All language subtitles for 7th_heaven_s10e14_the_magic_of_gershwin

Hi.

Welcome. Thanks. Okay.

This is detention, isn't it? Yeah, it
is.

Mick Camden.

I'm Mr. Feinstein, head of the music
department, or what's left of it.

Only this week, I have detention, too.

What'd you do?

Me? Just a slight error in timing.

I chose music education as a career
almost precisely when schools decided

could no longer afford to offer it.

What'd you do?

Nothing, really.

What a coincidence.

That's the same reason everyone else is
here.

Seven heavens, when I see their happy
faces, by letting back at

me.

Seven heavens, I know there's no greater
feeling than the love of

family. Where can you go,

when the world don't teach you right?
The answer

is home.

one place that you'll find seven seven

seven seven seven

seven

If someone can tell me the name of the
person who wrote this song, I'll let

out 15 minutes early.

Porgy and Bette?

Close.

And yet, so, so far, it's Porgy and
Bette.

That's the name of the opera that the
song comes from.

But I'm looking for the composer.

Anyone else?

No.

Raise your hand.

Get your mind off him.

Miss Hamilton, do you have anything to
add?

The song is Summertime?

Yes, it is.

But who is the composer of Summertime?

Miss Camden.

I'm not sure.

She can't think right now.

She's got a broken heart.

I see.

George Gershwin and Ira Gershwin and
some other people who also wrote the

Excellent. And it was DuBose and Dorothy
Hayward who wrote the play. Miss

Camden, at a quarter of, you're a free
woman.

Can I go, too?

I knew the name of the song.

I was looking for the composer.

But why do I have a feeling that there's
a story behind you in this song?

My story's worth more than 15 minutes.

Want to share it with the class?

Nope. Fair enough.

Maybe Miss Camden will send you a
postcard from the outside world.

Oh,

come on.

You're not trying.

Nobody's worth that kind of dehydration.

I can't help it.

Oh, no, they can't take that away from
me.

Hey, yo, come on, man.

This is only supposed to be detention,
not torture. All right, we treat

prisoners better than this. Could you
please make it stop? I really hate that

music. Why? Because it's the same old
white guy music my grandfather used to

play. And you know what? I think he died
from it.

What did your grandfather play?

He played the piano mostly.

Do you by chance play any piano?

Yeah, I play some.

Doesn't mean I will.

Okay. Looks like I have to continue my
solo career.

Hey, you know any 50 Cent?

Actually, I'm not familiar with his
music, but I do know something about

Are you all fans of rap music?

I'm not. Why is that?

I'm not, that's all.

You really know something about rap or
are you just putting us on?

I know something about history.

And like all forms of music, rap evolved
from something else.

Have you ever listened to protest music?

Hey, man, if it's more that stuff you
was playing earlier, I protest.

And somehow, no matter what era we're
in, certain artists

seem to sear themselves in our
consciousness.

Whether it's Eminem or Ray Charles or
the Beatles,

Gershwin, Cole Porter.

Once you hear them, it's hard to imagine
a world... Eli.

What about Harry Warren?

You know Harry Warren's music, Eli?

No, I never heard of him until
yesterday. But my grandmother said he's

the most important songwriters ever.

Sure. Lullaby of Broadway.

The Boulevard of Broken Dreams.

I found a million -dollar baby.

Very significant.

I think she meant important. Like, if it
weren't for him, I wouldn't be here.

Eli, you have our attention.

She said that's how she met my
grandfather.

They were at some movie called 42nd
Street, and they were sitting up in the

balcony. He was sitting behind her,
singing along with the music. She turned

around to tell him to shut up, and they
fell in love, and now here I am.

I mean, first my parents, and now here I
am. See, that's one more reason why

they should ban that music.

Are we going to listen to any music
today, or are we just going to talk?

Ruthie needs something to heal her
heart.

Everyone needs something to heal their
heart.

Music heals.

Wait a minute. Is this about that Martin
Brewer guy?

I don't think Miss Camden wants to share
the details of her life with us right

now. Oh, come on. The guy had a baby
with someone else. Let it go already.

Let it go, all right?

Just leave me alone.

It's a process, okay?

And I think a little Gershwin would
help.

They're writing songs of love But not
for

me

A lucky star is above.

Look, all I'm saying is that that old
music doesn't mean anything to me.

No one talks like that.

Embrace me, my sweet, embraceable you.

I don't even think they talked like that
back then. It's just fake.

