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This is not a bird course, people.

It's a lot of hours and hard work

so pick a production you like!

My cousin's school did "Pippin."

Or, oooh! "H.M.S. Pinafore"!

Jane: Kill me now, please.

Guys, let's be real! Parents are coming.

At least give 'em something sexy, like "Chicago."

Oh, sexy convicts.

High school kids are supposed to identify?

-Well, you want "Mamma Mia"? -Oooh!

Condescending, much? Maybe it takes more than five minutes

to find a show that works for everybody?

Maybe you have a point.

Mr. Lavigne: Glad we sorted that. Anyone else?

Big passion for high-school drama?

Onstage, kinda.

Offstage, no way.

Hmm.

Too bad for me.

♪♪

♪ Whatever it takes ♪

♪ I know I can make it through ♪

♪ If I hold out ♪

♪ I know I can make it through ♪

♪ Ooooh-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh ♪

♪ Be the best ♪

♪ The best that I can be ♪

♪ Whatever it takes ♪

♪ I know I can make it ♪

♪ I can make it ♪

♪ I can make it through ♪

♪ Whatever it takes ♪

♪ I know I can make it through ♪

♪♪

-J? -Oh! (Laughs)

-Thank you. -You're welcome.

Oh, sorry.

Spin, you think you wanna maybe invest

in some morning help?

I don't know.

Why buy the cow when she pours the milk for free?

Oh, and smells like stale coffee

for her trouble. Fantastic.

Whoo!

Nice. Beautiful.

Now hug.

(Laughs)

When did you two become so intimate, anyway?

We have 52 shared Facebook friends.

And five common stalkers. Blocked.

Manny: (Exhales sharply)

Love the walking, hate the freezing.

I'm all conflict-y.

Don't they let you out in L.A.?

L.A. sidewalks are for hand-prints only.

But I like the part

where I actually get paid for acting, so...

Hey, um,

is it hard being apart from Jay?

-(Laughs) -Really?

'Cause Spin and I are attached at the hip 24/7.

And you don't want to kill him yet?

Hey, Jane.

Jane's friend.

Whoa. Who's Johnny eyebrows?

Who Declan? Rich-kid transfer.

He's in my theater production class.

What? It's a bird course.

I needed an arts credit.

You sure you didn't need Declan's undressing-you eyes?

(Groans)

I thought Mrs. Spinner Mason was off the market.

Santos, I'm allowed to say hi!

(Disbelieving laugh)

And finally, the cafeteria was half-empty at lunch

because it's freshman take your kid to work day.

Enjoy the niner-free zone while it lasts!

Hey,

I'm sorry you're stuck here today.

How you feeling?

About not having any parents around

to drag me to work?

I don't really feel anything.

Bored, mostly.

Well, in that case,

I have a whole batch of photocopying

I could use help with.

Is it okay if I just read today?

Yeah.

Well, if you get more bored,

let me know.

♪♪

♪♪

So the taps drip, and you really gotta slam the door.

Give 'er. Got it.

Yeah. Thanks for taking up the lease.

I never wanna see that place again.

-No problem, dude. -All right. Later.

See ya, dude.

Jane! Hey, come here.

Spin, what's going on?

Just the best news ever!

You know how Pete ditched the band

and the loft, right? So we have nowhere to practice?

I guess. Go on.

Check this out.

(Keys jangle) Boom!

Now it's my loft.

(Laughs)

Declan: Jane and The Dot guy!

Who knew?

Um, Spinner, this is Declan.

He's in my theater production class.

And according to your lady, I'm condescending.

Ah! That's Jane- sweet and subtle.

(Smooches)

Jane: Um, just a sec.

Listen, uh, we should work on a pitch for the show.

If, if you want, if you want, I mean.

Yeah sure, I'm in.

Don't keep The Dot guy waiting.

Nice one. Left-side, huh?

Yeah. I wanna get both sides down.

Well, let's see it again.

All right, don't second-guess your footing.

Are you some kind of expert?

They call me Coach Carson.

I'm helping out with the midgets.

You're on the team?

I'm on the bench. Grade nine.

Grade nine? the fact that you're out here means-

I have no parents to bug at work.

More time to practice, right?

Get you off that bench

and into the starting five?

(Scoffs) As if that would happen.

Maybe.

Let's see a Mikan drill.

♪♪

(Police sirens wailing)

(Door slams shut) Mmm. Bad-ass!

All right.

(Lands with a thud)

Stereo- precious. Everything else? Go nuts.

Unpack your brains out.

Hey, wireless still works!

No-homework zone, Vaughn.

Um, this homework is important.

Spinner: A party on my first night!?

Jane: We gotta kick it off right, no?

So I should probably teach you the new tune.

Unless you wanna hum.

I was talking to the guys.

We need a new lead singer.

We want you to be the newest Stud.

Wow! Wait, wait-

but, Spin, being in a band together?

That's pretty intense.

What?

-Yeah. -No! Don't be so negatory!

