 (light music)
 (upbeat dancy music)
 - Watch where you're going!
 - You bumped into
 me, your highness.
 - Well, you should
 really be more aware
of your surroundings,
especially when royalty
 is walking by.
 - Rachel, dance ended
 like a week ago.
 No one cares about
 your stupid crown.
 (light piano music)
 - Hey guys!
 Thanks for coming.
- Hey Charlotte.
- Sup Charlotte.
 - Um, there are
 more coming, right?
 - Yeah, sorry I'm late,
 Rachel had to walk slowly
 for dramatic effect.
 - Don't scold me
 for looking good.
- There are more, right?
 (door slams)
 (mysterious music)
 - No, Miss Rob --
 - [Charlotte] Just
 call me Charlotte.
 - (sighs) No, Miss
 Charlotte, there are no more.
 The music department was
 on the brink of extinction
 before it even got started.
 - How does that work?
 - Well, after an outstanding
 amount of signatures,
 the program was approved.
But obviously, no one
wanted to follow through
 with their commitment.
- I told you so.
- So what does that mean for us?
 - Well what it means,
 Miss Charlotte,
 is that you either have
 to recruit enough students
to keep the program,
or provide a reasonable
 revenue stream for the school.
 - How the hell are we
 supposed to do that?
 - I'll leave that up to you.
 (light acoustic music)
 - Wait, who is she?
 (upbeat music)
 (students chattering)
 - Rachel!
 - Yes?
 - I spoke to your counselor,
and she told me you haven't put
in any college applications.
 - Mr. Kemp, I've
 been really busy.
 Who else is gonna run
 this crappy school?
- The principal.
 - Yeah, but the real school.
 After all, I'm
 royalty for a reason.
 - Rachel, that crown
 is an eight dollar
 bargain bin prop from
 the Halloween store.
 It doesn't mean anything!
- Well, you're old, so
you wouldn't understand.
 - Something I do understand
 is that you need
 to go to college.
 You're smart and talented,
 but it seems like you only
 wanna live in this fantasy.
And that disappoints me.
 - Ugh.
 (minor piano music)
- Kids!
 Come along.
 - Hey, I just wanted
 to say I'm sorry
 if we got off on the
 wrong foot earlier.
 Miss?
 - Hansen.
 You will call me Miss Hansen.
 - Okay, Miss Hansen.
 Why'd you call me in here?
- Well, I called the
two of you in here today
 to talk about your
 continued involvement
in the music department.
 - Why?
 Obviously Miss Sunshine
 should be the only one here.
 - Yeah, I mean, I did
 get all the signatures
 for the music department, so.
 - And look how well
 that turned out.
 As for you Miss --
 - Jackie.
Call me Jackie.
 - Miss Jackie.
 You're here because I have an
 eye for untapped potential.
 And I don't play favorites.
 - But didn't you say
 that the music department
was on the brink of extinction?
Why are we here?
- Because, I don't
know why, I have a plan
 to revive this
 lifeless pity party.
 By cashing in on a tragedy,
 and buying myself more time.
 - Wait, you mean buying the
 music department more time.
 - Yeah, uh huh, that's right.
 - Wait, why would
 you wanna help us?
 - Because there's potential
 for using this
 department for art!
 I've got our first
 performance planned.
 I'm thinking of
 doing a stage tribute
 on the life of Jacob Abbott.
 - Wait, you mean Jacob
 Abbott the killer?
 - The serial killer?
 - There's a great controversy
 surrounding the many murders,
 and I think I can use
 that controversy for art!
 - You're gonna use
 the brutal murders
 of this serial killer to draw
 attention for our school?
I'm in!
 - I think it's a good idea,
 more of a heartfull
 tribute to the fallen ones
of the tragedy.
 - Anyway.
 I'm going to be
 holding auditions
 for the lead roles in a week.
 Now, keep in mind, the lead
 female role of Claire Young
is of utmost importance.
 She'll be the speaker,
 the lead singer, and more.
 In short, the highlight
 of the whole performance.
 The star!
 I'll be checking on your
 audition pieces in a few days.
 Now, I expect you
 to spread the word,
 because I want to
 see everybody there.
 That's it, you're dismissed.
 - Hey!
 Charlotte?
 - Yeah?
 - Look, I usually don't
 care about this kinda thing,
 but I was wondering
 if maybe you'd help me
with this audition, or whatever?
- Yeah, yeah, of course!
 What do you need help with?
- I wouldn't call myself
the most amazing singer,
 so vocal lessons?
 Or tips, something.
 I at least wanna
 try for a good part.
 - Yeah, I can do that!
I got your back.
- Okay!
 Well thanks Charlotte.
 I'll see you around.
 (piano chords)
- Gavin!
 What's up?
 - Hey, Neil.
 - How are you?
