for the last 2 weeks... thinkin' if I should give you that ticket... to my graduation." "Now I changed my mind." "Look, man..." "I just want to let you know... that I got my diploma." "I ain't never been arrested." "I don't have a whole bunch of kids runnin' around." "Unlike yourself..." "I'm doin' somethin' with my music." "I got a full scholarship to Atlanta AT.... playin' the drums." "I want to say I hope you're proud... 'cause I made it without you." "Deejay On Radio:" "And it's a beautiful sunny day... here in Atlanta." "Lookin' for a high of around 83." "Traffic's movin' slow on Peachtree..." "Buckhead all the way to midtown... but 285 is flowin' well." "Right now, Atlanta's number one radio station... kickin' off this nonstop hour of music." "Uh, how y'all doin'?" "Um... my name's Charles, and I play the tuba." "[Hip-Hop Song Playing]" "Hey, yo, what's up, man?" "I'm Devon." "What's up, man?" "Nice on the snare." "All right." "I thought I was talkin' to myself for a minute in here." "What's up, Charles?" "I'm Jayson." "All about the bass, baby." "OK." "All right." "What's up?" "Uh, I'm Ernest." "Uh, snare drum, bass drum..." "any drum, really." "I'm...just tryin' to make the line." "Hey, yo, who's that?" "That's Morris Brown." "[Marching Band Playing]" "Bus Driver:" "Keep it real." "That's that unstoppable... undefeatable Morris Brown." "Hey, Bertram, are you drivin' for us or them?" "[Chuckles] I'm freelance, folk!" "Now, I "was" with y'all boys... back in the day... when your music had a brother bouncing'... but ever since... y'all got that new band director of yours, Mr. Lee" "Student:" "Dr. Lee." "Yeah." "Whatever." "[Scoffs]" "Somebody need to give that brother... a shot of cognac orJack or something... 'cause for the last 4 years... at the B.E.T. Classic..." "Morris Brown been... spankin' that ass, spanking' that ass." "[Laughing]" "Hey, yo, B, you need to pull this joint over... 'cause I'm on the wrong bus." "[Petey Pablo's "Club Banger" Playing]" "## We need a club banger ##" "## We need a club banger ##" "## We need a club banger ##" "## Yeah, y'all, y'all ##" "## We need a club banger ##" "## I want a club banger ##" "## I want a club banger ##" "## Yeah, y'all, y'all ##" "## We need a club banger ##" "Wooo" "Eeeeee!" "Shorties to the left." "Shorties to the doggone right." "Yo, B, look at that freshman... right over there." "Oh, see, I wouldn't even mess with that, folk... 'cause she don't look like no freshman." "[Laughing]" "A'ight, folk." "Are you sure you don't need no backup?" "Excuse me." "Hey, yo, what's up, ma?" "What's up, pa?" "All right." "Yo, I'm Devon... but you can call me "D."" "Hi, Devon." "Ain't you gonna tell me your name?" "Laila." "Laila." "That's kinda hot." "Uh-huh, so, you're a freshman?" "Yeah, for now." "What, you an upperclassman?" "For now." "How y'all doin'?" "How y'all doin'?" "All right." "I'm Charles." "I'm Charles." "How you doin'?" "You all right, man?" "Yeah?" "Yeah, I'm fine." "Dude, how y'all doin'?" "You blocking'!" "What you mean I'm blocking', man?" "I was comin' over here... 'cause I was concerned about you." "Laila:" "Nice to meet you, Devon." "Yeah, uh-- See y'all later." "[Whistle Blows]" "What you mean I'm blocking'" "Man:" "If you are here for band training... gather round!" "Take a good look at this man." "This black Adonis is known as God's Gift..." "A.K.A. Double G." "You will know him and call him such... from this day forward!" "I'm Buck Wild!" "We are your drum majors." "Starting tomorrow... white T-shirts at all times." "It'll help us identify you... as a crab who knows absolutely nothing." "Maybe you will one day have the honor and privilege... to wear the school colors, but for now... you as blank as the white T-shirts you'll be wearin'!" "Understand?" "Group:" "Yes, sir." "Understand?" "!" "Group:" "Yes, sir!" "Get up to your dorms." "Get well acquainted with the rule book." "Dinner's at 6:00 in the cafeteria... and after that, it's night-night." "You're dismissed!" "Night-night?" "[Scoffing]" "Man, I ain't tryin' to have no curfew." "Yo, my man's told