Maybe people were just more embraceable
back then?

Rap music is real, all right? The
artists are for real. You can't just

Eminem. What, he's white so he's a fake?

He's as much a rap artist as any other
rap artist. It's not about the color. Or

maybe it is.

My dad says that some people felt the
same way about Elvis that some people

about Eminem. Like he took black music
and made it acceptable for white people

who didn't want to listen to black
artists. Elvis was a genius, okay?

He didn't steal music so they can sell
it to prejudiced white people.

He loved gospel music. That was his
inspiration.

Let's get back to what you like about
rap music.

It's for black people.

And that's what I really like about it.
It's just for black people.

Well, you know, it's mostly white men
who are buying it, don't you?

Over 70 % of the sales come from white
suburban males.

You know, Ruthie brings up a good point.

I don't think it's just for us.

It's for them, you know, the buyers.

And some of these guys are just putting
on a show, man. And I don't like the

show. I don't like what they're calling
our sisters and our mothers. Hey, who

bought jazz records?

White people and black people, right?

Just because I'm not black doesn't mean
I can't relate.

So what if white males are the only ones
buying rap? I'll tell you so what.

If you buying the stuff and you
perpetuating the image of my community

think is harmful to my people.

Well, which brings us right back to
Gershwin.

It does?

We're talking about what music everyone
likes.

And I don't know that there is one
artist that everyone likes.

Unless we go back to yesterday's music.

Like Gershwin. He's timeless.

People still talk about him. New artists
still record his stuff.

You can hear Gershwin in commercials, in
love scenes in a movie. Can you say

that about Kanye West or 50 Cent?

Just give us a little time, little
sister.

We'll get there.

We'll get there.

Porgy and Bess was based on a book
written by a white man and adapted by

wife, who was a white woman, and they
found these two white guy brothers and

they all made it into a musical.

True. Or you could say it was written by
a poet, a novelist, and his wife, a

playwright, adapted it for the stage,
and then they collaborated with a

and lyricist and turned it into an
opera.

What about Porgy and Beth makes it an
issue of race?

The facts do. And what happens when
people of all races are brought together

music and they transcend the facts?

You get Bob Geldof in the Live 8.

Look who got her sense of humor back.

Finally. And I think the good news is,
aside from Ruthie rediscovering her

of humor, is that you're starting to see
how music and history and literature

are all tied together, just like rap.

Ugh, talk about letting it go.

But you guys aren't giving rap its due.

I mean, it's the poetry of the street,
plain and simple. I don't see how

about my butt is poetry.

Mr. Feinstein, Mrs. Hadgraf wants to see
you in her office.

Boo!

I guess that does it for the week.

Thank you all.

You can go.

Are they firing you?

I don't think so. I mean, they're
letting me go at the end of the year

Why? Budget cuts.

So you won't be in detention next week?

No. My week is up and I'll be filling in
somewhere else.

So remember that if you were thinking
about doing anything to get detention

week. Yeah, but we didn't do anything,
remember?

I learned more in detention than I did
in any other class this week.

Thanks.

I appreciate that.

Have a nice weekend, everyone.

Thank you for the week.

How was your day?

It was fine.

Just like all the other days.

I think I'm going to go start my
homework.

Whenever I had detention, I used to do
homework.

Miss Pierce, your counselor called.
You've had detention all week, Ruthie?

Unofficially. Unofficial detention.

I just had it on Monday because I was
talking to someone in the bathroom, so I

was late for class.

That was the official one. But then I
just went the rest of the week because I

liked it.

You liked detention?

It was great.

Mr. Feinstein, the music teacher, he was
in charge. And he started on Monday

with Gershwin, and then the discussion
moved on to protest music and rap and

music has evolved. And by today, there
were 30 people in detention who did

just to get in because Mr. Feinstein
made it so fun.

And I should have told you. Yes, you
should have.

So you were just talking to someone in
the restroom and you missed class?

I was just late. I didn't miss the whole
class.

I see.

So, uh, did you say it was Gershwin you
were listening to? All the discussions

were centered around him.

Gershwin is like magic.

After listening to him all week, I feel
like a different person.

Good. Good for you.

Thank you, Gershwin.

Hi. I teach music at your daughter's
high school.

Ruthie might have mentioned me.

Mr. Feinstein.

Hey, Eric Hamden, come in. Hi.

Don't tell me Ruthie broke down and took
my advice and signed up for a music

class. Not exactly.