 - Fine.
- Man, it was a hell of
a win yesterday, right?
 - Yeah, I guess, for you.
 - No, bro.
Remember that pick six I threw?
 Gotta work on that accuracy.
- Yeah.
 Yeah!
 You know what, you're right!
You did mess up!
 (laughing)
 - Yeah, I did.
 You know Gavin, this
 is my last season,
 and knowing that
 you'll be taking over
 eases my worries.
 The team's in good hands.
- Yeah.
 - Anyway, I gotta get going.
 I'll catch you around!
- God, Neil is such a good guy.
 - Oh, and I'm not
 such a good guy?
- What?
 - I can throw footballs too.
 - I didn't say you weren't
 a good football player.
 - Yeah, whatever!
 I'd be a great quarterback!
 And a good guy, you'll see!
- Okay?
 - Rachel, please, your seat.
 Well, we all know
 why you're here.
 You've scraped through
 school your entire lives.
 And now, this.
 - I'm here because
 I have detention,
 and this seemed a lot better
 than staring at walls.
- Ben, this is serious.
 There's a bad case of the
 college crisis epidemic.
 - Oh my god!
 Are people dying?
- What?
 No --
 - Doesn't sound
 like a crisis to me.
 - Fewer students are enrolling
 in college every year,
 and that is a crisis.
 - That's cuz the only
 affordable school
 is Baymont County Community.
 - There are plenty
 of opportunities
 at an out of state college
 for a person like you, Ben.
 - Gay?
 - Yes, uh, no.
 I wasn't talking about that.
You two.
 You two are bright individuals
 with plenty of opportunities.
 - Mr. Kemp, I have
 opportunities.
 Near Lake Cafe is offering me
 a position at the
 end of graduation.
So, I think I've got this whole
 post-grad thing figured out.
 - Yeah, and I have
 a whole playlist
 of lo-fi beats to
 study slash relax to,
 and once that drops,
 I'll be set for life.
 - I thought I had
 more faith in you two.
 Rachel, I've read your essays.
You write with passion,
precision, glamor.
 Any college would
 love to have you!
 But you waste your time
 on this persona of yours.
 - And Ben.
I've talked to your instructors.
 You're a bright student with
 wisdom beyond your years.
Your knowledge has helped
other students in their crisis.
 But again, potential.
Wasted.
You both could have
such fulfilling futures.
 I'm not saying that college
 is always the answer,
but it's a lot better than here.
 A lot better than Baymont.
Class dismissed.
 (slow drum music)
 - Phones in backpacks,
 not pockets!
- You know what?
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You're alright.
 (slow piano music)
 - Jackie!
 - Jesus!
- Are you ready to get singing?
 - Uh huh!
 - Alright!
 Okay, let's start by
 testing your range.
- Sure.
 - Repeat after me.
 - After me.
 (lip trilling high
 and low tones)
 (lip trilling with no tones)
- Okay actually, you know what,
 we're gonna start
 with a penta scale.
 - What's the penta --
 (piano notes)
 - (singing) Do re mi
 fa so fa mi re do.
 - (singing flat) Do re
 mi fa so fa mi re do.
 - Okay, um, that was good.
 That was ... really good.
 That's try it again.
 (piano note)
 (singing perfect pitches)
 Do re mi fa so fa mi re do.
 - (singing flat) Do re
 mi fa so fa mi re do.
 Was that good?
 - You know, good, bad.
 Singing is art, so
 I don't really know
 if I could judge that.
 - Why do I even try?
This is stupid.
 I'm stupid.
- Wait!
 - Charlotte, stop!
 - But you've gotta
 start somewhere.
 - Why do you insist
 on helping me?
 - Anything worth doing is
 worth doing as a beginner.
 Besides, you've
 barely even started.
 - So?
Even if we rehearsed for months,
 I'd still sound
 like a dying cat.
 - That's not true,
 you have potential.
 At least you're not a soprano.
 - That's nice sweetie, but ...
 I'm done embarrassing myself.
 - Why did you ask?
 - Ask what?
 - For voice lessons, why did
 you ask in the first place?
 - Because I thought maybe
 I'd be a part of something.
 Any of the other clubs,
 they wouldn't have taken me.
 And there you are.
Bubbly, and bright, and
willing to take anyone.
 Including me.
- Honestly, you don't sound bad.
 We'll work on it for
 the rest of the week,
and trust me, I've been
with people in choir
 who would kill to have
 a voice like yours.
Come on.
 We'll work on it
 for 15 more minutes,
 and if you hate
 it, you can leave.
- Fine.
 (piano music)
 - Here, listen to how good
 you sound after just an hour.
(flat singing recording)
 Okay, same thing tomorrow?
 - Yep!
 - Alright.
(phone ringing)
 - Dad?
 - [Dad] Gavin, what was that?
