Scene: School Hallway

Chris says hi to passing friends.
He spots Ian sitting nearby with his guitar
and goes over to him.

Chris:
Ian, what's happening man?
How you doing?

Ian:
Could be better.
Could be worse.

Chris:
Hey look, about Lou's Lanes
the other night. I just wanted to...





Ian: <interuppting>
Oh yeah.. That was a bit strange wasn't it?
I felt we were in a time warp y'know.
Trapped back in 1954.
Not my kind of music.










Ian stands up.
He waves to a friend down the hallway.



Chris:
Well I noticed you were having trouble and I...

Ian: <hastily>
No trouble.
Just not for me.
See you later man!

Ian hurries off before he can be questioned further.
Chris enters Mr. Shorofsky's room.

Chris:
Hey Mr. Shorofsky, how you doing?

Mr. Shorofsky:
Terrific! And how are things in the real world?

Chris:
Ain't a major star yet but just a matter of time.
I'd like to talk to you about a student of yours
New English kid...Ian.

Mr. Shorofsky:
Oh yes, the mysterious Mr. Ware...

<fade out>

Scene: Mr. Shorofsky's Classroom

The classroom is empty except for Ian &
Mr. Shorofsky.
Ian plays another Classical piece perfectly.

Mr. Shorofsky:
Lovely Mr. Ware!
A plus for your evaluation!

Ian: <humbly>
Do me best Sir.








Mr. Shorofsky:
Just one question..
why didn't you play what's on the paper?










Ian:
I don't understand..
I did.

Confused, Ian takes the sheet music off
the stand and shows it to Mr. Shorofsky











Ian:
Look it says right here at the top
of the page Prosalalia by Weiss.

Mr. Shorofsky:
But the piece underneath it is Julianni.








Ian: <realizing the deception>
Oh lovely.





He pushes the sheet music into
Shorofsky's hand.
He goes over and begins cleaning his guitar &
putting it in the case, clearly upset..


Mr. Shorofsky:
I knew you wouldn't tell me.







Ian: <leaning over his guitar case>
Why? What's to tell?


Mr. Shorofsky:
You can't read one note of music
and yet you managed to play that
piece better than any student. How?







Ian:
Records.
I listen to recordings of the music
and then memorize it by ear.

Mr. Shorofsky:
You are amazing!

Ian:
It's not that hard.








Mr. Shorofsky::
Well now that your secret is out
you won't have to memorize any
more records.

I have already arranged
for another student to tutor you.








Ian:
I don't need a tutor.

Mr. Shorofsky:
You can't learn without one.

Ian:
All right then I won't learn.
I mean it's no crime is it?









Ian begins to leave but pauses.


Mr. Shorofsky:
Considering your talent, I think it is.

Mr. Ware, I'm sorry if I embarassed you.










Ian:
Embarassed?
C'mon. I could care less.
I got an A plus without knowing
any of that rubbish.

Mr. Shorofsky:
Knowing how to read will
only improve your music.








Ian:
You really believe that?
Then why is it that all the musicians
I admire- not one of them can read
or write a bleedin' note!?













Mr. Shorofsky:
Mr. Ware, the bottom line is that
all the students in my class know
how to read music and if you want
to remain in my class than you
will have to learn too.

Ian: <his voice chokes slightly>
Like I said, not interested.

Scene: Mr. Shorofsky's Classroom





Mr. Shorofsky is playing a
classical piece on the piano.

Ian is nearby watching.

When Mr. Shorofsky finishes,
Ian applaudes.








Mr. Shorofsky:
Did you really enjoy that
or are you just being kind?

Ian:
Ahhh a bit of both , I guess.










Shorofsky goes to his desk and
begins putting papers in his briefcase.
Ian hops up and sits on the edge of his desk.


Mr. Shorofsky:
Mr. Ware what are you doing here?







Ian:
Ahhh, don't know really,
Sitting I guess.

Mr. Shorofsky::
Well, I was just about to leave
so could you possibly sit someplace
else so I can lock up?











Ian picks up a bunch of papers from the desk.

Ian:
What's all this then?













Mr. Shorofsky grabs the papers from Ian.

Mr. Shorofsky:
Music- but it's not the kind you like...











You see it's all written down on paper.
Look- if you don't want to move- you lock up.











Mr. Shorofsky gets to the door when Ian calls out to him.

Ian:
Hey Shorofsky!

Mr. Shorofsky:
What?
What is it you want Mr. Ware?

Ian: <hesitating>
Well I been thinking and maybe..
I ought to reconsider and ....

Mr. Shorofsky:
You want to learn to read music!









Ian:
Well I thought I'd give it a shot.

Mr. Shorofsky:
Good.











Ian goes over to Mr. Shorofsky
and puts his arm on his shoulder.

Ian:
But I've got to tell you.
This student-tutor thing is not
going to work.

Mr. Shorofsky:
Give it a chance.

Ian:
No!

He moves back to the desk.

There must be some other way
to do this hey?



Mr. Shorofsky:
I'm afraid it's gonna be the tutor
or nothing.

Ian: <sighing>
Well that's the end of that then.









Ian begins to leave.
This time Shorofsky calls him back.

Mr. Shorofsky:
Suppose I tutor you.

Ian:
You'd take time out of your
busy schedule for me?

Mr. Shorofsky:
That's what you came here for isn't it?

Ian:
You're quick Mr. Shorofsky.
Very quick!





Mr. Shorofsky:
Look- that's my offer take it or leave it.

Ian:
You're on!

Mr. Shorofsky:
Good! You lock up.

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