And the school board voted to phase out
the music program this year, so there

really aren't any classes to sign up
for.

What kind of class is it? More of a
study hall.

Anyway... Ruthie mentioned that you're a
minister and that you're a musician.

Do you want to hear this song that I've
been working on?

I'm sorry.

It's like a nervous tick.

Somehow I don't think you came by to
hear me play.

Another time.

Anyway, I just got out of the
principal's office.

You don't seem like the type of guy to
get into any trouble.

Sorry.

Another kind of tick.

Sit down, please. I think I've stopped
ticking.

Reverend Camden, I talked to the
principal about one of my students who

having some real trouble. Her name is
Maggie.

And I have a feeling that Ruthie might
know something about her that the rest

us don't.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

I'm such a klutz today.

Chill, they're just books. They're not
breakable or anything.

Kennedy High School?

My sister Ruthie goes to Kennedy. I'm
Lucy, the associate pastor. Thanks.

I've got to go. It's my bus.

She hustled me.

I don't believe it.

Oh, hi, Reverend Kinkirk. Who hustled
you?

That girl who was just here.

Do you know her? No, I just bumped into
her.

What do you mean she hustled you? She
gave me a five for some peanut butter,

I was giving her a change, and she was
talking about school and stuff, and then

she asked me to break a 20, and then she
just kept on talking about school,

music, class, just talking.

And all I know is I gave her the change
for the 20, but she never gave me a 20.

Great. Just great. Tell you what.

I'll take care of it. I have a soft spot
for teenage girls.

I think I used to be one, and I'll take
some milk.

Okay. How's Ruthie?

School's been tough this year. I mean,
not academically, but... Boyfriend?

Yeah, sort of.

That girl, does she live around here?
Because this isn't the right

for Kennedy High School.

I don't know where she lives, but she's
always got that bag with her.

Looks like it weighs 50 pounds,
splitting at the seams.

Yeah, that is a pretty big book bag.

Someone who has to hustle like she did
must need some help.

Do you know anything else about her? Not
much.

She always pays with change.

Lots of change.

I should have known she didn't have a
20.

Oh, did you give me my change?

Not you too, Reverend Kinkirk.

Oh, yeah.

Sorry.

The world will pardon my mush Cause I've
got a crush

My baby

That's sweet.

And kind of silly.

I like it. I wish I could play the
piano.

Oh, it's not too late to learn I could
teach you.

I think I'm more of a listener.

Or a singer. You've got a great voice.
Did Mr. Feinstein know that?

No, but I think he's getting fired, so
it doesn't really matter.

Fired?

Well, maybe not technically fired, but
they're letting him go at the end of the

year because they're eliminating the
music program.

Oh, what a shame.

Yeah. And you know, some students only
come to school for the music.

Any of those students in detention?

Maybe. Did the girl you were talking to
in the bathroom get detention, too?

Yeah. Must have been a pretty
interesting conversation for you to have

for class.

Maybe sometime I'll tell you about it.

When? When the other girl tells me I
can.

I understand.

Hey, let me speak to Mom or Dad.

Well, hi to you, too.

Okay. Do you know anything about music
that's timeless or classic?

Well, sure. You mean like Gershwin?

Yeah. Yeah, that's a good start.

Gershwin, okay.

Do you know about Gershwin?

Actually, I do.

I was in detention all week, and it
turned out to be this whole thing on

Gershwin. It was incredible.

Really?

Gershwin in detention.

What did you get detention for?

Nothing. I wouldn't want to bore you.

I was late for class.

You're right. That is boring.

Okay, now I want you to say some names
of Gershwin songs for Rose and me, okay?

Now, Rose wants to plan her whole
wedding around her song.

I'm supposed to pick out your song?

Don't you guys have a song?

No. No, we don't, okay? We're doomed.
Now, do you want to help me or do you

my failed marriage on your head?

Okay, well...

Somebody to watch over me.

Love is here to stay.

Somebody loves me.

He loves and she loves.

Shall we dance?

It's wonderful.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. Wait a minute.
There's way too many choices, okay? Now,

I want you to take your best shot. Think
about Rose and me.

What's the first song that comes to
mind?

Let's call the whole thing off.

That's funny. That's really funny. You
know, thanks for your help. Let's get

back to Let Me Talk to Mom or Dad.

No.

Embraceable you.

Hey.

Yeah, that's good. That's really good.
Thanks.

You're welcome.

You know, Ruthie, you sound great. You
really sound like you've turned a corner

on the whole Martin thing.