 - Oh, you know dad,
 just those weights.
 Really repping those weights.
 - [Dad] You don't have
 to lie to me, son,
 I know it was those
 butterfingers.
 - (chuckles) Yeah.
- [Dad] Well, I'm taking
Sophia out tonight,
 so, um, I won't be there to
 go over your workout anymore.
You'll have to go
twice as hard tomorrow.
 - Oh.
 Okay, dad.
 - [Dad] Moving up
 through the ranks yet?
You talk to your coach?
- Yeah dad, uh,
he said I probably have
to work on my throws.
 - [Dad] (scoffs) What's new?
Same old disappointment.
 You know, I'm not surprised.
 Neil's a great quarterback.
 Wish he was my son.
 Kid's got a great arm.
Well, you know, I'll see
you around the house.
- Oh, okay dad.
 Bye.
 Love you.
 - [Dad] Yep.
 (beep)
 - Hey Gav?
 Um, you doin' alright?
- Yeah.
 I'm fine.
 - Okay, cool.
 Because your phone's
 still connected
to the team's bluetooth speaker.
 And that was pretty brutal.
- Yeah?
 You know what, Neil?
 I knew that.
 - Well, man, I'm here for you.
 Team's here for you.
 If you need anything, don't
 hesitate to let us know.
- Yeah?
 You know what, Neil?
 You're always thinking
 you're better than me.
 Just leave me alone.
 - Whoa, bro.
I'm just trying to help.
 I think you should chill out.
 - Why do I need to chill out?
 Why don't you?
 Bro?
 - Don't do something
 you're gonna regret.
 - Like what?
 Like throwing a football?
 Scared I'll hit ya?
 Trying to intercept my dad?
 - Gav, I think you
 should just sit down.
 - Tired of everybody
 telling me what to do!
 - No, no, no, no.
Nobody's telling you what to do.
We're just here to help.
- Help?
 This is all because of you.
 You do everything I want!
 (slow jazz music)
 - Wait, wait wait wait wait.
 Here it comes.
Oh, that gets me going.
- Okay.
 - Um, what about
 Kingston University?
- How far away is that?
 - Says 17 hour drive.
 - Oh.
 - What, you don't like it?
 - I dunno.
 - Says they got a
 good english program.
- Just seems a bit far.
 - All the colleges you picked
 are like three hours away.
 - Those are the ones I like.
- You don't wanna leave Baymont.
- (scoffs) What?
I mean, Baymont isn't that bad.
 We've got --
 - Nothing.
 We've got nothing.
- We've got good people.
 - You know, I used
 to think that.
- And you don't anymore?
 - Baymont is nice,
 but it's comfortable,
 and I think Mr. Kemp wants
 better than comfortable.
 - What's wrong with
 being comfortable?
 - This town is just
 a big dead end,
 and I know we can do so much
 more at college or something.
 - Well, what if we can't?
 - Can't what?
 - Can't make it out there.
In a college, or in a
city, or anywhere else?
 What about the money?
 The people.
 Living alone.
 Do you actually think
 we're ready for that?
- I am!
 This town isn't right for me,
 and yeah I've spent
 time trying to make
 people alright with who I am,
but why should I
have to do that?
Wouldn't you want to start over?
 - Why would I want
 to start over?
- Oh nevermind.
- Say it.
 - No, just drop it.
 - Look, you don't have
 to tell me who I am.
 I already know I'm horrible.
 That's the difference
 between you and I.
 - So you're happy
 with who you are?
 - No, not happy, but
 at least I accept it.
I don't hide it.
 And at least people
 know of me here.
 I'm not forgotten or alone.
Not yet.
 - I get it.
 You wanna stay in Baymont with
 your nice life and all that,
 but that's not
 gonna fly with me.
 I just set you up with
 an interview at Kingston,
 so you're kinda effed.
 - Seriously?
 Why would you do that?
 - At least one of us is
 getting out of this town,
 and I heard Kingston's
 pretty into the low-fi scene,
so I had to sign you up.
 - Oh, shut up.
 - You cannot deny these
 are some pretty sick beats.
 - I guess so.
 - Wait, here it comes again.
 Oh!
(slow electronic music)
 (light piano music)
 (chair scraping the stage)
- Alright, let's begin.
 First auditioner, please.
 - Hi, my name is Charlotte,
 and I will be auditioning
 for the part of Claire.
 - ♪ Hello my baby, hello my
 honey, hello my ragtime gal ♪
 ♪ Send me a kiss by wire,
 baby my heart's on fire ♪
- Next.
 - Thank you.
 - ♪ Hello my baby,
 hello my honey --♪
 - Next, thank you.
 - ♪ Hello my baby,
 hello my darlin' -- ♪
 - Next.
 - Thank you.