me about this spot... where the girls supposed to be bangin'." "Y'all down?" "Yeah." "[Hip-Hop Dance Music Playing]" "[Snoring]" "[Whispering] Let's do this." "[Loud Drumming]" "[Whistles Blowing]" "Get your asses up!" "Let's go!" "Come on!" "We want you out on the field." "Let's go!" "Move!" "[Bass Drumming]" "Oh, hell, nah." "[Snoring]" "[When The Saints "Come Marching In" Playing]" "[Playing Stops]" "Good morning." "Group, Sluggish:" "Good morning." "Good morning to music." "Good morning and welcome... to Atlanta AT University marching band training." "The next 2 weeks will be your introduction... and possibly induction... into a great marching band legacy." "If you're here... it's because you believe in musicianship." "If you're here... it's because you believe in..." "Coltrane, Miles Davis, Stevie Wonder... and the elements known as Earth, Wind, and Fire." "If you are here... it is because you have a fervent... unequivocal belief... in teamwork!" "Boy:" "Come on." "Hurry up." "And if you wish to remain here... you better start believing in being on time." "You... who is your roommate?" "Uh, Devon." "Uh, Miles." "[Muffled Laughter] Sir." "Eyes front!" "What's up, Dr. Lee?" "It's all good, Mr. Miles." "Glad to have you here." "Thank you, sir." "Why was he late?" "I guess he overslept." "Well, why didn't you wake him?" "I'm not his mother, sir." "I asked Mr. Miles... why his roommate was late!" "He says, he "guesses" he overslept!" "I asked, "Why didn't you wake him?"" "And he says he is not his mother!" "Section leaders, what is our concept?" "Section Leaders:" "One band, one sound." "One band, one sound." "When one of us is late... we are all late." "When one of us looks or sounds bad... we all look and sound bad!" "So what's the concept?" "Group:" "One band, one sound." "Now I want 1 0 laps from all those... who "are not" their roommate's mama." "[The Saints Come Marching In Begins To Play]" "Don't whine." "And while you're joggin' around the field... let the robust composition... of "the Saints Come Marching In..."" "flow through your mind." "Soundtrack:" "##When the saints go marching in ##" "Dr. Lee:" "People." "People, run... don't walk." "## Lord, I want ##" "## To be in that number ##" "Dr. Lee:" "Move it along, baby." "## When the saints go marching in ##" "Trumpets are the voice of the band." "We are the melody." "We are the clarity." "Tubas are the most important section in this band, boy!" "Tubas are the boom" "Saxophones are the truth, the funk, and the hook." "See, once they hear us..." "[Rhythmic Clapping]" "We are the heart... and the soul." "Without the percussion section... the band doesn't move, doesn't come alive." "[Heart Beating]" "We are the pulse... and without a pulse... you're dead." "That's why we're the most important section of this band." "[Whistle Blows]" "Man:" "All right, band." "1 0 minute break!" "Whoa." "Where the hell y'all goin'?" "!" "He said take a break." "Did I say take a break?" " No." " No?" "No, big brother Iron Man, sir." "We do not rest with the band in performance... and we do not rest with the band in practice." "Give me 30 push-ups." "You got a problem?" "Nah, dog." "You want 30 push-ups, you got 30 push-ups." "Iron Man:" "Make it 3 2." "[Laughing] Hey... look at this." "We got a girl on line." "A G.I.Jane in the house." "[Laughing]" "Hey, baby, you might wanna do... some, uh, girl push-ups, because, you know... guys like a little something... soft to hold on to." "[Laughing]" " Damn!" " Damn!" "Iron Man:" "Pick out a drum... from this side only." "Sign 'em out over here." "Enjoy it now... 