SCENE 1, INTERIOR. AFTERNOON, CLASSROOM. The teacher is sitting on the old, wooden chair in front of his class with his father’s guitar in hand. The students are seated on the floor gripping the weathered songbooks as they sing together on a Friday afternoon. After a few songs to warm up, the teacher allows the table captains to each pick a song. The class sings “Bad Moon Rising,” “The Cat Came Back,” and group of boys start to belt out an a-capella version of “Going to the Zoo” finally dissolving into a fit of laughter and giggles. As the teacher calls on one of the table captains, the boy gives an enthusiastic grin as he shuts his songbook and sits up proudly.
JOEY: I’d like to sing “Baby, Baby” please, Mr. Z.
TEACHER: Baby, Baby?
JOEY: Yeah…you know, by Justin Bieber.
TEACHER: I don’t think that you’d all know the words to that song, or that I’d know all the chords either; I think I could only play part of the song…
JOEY: Oh, trust me, Mr. Z. I know all the words!
[A ripple of excitement spreads through the class and the teacher quietly slips an mp3 recorder from his pocket and hits the ‘record’ button].
[Fade to black].