SCENE 1, INTERIOR. AFTERNOON, CLASSROOM. Several students are working on their homework assignment for Math. The teacher is moving about the room answering questions. He approaches a young boy with his hand in the air.
JOEY: Mr. Z? Can I read for a while?
TEACHER: Is your homework done?
TEACHER: Did you do it correctly?
JOEY: Pretty much.
[The boy takes his assignment out and shows it to his teacher. For the most part, it has been done correctly].
TEACHER: I don’t know, Joey…
JOEY: What if I wrote you a song? Could I read then?
TEACHER: Write me a song?
JOEY: Okay, I’ll write you a song...
[The boy bursts into lyrics].
JOEY: ♪ Oh, Mr. Z…you’re wearing a brown shirt today…♫♪
[The teacher’s eyebrows go up just a little as the boy continues to caterwaul his homespun lyrics with a breaking voice. Several members of the class stop working to listen].
JOEY: ♪ …and it’s awesome. ♫ You have dark, spiky hair which is poky if you touch it… ♪
TEACHER: Okay, Joey, just stop right now, okay? I can only imagine what Simon Cowell would say to that.
[The teacher mimics a British accent].
TEACHER: That was, by far, the oddest thing I’ve ever heard. It was like a cross between a dying elephant and somebody swinging a cat around by its tail and hitting it on a pole.
[The boy’s eyes begin to sparkle as he grins].
JOEY: ♫ And you’re awesome and you’re fun-n-ney, too…♪
[The teacher masks a smile].
JOEY: So, now can I read, Mr. Z?
TEACHER: Yeah, you can read…
[Fade to black].