'cause this might be the last time some of y'all see a drum." "What the hell you doin'?" "Gettin' my drum." "Nah, nah, see... these are for AT drumline only..." "P-1 s." "You are not a P-1 ." "You are a crab." "Now take it off." "I'll take it off when you calm down." "Group:" "Ooooh." "Everybody clear outta here." "Now!" "Boy, don't you ever disrespect me." "Dog, you gotta give respect to get it." "What, you threatened by me?" "I don't know shit about you, crab." "Nah?" "So, you don't know how your man, Dr. Lee... came all the way to the N.Y. to sit in my living room... and tell my mom how much this band needs me?" "I don't give a damn if he stayed in your mama's bed." "I own the drumline." "You wanna get down, you come through me." "Now take off my drum." "Your raggedy-ass shit... is right over there." "Buck Wild:" "Let's go!" "Iron Man:" "If you can't hang... put your drum in storage... and go home!" "Now, move your ass, lift your feet, and you'll make it to the top!" "Buck Wild:" "Y'all can't wear my colors... runnin' like that!" "Let's go, Uncle Ben." "I bet your country ass would run faster if I had... one of your grandmama's hot butter biscuits." "I guess it ain't white boy day, is it?" "Come on." "Let's roll." "Come on, tubas." "Let's go." "Come on, boy." "That's why your raggedy ass gets a raggedy drum." "Boy, you gonna graduate in that white T-shirt." "Damn!" "[Chanting Cadences]" "[Chanting Cadences]" "What's your name, crab?" "Jayson Flore, sir." "A.K.A. Affirmative Action." "Brilliantly named... by big brother Iron Man yesterday." "What's wrong?" "They don't have enough black people in Georgia Tech?" "I don't find their marching style or musical selections... interesting enough, sir!" "And no... they don't have enough black people." "[All Laughing]" "Now you done messed up the cadence." "[Groaning]" "Iron Man:" "Take it from the top." "Ah, shit." "They don't tell you about all this when they recruit you." "[Jayson Groans]" "I wouldn't know Mr. First-Round Draft Pick." "You wanna talk about hard?" "Try switching from corps-style marching... to traditional style." "Now, that's hard." "[Chuckling]" "I bet you that is hard for you, B." "[Ernest Laughing]" "Yeah, right." "Don't even try that..." ""White Men Can'tJump" bullshit." "I got skills, man." "I'm just sayin', in my high school... marching band was all about military precision." "[Scoffs]" "I coulda been a P-1 at Georgia Tech... or U.G.A. in a minute." "OK." "So, what you here for, then?" "I love black people." "[Laughing]" "All right." "All right." "No, on the real, man..." "I love this band." "I grew up right down the street." "When I was little..." "I could hear 'em practicing down the block from my house." "I'd be outside playing'" "[Mocking Violin Music]" "I'm serious, y'all." "Come on." "Shoot." "AT's the reason..." "I picked up a drum in the first place." "I feel you on that one, dog." "[Telephone Rings]" "Oh, shit!" "Ernest:" "Hel-Hello?" "Yes." "I can do that." "Yes." "I can do that." "I can" "I can do that." "[Whistle Blows]" "[Whistle Blows]" "Section Leader:" "Do not slow it down." "Move it!" "Move it!" "Come on." "Come on." "Pick it up!" "[Chants And Drumming]" ""The beginning is always today."" "One of my favorite quotes." "President Wagner, what a pleasant surprise." "So, what exciting new beginnings... can we look forward to this year?" "Well, for the most part, I'll continue with... the overall direction of the program." "That direction is a losing one." "I don't think we can measure the success of our program... by the number of people... shaking their butts in the stands... and no, we didn't win the B.E.T. Classic... but our first obligation is to educate... and then entertain." "Please, not the edu-tainment speech,James." "Save it for your students." "It's a good one." "The kids in my program are learning." "There won't be a program... if the alumni continue to lose interest." "We win, they write checks." "Dr. Henderson was smart enough to know that." "He played popular music." "That was James Brown and Marvin Gaye... not "The Thong Song."" "Now, I will play popular music... but not at the expense of musicianship." "When you hired me... you wanted me to strive for excellence... and that is exactly what I am doing." "I also said we needed to win." "Buck Wild: 1 , 2." "1 , 2." "1 , 2." " 1 " " Dr. Lee:" "Freeze!" "I want your knees hitting your chest." "Then drive your feet into the ground." "I'll say it again!" "Knees into chest!" "Then feet hit the ground!" "Buck Wild!" "When I say, "chest," you say, "out."" " Chest!" " Group:" "Out!" " Chest!" " Out!" "Buck Wild:" "What's wrong with your chest?" "Your chest don't come out?" "What's wrong with his chest?" "Stick your chests out!" " Chest!" " Out!" " Chest!" " Out!" " Chest!" " Out!" " Chest!" " Out!" "Laila: 1 , 2, 3, and 4." "5 and 6 and 7 and 8." "And 1 , 2, and 3, 4... 