Yeah, I have.

I don't even think about him.

Can you believe that he's actually going
over to Sandy's house tomorrow to,

like, help take care of the baby?

Really? That's nice.

Yeah, he even offered to stay over.

Great. Sounds like he's coming around,
too.

Uh, well, listen, thanks for your help.
I gotta get back to studying, okay?

Sure, you're welcome.

Kevin?

I need a fever.

Kevin?

In here.

Hey, I ran into this girl at the
convenience store, so I've got to call

and find out if she knows her.

I think you should run a check on her. I
think she might be a runaway or

something. I can't check on people for
you anymore.

But I love you.

And I love you, too.

And you can get someone to run a check.
I mean, Captain Michaels would do it.

Are we eating in here?

I put Savannah down early. She had a big
day at the park. I thought we could

have dinner in front of the fireplace.

Oh, I get it.

The fire, the food, Gershwin. The
calendar.

Yeah, I know. We're on a schedule.

Yeah, it's really out of my hands. It
has nothing to do with me.

It's strictly a scheduling matter.

Oh, and I love our schedule, and you
know that.

But I think this girl is in trouble. I
mean, she hustled Will at the

store. And I think she goes to Ruthie's
school, but as soon as I mentioned

Ruthie's name, she took off.

And I totally understand.

But I think you just need to relax and
forget about all that and have a nice,

quiet evening at home with your husband.

I can't.

Sure you can.

Here, have some wine.

That's not wine. That's grape juice.

I know. We're out of wine. But we can
pretend.

I don't need wine to be with you. I love
you. I'm just distracted.

Maybe I can distract you from your
distractions.

Come on, Luce. It's Friday. Take the
night off. Take the weekend off.

Take a lot of things off.

All right, all right. I love what you're
trying to do here.

You know, with the fire and the music
and... Wait.

Is that Gershwin? That's Johnny Mathis.

Singing Gershwin.

Okay. I have to talk to Ruthie and then
I'll be fine.

I'll be right back. Keep the fire going.

Annie, this is Ruthie's teacher.

Oh, Mr. Feinstein. You didn't get fired,
did you?

No, but nice to meet you.

He just wanted to talk to Ruthie
about... Someone in detention.

Wow, things move fast in here.
Detention?

You said study hall.

A euphemism. It was detention, but it's
a longer story.

Hi, anybody home?

Hey, Luz.

This is Mr. Feinstein, Ruthie's study
hall detention euphemism teacher. It's a

long story.

What's going on?

Mr. Feinstein, what are you doing here?

You didn't get fired, did you?

No, he didn't get fired. He just... Oh,
no, I

can't. I can't tell you anything about
Maggie.

That's what you're here for, isn't it?
So you do know your friend's in trouble.

Do you know what kind of trouble she's
in?

That's her name?

Maggie? Big book bag, sweet and
friendly, but spooks easy?

I bumped into her at the convenience
store.

She was shortchanging the manager.

Maybe stealing food.

Ruthie. Ruthie, maybe you could just
tell us where we could find her.

Did you promise her you wouldn't?

Not exactly.

But I don't think she wants anyone to
know what her situation is.

Do you think she'd tell me whatever she
told you?

Maybe. Well, I think we should talk to
her. It sounds like she could use it.

Big time.

Ruthie, do you know where we can find
her?

With all due respect, I think I should
handle this.

Excuse me, didn't you both come to me
for help? I was trying to get to Ruthie

I could get to Maggie.

Yeah, me too.

But I'm the only one of us that she
doesn't know and won't recognize.

Don't forget the idea here is not to
scare her into running again.

You have a pretty voice.

Gershwin brings out the best in a girl.

Here.

Thanks. But if you think this is going
to get you more than a song... No, I

don't. It's just a donation.

And you do know that there are some
shelters in the area?

Been there.

Too dangerous.

Well, you can't just stay out on the
street.

Don't worry.

I won't.

Good night. Look, um...

My wife and I have this garage
apartment, and maybe you could stay

few nights, you know, while you're
looking for something else.

My name is Eric, and your name is... Do
I know you? Am I supposed to know you?

I'm Ruthie's dad.

Ruthie didn't tell me that you're here.
I don't think she even knew. I mean, she

knew that you were working for some
extra cash singing on weekends somewhere

around here.

Mr. Feinstein was worried about you
and... Oh, Feinstein.