You hang out with us all the time,

you're practically a dude,

it's perfect!

You...

...are the best.

Yeah. I'm in.

Yes! Sweet! I'll tell them.

(Keyboard clacking)

♪♪

♪ I am on your mind ♪

♪♪

Hey. See, babe?

You come into town and I deliver a party.

That is the Jay Hogart guarantee.

Hey, don't be stealing Jane's lightening, okay.

This whole party was her idea!

(Self-effacing chuckle)

It's thunder!

(Laughing)

Look who happened to stop by!

Shut up!

Oh, hey.

Hey! Got the e-vite,

was in the area.

Oh, I'm glad it was convenient.

Danny: Jane, let's go!

You're up!

What are you, the Studz roadie, now?

Not quite.

♪♪

♪ I slam around and waste away, waiting for you ♪

♪ I'm starin' at the ceiling like I live in a zoo ♪

♪ Good times, good times ♪

♪ Good times, good times ♪

-♪ Good times, good times ♪ -Whoo!

♪ No time to waste ♪

♪ No time to waste, good times ♪

♪ Come on, don't stand around, make a move ♪

♪ I'm staring at the ceilin', I got nothin' to do ♪

♪ It's all good times, good times ♪

♪ Good times, good times ♪

♪ Good times, good times ♪

♪ No time to waste ♪

♪ No time to waste ♪

♪♪

(Music fades, mellows)

Spinner: What'd you guys think?

So what'd you think?

You guys are in the zone.

And the Studz always have those raw lyrics.

Yeah. No hiding those teen-boy emotions.

Rage and hormones.

See now, that's our show.

That's our show.

Yeah! Take songs from Degrassi bands,

and the lyrics are, like, the script!

Do you think they'll go for it?

Hmm. Maybe.

You think your boyfriend noticed who you were singing to?

You see what you want to see.

That was what I wanted to see. And I had a great view.

Think Dot man would mind if I walked you home?

Saw the view in the dark?

Uh...

Goodnight, Declan. Sweet dreams.

-Okay. 'Bye. -Okay.

-Hey, thanks for having us. -Yeah. Thanks for coming.

Spinner: Guys, go!

Go.

-Good job, Jane. -Thanks.

-Thanks. Enjoyed the show. -See you.

Good night, good night.

Thanks for coming!

(Sighs)

You took Studz to a whole 'nother level tonight!

Thanks. It was a rush.

I have something to show you, okay?

Okay.

Ikea's finest? I don't get it.

It's a drawer.

Your drawer.

I want you to move in with me.

Spin, wha-

where's this coming from?

From my head! Look,

we both know I'm not goin' to cop college anymore.

That was a before-you thing.

This? This is my life now.

We're- We're young, though.

I, I thought we agreed not to rush this stuff?

(Sighs) It's-

it's not rushing it's-

it's knowing, Jane.

Tonight, you and I kicked ass. Together.

I- I've got university.

Maybe far away.

But our home will be here.

I-I need some time to think.

I'm- I'm sorry. I'm- I'm gonna go.

Jane. Never-

♪♪

(Sobs)

♪♪

♪♪

Jane: Most bands sing about stuff we all think about anyway.

Declan: So Jane said,

let's make those lyrics the actual story-line.

In short, it's a rock opera.

Written by Degrassi bands.

Produced by us.

Uh, yeah, guys. That's wicked!

Mr. Lavigne: Really innovative.

Original music,

telling your own stories, your way.

I think we've found our show! Hmm?

(Enthusiastic applause, chatter)

Mr. Lavigne: I will need to assign positions.

Um, our producers are Jane and Declan.

Congratulations.

For the rest of you, please write out

the top three positions you're most interested in.

And submit them to me.

I'd also like a couple sentences

accompanying each position enlightening me-

Jane: I'm getting mixed signals.

Wait, back up! Who are we talking about?

The boyfriend or the flirt?

Sorry. Declan. Mr. Hot and Cold.

Mmm. Classic move. Makes you pay attention!

He'll be back for more.

Thank you! I so need the girl-translation of this stuff!

I had serious family stuff this year,

and Spin was so good.

Yeah, but when was the last time

he made your stomach flip?

Repetition. You're nervous.

Connor, we have a game, remember?

The grade tens have a game.

We sit on the bench and wait

until one of them gets hurt.

Some of us want to make an impression.

(Banging loudly)

Jason: I like that!

You guys you look like winners.

Do you feel like winners?

Boys: (Shouting) Yeah, Coach!

Jason: Okay, let's do this!

I got five guys who are going to lead-

Elliot, Nick, Shawaughn,

Ethan and Zack.

The rest of you guys be ready.

Lets go!

Connor: I guess I'll save you a seat.

(High-fiving)

Jane!

(Indistinct voice over P.A.)

Hang on, I wanna talk!

Oh, it must be 3:30.

Time for you to say something cryptic?

Whoa, is this about this morning?

Look, nothing happened this morning, okay?

My foot had a spasm.