5, 6, 7." "Come on." "Let's go." "[Hip-Hop Song Playing]" "I'm sorry, but, um... rehearsals are closed." "I didn't know you was a dancer." "Do I know you?" "What, you don't know?" "Dr. Lee sent me over... you know, to check on things." "To check on things?" "Yeah." "See, they got this hot new snare drummer... real good-lookin' brother with cornrows." "Yeah, he about to bring it... like you ain't never heard." "See, I can help you out... with a couple of them dance moves." "1 , 2. 3." "Pop it." "Take it." "Drop it." "Yeah." "Beat it, Devon." "Thought you ain't remember me." "Iron Man:" "A break is 5 minutes... not 1 5." "Hey, Devon, you know if you keep messin' up..." "Ernest actually might get a chest." "[Laughter]" "[Straining] Oh." "And Diedre might get strong enough... to pick up a hot comb." "[Laughter]" "[Rhythmic Drumming]" "Iron Man:" "Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa." "Hold up." "Hold up." "What are y'all lookin' at?" "Drums ain't goin' nowhere... so what you clowns lookin' down for?" "Always remember this." "Playin' the drums... it's like makin' love." "You can't be lookin' down there... seein' what's going' on, trying to get the flow right." "Eyes on me." "Don't look down." "Yeah." "Now, when you makin' love right... when you handlin' your business... you feel it!" "[Sticks Clatter] Ugh." "Maybe you don't." "Eyes on me." "Mm-hmm!" "Yeah... you know how it is... when you hittin' that spot, right?" "Don't ya, girl?" "Never look down." "[Sticks Clatter]" "Dr. Lee:" "That was impressive." "Thank you, sir." "What I like most... was instead of making Sean look bad... you made yourself look like a jackass." "Let's take this from the top... and this time, follow me." "Don't look down, remember?" "You have to learn to follow... before you can lead, Mr. Miles." "Sean:" "Congratulations." "You're not crabs anymore." "Now you're crab drummers." "And tomorrow... it's tree-shaking eliminations... which will determine who will become AT drummers." "So tonight, celebrate... 'cause you made it through training." "[Start Cheers]" "Yo, whoa, whoa." "After you prove a thorough knowledge of the rule book." "What is mandatory of all AT musicians?" "All AT musicians must read music." "When can a P-2 or P-3... challenge for a spot on the field?" "At the practice before the performance, sir." "What is... last rule of the rule book?" "Uh." "Head, uh..." "Stay ahead of the game." "[Muted Groans]" "One band, one sound means... you all are responsible for each other." "That means all of you are responsible... for showing "Boyz In The Hood" here what the last rule is." "What y'all laughing at?" "Down, boy!" "Sit down!" "What's up?" "I'm going to get a lap dance or something?" "From Diedre." "Something like that." "Sean:" "Why don't you read the last page, brother?" "All right, all right." ""If you do not read this rule book..."" "All: "Your head will be shaved."" "I told you to read the book." "I told you, dog." "Devon, Devon, would you like me to help you... take your cornrows out?" "Would you like me to help you take yours out?" "Ernest:" "Show you some love, dog." "Hey, Dev, let me tell you." "You can look like me... but you ain't never going to play like me." "[Crowd Jeers]" "Watch my nerves." "You ain't touching my head." "You don't follow the rules... you don't audition." "Whatever, man." "Is that what you want me to tell Dr. Lee?" "I don't care what you tell him." "Dr. Lee ain't my daddy." "This is bullshit." "Man, how much fish is Charles going to put in there?" "He going to short out the whole building." "Damn!" "You know, uh, big brother Sean is going to be really happy... when he finds out you quit the band... 