 - ♪ (Shouting) Hello my
 baby, hello my darling, ♪
 - ♪ Hello my ragtime -- ♪
- Next.
 That was terrible.
 - ♪ Hello my baby,
 hello my honey -- ♪
 - Next, thank you.
 - Got it!
 - ♪ Hello my baby,
 hello my honey, ♪
♪ Hello my ragtime -- ♪
- Next.
 - Hi, I'm Jackie, and I'll
 be auditioning for whoever.
 - Go ahead.
 - ♪ Hello my baby, hello my
 honey, hello my ragtime gal. ♪
 ♪ Send me a kiss by wire,
 baby my heart's on fire. ♪
 - Next.
 - Thank you.
 - ♪ hello my baby,
 hello my honey -- ♪
- Next.
 - Hello, my baby.
 Hello my darling!
 Hello, my ragtime gal.
- Excuse me, young man.
 Are you sure you're
 in the right room?
- Yeah?
 - Thank you, next.
 - ♪ Hello my baby, hello my
 honey, hello my ragtime gal. ♪
 - Thank you, it was okay.
 (somber piano music)
 - What if I didn't get a part?
- Oh, shut up, you did amazing.
- I dunno, she hated it.
 Yeah, she hated it!
 - You're fine, you're fine.
We're in this together.
 - [Teacher] Attention
 all auditioners,
 the official cast
 list has been posted
outside of the music classroom.
 Thank you.
- I can't look!
 Charlotte, tell me what I got.
Is it good, bad?
- What?
 (piano scale)
 - (singing scales)
 - Chorus?
 You put me in the chorus?
- You've got an issue with that?
- What is your problem with me?
 - Oh, I've got no
 problem with you.
 I just think you need
 to learn your place.
 - My place?
 You wouldn't even have a
 job if it weren't for me.
 - It didn't get you
 the part, now did it?
 - But I was clearly the best
 singer in that audition.
- You think so.
- I am.
 - Well that's the issue with
 you now, isn't it Charlotte?
 Always so sure of yourself.
 - But I worked the
 hardest for this.
I've spent so much time
on this department,
 on those audition pieces.
I deserved this,
and you know it.
 - Deserved?
 You don't deserve anything.
 I gave that part to the
 best person at the audition.
Now just because you worked hard
 doesn't make you the best.
 Maybe your best just
 isn't good enough.
 - Charlotte!
 Hold on, wait up!
 Did you see?
 I got Claire!
 I can't believe it.
Charlotte, are you okay?
 Come on, talk to me.
You're the reason this happened!
All those music lessons,
they really paid off!
 Remember?
We're in this together.
 Hello?
 Charlotte!
 (slow sad piano music)
 - What's up, Gavin?
 - You know, the usual.
 - I heard the Hatches got
 another win last night.
 You must be feeling good!
 - I guess.
- I heard Neil got some
pretty good plays in.
 God, Neil's such a good guy.
 Hey look, there's Jackie!
 (crowd chattering)
 - Hey guys.
 - Hey Jackie.
 - Hey Jackie.
- You're not gonna believe this,
 but I got the lead
 in the musical!
- What, no way!
 - That's really cool!
- So you're gonna turn
into some kind of diva?
- Yeah, do you get your
own trailer and stuff?
 - I don't think I'm
 at that level yet.
 But thanks.
 - Oh, so you get murdered.
 - Yeah, I get like, stabbed!
And then there's like, red
streamers coming out of my body.
 It's crazy!
 - Charlotte!
 - Ben!
 Why are you hanging
 out with her?
 - Wow, rude.
 - We were just looking
 at some college stuff.
 - But you're supposed
 to be my friend.
 - I mean, can't we
 all just be friends?
 - Yeah, I mean,
 whatever happened to
 not sticking to the
 high school b.s.?
 - Yeah, well, you
 made my life hell,
so you're the exception.
 - Charlotte, as
 much as I would love
to get into this with
you right now, I can't.
 We have to go fill out
 this thing called a FAPSA?
- FAFSA.
- Right.
 - Anyway, Charlotte.
 I don't know what's
 going on with you,
 but you need to
 let that stuff go.
 I'll catch you around.
 (slow somber acoustic music)
 (slow sad singing)
- So, there's two
types of highschoolers.
- Yeah?
 - The nerds and the jocks.
 - Oh really?
 - Yeah, like for example,
 the jocks are the cool ones,
and the nerds are the dumb ones.
Like you, you're a nerd.
 - I think you got the wrong
 message from Breakfast Club.
 - No way.
 - What?
 - No way!
 - What?
 - I got into Kingston!
 Rachel, I'm thrilled
 to offer you admission
 to Kingston University
 for the fall semester.
 I can't believe it.
 Ben?
Ben, you there?
- Yeah.
 - You okay?
 - I didn't get in.