Let me guess. When he went to the
principal, they told him that I'm late

school every day and that all the mail,
including my report cards, are returned

back to the school because it's not a
real address, but they don't want to

me out because they tend to feel
horrible about kicking people out who

think are homeless.

Yeah, that's what they think.

Feinstein.

Why does he care?

I don't know. Just seems like a caring
guy.

Teachers are like that.

Most of them aren't in it for the money.

Yeah.

Well, tell Mr. Feinstein thanks for
caring, but right now I have a bus I

catch.

You know, I could drive you to the bus
stop or wherever the bus is taking you.

Shouldn't you be at home taking care of
your own daughter?

Ruthie?

What's wrong with Ruthie? For starters,
she has a hole in her heart you could

drive a truck through.

What do you mean?

She's feeling better about that Martin
guy, but she's not there yet.

Believe me, she's hurting. She barely
got through this week at school.

I gotta go.

Maggie, wait.

I find it very touching that you, in
your situation, would be concerned about

Ruthie. I'll talk to her when I get
home, but please, let me help you.

I can't, Reverend Camden.

I just can't.

But thank you.

Great. Man, I can use that. Thanks,
Rose.

I really appreciate this.

I figured you were probably running low
on fuel about now.

You're incredible.

I'm so sorry that you're doing all of
our wedding stuff on your own. I just...

don't know anything about that stuff,
and I... I probably sound lame right

huh?

A little, but cute lame.

I did come up with a few ideas for our
song.

You did?

Mm -hmm.

What do you think about Embraceable You?

It's a Gershwin song.

Of course it is.

Oh, Simon, it's perfect.

Oh, it couldn't be more perfect.

Embrace me, my sweet embraceable you.

Embrace me.

You and you alone bring out the gypsy in
me.

I love all the many charms about you.

I'm sorry I'm so late, baby. I was
hanging out with my mom until my dad got

home. And then I think I just woke up
Savannah when I was checking on her.

How'd your dad make out? Did he get her
into a shelter?

She won't let him.

But he gave her a little bit of money,
and hopefully that'll help. At least

it'll pay for her bus fare to wherever
she's going.

Bus, huh?

You know a bus line?

I think the one outside the convenience
store was the number seven. I made a

point of noticing this afternoon.

You want to go for a ride?

A ride where?

To find out where the number seven bus
goes.

Now? I mean, couldn't we just get that
information online or from the transit

authority? I'm more interested in
knowing who's on the bus.

We're all awake anyway.

Come on, let's go.

I knew she wasn't over Martin, but I
didn't know she was crying at school.

How could we know?

Do you think we did the right thing
letting her go to the hospital when

baby was born?

Yes, I think so.

Ruth, you just...

She's going to have to deal with this no
matter how hard it is. She's going to

have to get over this guy, let him go.

She just has to.

What are you guys doing up? It's the
middle of the night.

We're hungry.

Rosie woke us up. She was crying.

So we went up the ceiling and watched
her cry.

It was sad.

Then we got hungry.

Well, when I went upstairs, she was
asleep.

She was pretending.

She did that to us, too.

All right, I'll make you a quick snack,
and then you have to go back to bed.

Is Ruthie still up? I'm on my way.

Ruthie?

Sorry, did I wake you up too?

No, no, I was still up.

You mean that I'll be okay?

I thought I was going to be okay,

but I'm not.

I love him, and now he has a baby, and
he loves the baby, and he loves her.

He'll never be okay.

You'll get through this, Ruthie.

Maybe it doesn't look like it now, but
it will.

I don't want to get through it.

I don't see how I'll ever love anyone as
much as I love Martin.

Careful now. You don't want to break
Lucy's crying record.

Everything's broken.

I just love him.

What am I going to do, Dad?

As much fun as this is, I just don't
think that Maggie's going to come here

again. You never know. This is the last
stop on the bus route.

And? And?

Just wait.

Well, if she does come by and sees us
feeding our dogs ice cream, I'll die.

just so wrong. I don't think our being
in a position to make our dogs sick to

their stomachs has anything to do with
Maggie's situation.

Whatever you say, Officer Dunkirk. Thank
you, Reverend.

Homeless people sometimes ride the bus
all night just to have a warm place to

stay. I'm going to give them money for a
hotel for a week, and you're going to

get them into a more permanent place,
alright?

I love you.

Hey, I'm not doing this for them. It's
for me. I can't relax unless you relax,

and you won't relax unless they get
settled. And then I can relax.

See what a selfish jerk I am?

No, you're not.