'cause of some stupid haircut." "'cause of some stupid haircut." "[Muffled Dance Music Playing]" "Well, all right." "I'm about to go get up on some honeys." "Holler!" "[Dance Music Playing]" "This is the best." "[All Cheer]" "I got my homeboy right down the middle." "Wait, wait, wait." "Hold up." "Hold up." "Who in here can do an uptown fade?" "[All Yelling]" "I got this." "I got this one." "Dr. Lee:" "All right, crabs, check up!" "Tree-shaking is going to rank you P-1 through P-4." "But only P-1 s are guaranteed a spot on the field." "Now, if you're a P-2 or a P-3, you can still get a spot... in sections that are available, so do your best." "I'll see you all on the other side." "[Car Horns Blow]" "Man:" "Who is that?" "That's the upperclassmen." "They flash their lights to say what ranking... they think we should get." "Hey, Charles, what's up with your socks?" "Man, don't worry about my socks, man." "It's a tuba thing, shorty." "Better be." "Mr. Miles, please play the required piece." "It's on the stand." "You notice this crab hasn't looked down... at his sheet music once?" " So?" " So?" "Who memorizes an audition piece?" "It's complicated." "It's supposed to be read." "They expect you to stumble through it." "Like you did?" "Dr. Lee:" "Mr. Miles, I guess you didn't like... the required piece as written." "No, I just thought I'd add... a little something-something on the end." "Sean:" "He can play." "We all know that." "But his attitude is messed up." "Now, I've put 3 years into building this line." "And the chemistry's great and I don't want to jeopardize that." "[Car Horns Blow]" "Your line seems to think otherwise." "Yeah!" "P-2 bass!" "Ow!" "I did it, ma." "Yeah, P-1 and everything." "The only freshman to do that." "I was just calling to let you know everything is everything." "Come on, you know what that means." "Yeah, it's all good." "Excuse me." "Hi." "I'm looking for... this really good-looking brother with cornrows." " And I heard" " Student:" "Shh!" "I heard he made the drumline." "Oh, so now you got jokes." "Congratulations." "Thanks." "You know I can't wait to see you move to my beats." "Do women actually respond to the way you come at them?" "Well, actually, they usually come at me." "## This is a man's world ##" "W-What?" "Wait." "Where you going?" "My bad." "Hold on." "Why don't you school me on how to come at a sister." "OK." "How about showing some interest in something... other than the way she looks?" "All right." "Let me see what you got here." "Damn, girl!" "What you, part of Oprah's book club?" "I'm a philosophy major." "Dang." "Philosophy?" "That's deep." "Yeah." "Like, Ms. S.A.T. Girl, huh?" "Your parents probably used to put... all your report cards on the refrigerator." "Mom be talking about, "Aw, look..." ""my baby done got another "A."" "Yes, she did."" "Something like that." "What about you?" "What major makes your parents proud?" "Hey, to tell you the truth..." "I never even thought I'd be in college... till Dr. Lee recruited me." "It's that simple for you, huh?" "Yeah." "I should" "You know what?" "Let me get these for you." "That's so cute." "Yeah, I thought you'd like that." "I did." "I liked it." "But I can manage." "I have a car." "Word?" "Snares, listen up." "This last drum part... before my solo's very complicated." "Pay attention." "Now, I'm gonna go through it slow." "Pay attention." "Sean:" "Now the first game's a week away... so you're gonna have to step up to the learning curve quick." "So take out your sheet music" "[Drumbeat]" "Yeah, that'll work." "[Line Laughs]" "All right." "Choreography formation plots... will be worked out on Wednesday... and we will have our first run-through on Saturday." "This is one of the new songs for our first game." "It's by E.W.F.:" "Earth, Wind, and Fire." "Man:" "Old school." "Come on, now." "What y'all complaining about, huh?" "Oh, oh, oh, I see." "Y'all think y'all a band?" "All:" "Yes." "See, Earth, Wind, and Fire was a band." "Woman:" "Back in your time." "Dr. Lee:" "Hold it." "Hold it." "So it's like that?" "So, what y'all want to play?" "A little Angie Stone?" "All:" "Yeah!" "What?" "LL CoolJ?" "All:" "Yeah!" "Snoop Doggy Dogg?" "Ha ha!" "Ha