Gimme a break.

You know I think you're smart and damn cute.

But you're taken, so I'll try not to make it hard on you.

Listen, why don't you come over tonight?

We've got a big music room.

We'll focus on the show.

Strictly as friends, right?

Friends, peers, collaborators.

Call it what you want.

Well, we're mature people.

No reason we can't be alone in a room.

-(Laughing) Right? -Yeah.

(Laughs)

Player: Pass here!

Those your parents or something?

Yeah. If I ever get a chance to play,

they'll buy me a solid gold Ferrari.

Player: Over here!

Player 2: Okay, let's go. Let's go!

(Whistle blows)

Guthrie! You're in!

All right, set your screens.

Find the open man.

Show me what you got. Go. Go, go.

Player: Okay, come on.

♪♪

♪♪

(Takes deep breath, sighs)

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

Jason: Come on, Guthrie! Head in the game! Rebound! Rebound!

♪♪

(Board buzzer sounds)

Player: Over here! Over here!

2-2!

Jason: Come on, watch it!

(Whistle blows)

(Board buzzer sounds)

(Whistle blows)

Referee: Foul! 1-1, Blue.

Sub! Zack!

Guthrie, take a seat.

Coach, don't. I can do it!

Enough! I'll talk to you later.

-Coach, I'm sorry. -Sit down.

I get it. I suck!

(Door bells chime)

Jane. You need a burger? What's up?

Some awesomeness. Degrassi chose our rock opera idea

-to be the show! -That's great.

You came all the way here to tell me that?

Why, do I have to announce myself

or something? Am I in your way?

Jane, are we fighting?

No.

No, of course not.

I'm going to Declan's tonight to do some work for the show.

Unless- Unless you have stuff here

you need help with? I mean, I could stay.

No. No, no, no. Go do your homework.

I hafta clean the grease traps, and...

Really? You do?

Okay.

Yeah.

Listen, um, about yesterday?

The whole moving-in thing?

There's no pressure, okay?

I'll call you later.

Okay.

♪♪

Bye, Spin.

(Banging loudly)

(Lands with a thud)

Coach wants you back out there.

Yeah? On the bench?!

Why you so mad? We're winning!

He put me in, Connor, and I screwed it up! Massively.

He told me to get you so I'm getting you.

Come on. Let's go.

Why, so he can yell at me again?

So what? Coaches yell.

My dad used to yell at me.

I'm done with basketball.

What? We have playoffs!

Forget it!

I'm done!

(Whistle blows)

Here's the rest of the house, I guess.

Australia.

Uh, Tanzania.

And, uh, oh!

Well, hello puberty,

I'm just feeding a giraffe, right now.

Amateur.

My pics back then?

Scabby knees, braids, the end.

Why do girls have this idea

that tomboys aren't hot?

It's so odd.

Speaking of odd, it's been two hours

and we haven't done any work yet.

Good point.

Um, here.

My bedroom has a huge keyboard in it.

You're not exactly subtle, are you?

So there's vibes here, right?

Well, can vibe with a lot of people,

but it doesn't have to mean anything.

Then why aren't we at the library

instead of your big empty house?

Because in exactly five seconds...

...I'm gonna kiss you.

Five...

...four...

...three-

♪♪

(School bell rings)

♪♪

♪♪

Returning to the scene of the crime, huh?

Sorry about the mess.

Look, son. I know your situation.

Group-home life's gotta be tough.

But I'm not letting you get away from me that easily.

Even after I almost blew the game?

Look, it's not about the game.

It's about the whole season.

And my role is to bring out the best

in my players, on and off the court.

We're in this together, got it?

Except for cleaning up the locker room.

That's all you.

And, hey, if you ever do want to talk to me,

basketball or not, you let me know.

For sure, Coach.

-Okay. -Thanks.

Now, clean it up.

Manny: Santos school of breakups.

One, do it fast. Rip the Band-Aid.

Two, don't mention the other man.

And three, no hugging. It gets messy.

I'm gonna be sick.

Common side effect.

But it'll be okay, Jane.

Promise?

Okay.

Thanks.

(Police siren wails)

Morning, sunshine.

Spin, we have to talk.

♪♪

I just, um...

-I think that- -No.

Look, if you're going to do this,

do it quick, okay?

But remember I love you.

Whatever it is, I can fix it.

I can't...

I can't move in.

A toothbrush, sweater maybe.

But i-it's just not the right time for me,

and I think...

Dude, I was sweating!

Do have any idea what I thought you were gonna say?

Are you kidding? Don't be crazy!

Aww, the lovebirds.

Jane, we, uh, down for homework?

Tonight? Um...

Absolutely.

♪ What would you say if told you that I'm not giving up? ♪

♪ How ever long it takes ♪

♪♪

♪ Whatever it takes ♪

♪ I know I can make it through ♪

♪ If I hold out ♪

♪ Oh, oh ♪

♪ I know I can make it through ♪

♪ I know I ♪

♪ I know I can make it through ♪