You're the nicest person I know.

Up already?

Never really got to sleep.

Sorry I kept you up so late and upset
you so much.

You seem to be better.

Yeah, I am. I talked to Liz.

So did I. I should have thought about
Maggie and her family. For some reason I

was thinking run away.

Yeah, well.

Is that the part you couldn't tell me
about her family, that they're all

homeless? No, I still can't tell you the
part I didn't tell you.

You're a genius. You're a musical
genius.

I am?

Rose loved your suggestion.

Embraceable You. That's our song, thanks
to you. Oh, guess what else?

Rose can sing. She sings like one of
those birds that can sing.

Great. Rose can sing.

Oh, it's a grand day.

Guess what else?

What else could top that?

We went out to breakfast with Sandy and
Martin, and I got to hold the baby.

Oh. The baby looks just like Martin. I
mean...

him. He loves the kid. I wouldn't be
surprised if Sandy and Martin got

Ruthie?

Ruthie? What happened?

Simon said Sandy and Martin might get
married.

It's okay, Ruthie. It's okay. It'll be
fine.

Whoa.

I need Maggie. I need detention, and Mr.
Feinstein doesn't have detention

anymore.

There's no music. There's no music in
school.

All we need is music.

Hey, you. Weepy.

Knock it off.

I need total concentration here.

Come on out of there, Weepy.

You're the preacher girl, right?

I guess.

What are you crying about?

It's nothing.

Nothing, huh?

A guy.

It's nothing.

I'm going to be late for class.

What guy?

A guy who I thought I was going to marry
one day, who got another girl pregnant

and had a baby with her.

Oh, Martin Brewer. Yeah, I think there's
another girl around school crying.

Meredith. She was his girlfriend.

Guy had a lot of girlfriends.

We were friends.

The kind of friends who eventually fall
in love and get married, only he took a

left turn somewhere.

The whole thing's stupid. I don't know
why I can't quit crying.

Here's what I do. Since I pretty much
feel like crying every day, I schedule

I wait till I'm on a bus and no one is
around, or maybe they are, I don't care.

And then I ball. For no more than 15
minutes. 15 minutes, then I quit.

Just like that?

Yep. And then I listen to music,
something really good, really soulful.

And I sing.

I sing out on the sidewalk when no one
runs me off.

What do you cry about?

Hand me that belt, would you?

I'm homeless.

My family is homeless.

And I'd...

Let your dad or the counselor or someone
know, but it's just so humiliating for

my parents.

People have tried to help us out.

Okay, promise you won't tell anyone this
part.

Okay. No, promise.

I promise.

My mom and dad can't read.

They just never learned.

And they dropped out of school, so it's
hard.

And they're, like, really embarrassed
about it. I have to fill out job

applications for them, but it doesn't
really help because most jobs will...

have to read something on the job, you
know? Well, I'm sorry.

I'm trying to get something other than
singing.

I sing out on the street.

Lots of people sing on the street.

They've got some great voices out there
singing for their supper.

Well, maybe my dad can help your family
out. I don't know.

It's so hard.

My folks are real proud, and you...

You have problems yourself.

I can't believe that you think that I've
got problems.

It's a guy.

It's not just a guy.

It's a heart, and it's broken.

And it doesn't matter why your heart
gets broken. It still hurts.

Pain is pain.

Maggie, I thought I might find you here.

But, Ruthie, I didn't expect.

Maggie? I know.

Detention.

Ruthie, class started five minutes ago.

You're more than just a little late.

Sorry. You have detention, too.

Isn't it your first attention, is it?

Yeah, it is.

Wow.

But you're in for a treat. It's Mr.
Feinstein this week, the music teacher.

I was hoping to take band or chorus or
music appreciation from him when I

transferred here, but the music classes
are being phased out.

Oh, I sing a little bit, but I've never
taken any music classes here.

The only subject I know anything about
is music.

The reason I learned how to read and
write, the reason I can do math, the

I stayed in school, the reason I'm still
alive.

Oh, maybe we can get him to play
Gershwin. Gershwin is magic.

I think we could use a little magic
around here.

See you later, preacher girl.

What'd you do?

Nothing, really.

What a coincidence.

That's the same reason everyone else is
here.

Somebody loves me, I wonder who,

I wonder who she can

be.

Somebody loves me, I wish I

knew.

Who she can be worries me.

For every girl who passes by, I shout,

hey, maybe you were meant

to be my loving baby.

I wonder who made me.