ha!" "All these artists sample from this group, OK?" "That's what we going to play." "Let's focus." "1 , 2, ready, and..." "[In The Stone By Earth, Wind  Fire Playing]" "## I found that love provides the key ##" "## Unlocks the heart and souls of you and me ##" "## Love will learn to sing its song, yeah ##" "## Oh, yeah, love is written in the stone ##" "Before we take a break, we have a challenge... for the Wilmington game." "P-3 DonnellJones... is challenging P-2 Jayson Flore... on the basis of musicianship... and choreography." "Front and center." "Man, that's my roommate." "Shit, this is messed up." "Horn Section Leader:" "Keep your horns up." "Keep it together." "Don't flip up." "Dr. Lee:" "Let's back him up, please." "Take it from the bridge." "Hey, yo, do your thing, kid." "[No Audio]" "[Whistle Blows]" "All right, take 5!" "Mini-Me." "I need a volunteer to polish the drums for tomorrow." "Man, that's a P-4's job." "Now I'm making it your job." "You don't like it, quit." "Need some help?" "[Beat-Boxing Cadence]" "[Joins In]" "Unh." "Unh." "## You got me polishing' drums ##" "## Till the break of dawn ##" "## 'Cause some hating upperclassman named Sean ##" "## On and on, I'm on this drum ##" "## And I'm tight like spandex ##" "## What I do with my hands next ##" "## Like, check, making all the crabs cream ##" "## This young Harlem child put it down like bling ##" "[Crowd Cheering]" "[Crowd Cheering]" "Dang, the crowd is louder... than when the football team was on the field." "'Cause down here, it's about the marching bands, dog." "Halftime is game time." "Sean:" "Percussion!" "Last words of advice... for our young 'uns on-line." "You drop your sticks, don't reach down and pick 'em up." "Just keep moving your hands." "I don't never drop my sticks." "Kid, you about to step... in front of thousands of people." "The crowd." "The lights." "It's scary... even for a hothead like you." "Yeah, I bet you it's even scarier for somebody with a wack solo." "What?" "I ain't mumbling'." "You want my solo?" "Take it." "What?" "Yo, son, you don't even want to tell me that." "It's all you, son." "Come with it." "Dude, what are you doing?" "He'll freeze up like any other freshman." "His ass needs to be broken." "All right, Panthers... let's start this season off right." "One band, one sound." "Band:" "AT!" "Whoo!" "Ha ha!" "P.A.:" "This is the moment you've all been waiting for." "Get on your feet... and be prepared for the baddest band... in the land... the AT Marching Panthers... putting it down dirty-South style!" "The A.T.L. is in the house!" "P.A.:" "Hold up!" "Wait a minute!" "Let us put some drums in it!" "Y'all ain't ready for what we about to put down." "The baddest drumline in the land!" "What we are, you can't smoke, you can't sniff it... 'cause we were born with it!" "Get ready to see how we put it down..." "A.T.L. style!" "Drumline, get your thing on!" "Unbuckle your seat belts!" "That's it!" "The baddest band in the land--AT!" "You think you know... but you have no idea." "Hey, yo, man, that was tight, bro." "What was that?" "What did we rehearse?" "Why do we rehearse?" "You were out there showboating for 5 minutes." "If I wasn't able to signal... the drum major to wrap you up... you'd still be out there beating your damn drum!" "Dr. Lee, sir, um, there's an explanation." "See, Devon here thought" "Do I look like I need you... to explain anything to me right now?" "No, sir." "I don't know what the beef is between you... but you'd better grill it up and eat it... because it is my ass that is on the line." "Now, that is a new beginning." "That's exactly what I'm talking about." "Great job, son." "Really something." "You were something special." "Thank you, sir." "Great job, all of you." "Now, let's see Morris Brown top that!" "[Band Cheering]" "Some alumni want to speak with you." "Just need one moment, sir." "There they are." "Don't keep them waiting." "New beginning!" "Wagner:" "New beginning!" "Sean..." "I want you to polish the drums tonight... and I'd better be able to see myself in the silver." "Yes, sir." "I left the polish on the bottom shelf, B." "[Ernest Chewing And Sighing]" "[Mumbles] This is good." "Devon, man, I need to tell you, brother... you killed them out there." "You did your thing today." "You're gonna be all right, dog." "For real." "You nice." "So, what's up with me and y'all tonight?" "What we gonna do?" "Sorry, dog." "I already got plans." "Oh, OK, OK, all right." "Uh, you in a hurry, brother?" "No." "Well, yeah." "Yeah, I gotta go to this little... meeting, a little party or whatever, you know." "Dog tired, though." "Diedre:" "Would you like to go out with me?" "I can keep you awake." "Word?" "Yeah." "No!" "No, no, I gotta..." "I gotta handle my business." "I gotta do my thing on my own." "One love...and all that." "Be easy!" "He spit right in my French fries." "Let me get the large fries and diet coke, please." "I got this." "Keep the change." "Whoa." "Oh, big spender." "Let me see. $2.27." "Thank you." "Dang, ease up." "We just started dating." "All-you-can-eat joints come a little later." "So, there is a date?" "Yeah, I'm trying to set up... a little casual dating situation." "Really?" "Hmm." "But southern sisters, we don't casually date." "We have boyfriends." "Eh--heh heh!" "Ooh." "You killing me with the "B" word." "Um..." "OK." "Let's just say for pretend..." "OK." "What would a boyfriend do in this situation?" "He'd take me to the Sigma party tonight." "[Hip-Hop Music Playing]" "Men: ## Get going with it, get down with it ##" "## Whoo-ha!" "J.K. Style... ##" "Laila, honey, let's do the step." "OK." "Excuse me." "I'll be right back." "Yeah." "[Music Stops]" "You ladies feel a step coming on?" "Dancers:" "Oh, yeah!" "Man:" "Get it, girl." "Woman:" "Ooh, work it!" "## Break it down now ##" "## Sigma ##" "## Ow!" "##" "## Phi ##" "## All right ##" "## Alpha Sigma Phi Alpha ##" "## Psi!" "##" "[No Audio]" "Men:" "Ahh!" "Yes!" "## Oh, break it down, oh, break it down ##" "## Whoo, ahh ##" "Whoo!" "## Gonna break it down, gonna break it down ##" "## Gonna break it down ##" "## Ooh, ahh ##" "## Hey, hey, check me out ##" "## Huh!" "Check me out ##" "## Huh!" "Check me out ##" "[Chanting Fades Away]" ""[Butterflyz" By Alicia Keys Playing]" "## Mm-hmm-mmm ##" "## Lately when I look into your eyes ##" "## Baby, I fly ##" "## You're the only one I need in my life ##" "## Baby, I just don't know how to describe ##" "## How lovely you make me feel inside ##" "## You give me butterflyz ##" "Mr. Taylor... you finish those halftime cadences yet?" "Just finished them." "Good." "Let's hear it." "Actually, Dr. Lee, why don't we let Devon run it?" "Oh, nah." "You the big dog." "Do your thing." "No, I really think it'd help if somebody else played it." "I wouldn't do it no justice." "What are you two-- Beavis and Black-head?" "It doesn't have to be perfect, Devon." "I just want to hear it." "Come on." "You knocked that cadence out I did... in, like, a minute." "You got it." "Go on, rip it, dog." "Go on, dog." "Dr. Lee:" "Let's go, Devon." "Band Member:" "What's wrong, D?" "Dr. Lee:" "Mr. Miles, is there a problem?" "Don't feel like playing that wack-ass cadence." "Yo, that was a bitch move, Sean." "It's obvious, if anybody bothered to pay attention." "Personally, I don't give a damn... if the boy can't read a book." "He's strong, and you know it." "Have some respect for your section, Robert." "Snares have a standard." "It's my job to protect the line and that's what I did." "You don't like it, follow his ass out." "You lied on your application... you lied at your audition... when you played the required piece... and you lied to me." "I didn't think it was that big a deal." "Play that." "That's the music for next week's game... and you can't read it." "And as far as I'm concerned... that's a very big deal." "I'm enrolling you... in the applied percussion course." "Man, that gives me 5 classes." "Damn right it gives you 5 classes... and it ought to be 1 0... especially if you plan on getting back on the line... anytime soon." "What you mean getting back on the line?" "I mean now you're a P-4." "If you cannot read music... you cannot be on my field." "Man, you can't take me off the line." "I'm the best drummer you got." "Ain't can't no class teach me how to do me." "Excuse me?" "Doing me is what got me down here in the first place." "No, lying... is what got you down here." "And if you don't have the honor and discipline... to learn your craft... then quite frankly, Devon, you don't deserve to be here." "Laila:" "I don't get you sometimes." "If music is what you love... why wouldn't you go to class?" "You love dance, right?" "Why you ain't studying that?" "My parents are paying for my education." "And to them... dancing's not a real major." "Well, is it real to you?" "Because when I see you doing your thing out on the field, you look happy." "That seems real to me." "It's not always about doing what you love... all the time, Devon." "See, I don't even get that, like, so why you even come to AT?" "I always knew I'd be here." "Both my parents went to AT." "My mom's a Sigma Phi Alpha my dad's the all-American." "Just--ohh." "You'll meet them at homecoming." "What?" "Brother's meeting the parents." "Please take that class." "[No Audio]" "[Drums Playing]" "[Drums Playing]" "[Crowd Chanting]" "Announcer:" "The score's 1 4 to 1 0." "And AT university is in a third-down situation." "[Quarterback Calling Play]" "[Band Playing "Apache" By Sugarhill Gang]" "Announcer:" "All right, Mr. Wayne, work it out now." "## Jump on it,jump on it ##" "## Jump on it,jump on it, jump on it,jump on it ##" "Fight, fight, fight, fight!" "[Chuckles]" "Ah, the musicianship of hip-hop." "Got all them musicians, but no band." "Hit 'em with a little Flight Of The Bumblebee." "Announcer:" "I told you that the score was 1 4 to 1 0." "We're coming up on halftime." "In just a few moments, we're gonna rock the funk..." "Flight Of The Bumblebee.!" "Flight Of The Bumblebee.!" "Flight Of The Bumblebee.!" "[Band Playing Flight Of The Bumblebee]" "Announcer:" "Thank the sponsor... for bringing you this wonderful football classic." "Announcer:" "State Farm Insurance." "Like a good neighbor, State Farm is there." "[Playing "Let Me Clear My Throat]"" "Man, that's what we should be playing." "[Loud Cheering]" "Announcer:" "And it's halftime!" "Prepare to experience 7 minutes... of mind-blowing moves... 420 seconds of sensational sound." "Here they come... the Morris Brown College Marching Wolverine Band." "Drum major... you may now take the field." "Hey, AT, get your pencil and paper out, baby!" ""This" is how it's done." "Dr. Lee... do you want to explain why Devon is not on the field?" "Not really." "No, let me rephrase." "I want my boy on the field now." "There are some issues preventing that." "No, the only issue... is for you to give me the same show... like you did the last game... or there won't be a program next year." "## It's on us ##" "[Drums Playing]" "I can't believe we ain't stepping to them fools." "That's a straight up challenge." "AT going out like some punks." "Is this how they make you earn your scholarship?" "Mr. Wayne, Morris Brown College." "Oh, nice to meet you." "Devon." "Oh, I know who you are." "I'm a big fan." "You got a way with the crowds." "Thank you, sir." "The honorable Dr. Lee." "Whoo!" "I was just admiring Devon's packing technique." "You know, 5 years as my assistant... he still hasn't learned to put his best players... on the field." "Get on the bus." "You want to play some real music... give me a call." "Heh heh!" "Oh, so... now you have music in your program." "You know, uh, if you're looking... for a job this summer... you can give me a call, too." "I got enough shit in my life." "I'll just use this as toilet paper instead." "Whoo!" "Still got that baton stuck up your ass, huh?" "See y'all at the Classic." "[Band Practicing Scales]" "Slight change, everyone." "Before we get started with rehearsal..." "Devon and Sean's solo performance... from the Wilmington game will get added... to the music for homecoming." "Choreography and formation plots get worked out on Tuesday." "We give it a short test run on Thursday and Friday." "Mr. Miles...strap up." "What the"