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When you're a little kid...
You're a little bit of everything.

Artist, scientist, athlete, scholar...

Sometimes it seems like growing up

is the process of
giving those things up.

One by one.

 

I guess we all have one thing
we regret giving up.

One thing we really miss.

That we gave up
because we were too lazy...

Or we couldn't stick it out.

Or because we were afraid.

He's gonna go long!

What a pass!

 

Nice spiral, Joe!

You guys, come in.
Huddle up.

The '68 Jets.

We had all the moves.

There wasn't an imaginary team
in the league that could beat us.

OK...it's late in the fourth,
the ball's on the six...

And Oakland's up by three.

That would be Don Maynard.

In Paul's case, the only
wide-receiver in pro football

that was allergic to grass.

Who am I?

You're Emerson Booser.
You provide vital pass protection.

Blocking? Again? Well, well
why do I always gotta block?

Cuz you're good at it!

Ready...Break!

 

And the crowd's goin' wild...

 

OK...eighty-nine!
Two-hundred-thirty-five!

 

Joe "Willie" Namath...

Fades back to pass...
he's looking for a receiver...

And Maynard breaks free...

Oh, what a block by Booser!

He's all alone

 

He's wide open...!

 

Touchdown!

And the Jets win
twenty-six, twenty-three!

Kevin! It's four-thirty...

 

You better get a move on!

 

And so the AFL
championship game...

Of 1968 came to a grinding halt.

In front of 60,000 screaming fans...
the league's leading passer...

Had to go to his
weekly piano lesson.

 

Ronald Hirschmuller.

He was practically a legend
in our neighborhood.

He always practiced...forty-seven-
hundred hours a week.

He always played everything perfect.

And his mother always bragged
about him to everybody else's mother.

I hated Ronald Hirschmuller.

There.
Finished! How was that?

Nobody plays scales
like you, Ronald.

You want me to play them again?

Do you want me to play
them faster? I can play them faster.

Go home, Ronald...

OK..

Well, I guess I'll see you
next week, of course.

 

Good afternoon, Mrs. Carples.

Good afternoon, Ronald.

 

Oh, and...Good afternoon
to you, also, Kevin.

Seeya, Ron.

Ronald.

Oh yeah - I keep forgetting.

 

Mrs. Carples.

She wasn't exactly a poster-child
for the American Lung Association.

But you could say
what you thought to her...

Which was kinda neat.

So, how ya been this week?

Ahhh. You?

We had the same week.

OK, let's get you warmed up, huh?

Uhhhh! If there was
one thing I hated...

As much as I hated
Ronald Hirschmuller...

It was scales.

 

Why did I do this to myself?

 

Keep going.

 

Well. Your playing sounded
pretty good to me...

I'd guess you must have practiced...

This was it.
Maybe she'd overshoot.

About forty-two minutes this week.

What?!

 

Come on - it was longer
than that. I swear!

I round off to the nearest minute.

Oh...but you said it
sounded pretty good...

"Pretty good" is
not the same as "good".

You know, Kevin...

I'm gonna start to feel guilty for
taking your parents' money

if you don't put
a little more effort into this.

Have you thought about

what you'd like to play
for the recital this year?

the recital?

it's time for the recital again?

already?

I think I'm busy that night.

I haven't told you what night, yet.

I mean, um...I'm probably
gonna be busy that night.

See, I'm in junior high, now.

And there's a lot of
demands for my time.

Last years' excuse
was much better.

Did your uncle ever pull through?

No, really...

I just have a lot to do
besides piano, that's all.

You know, I'm not like
Ronald Hirschmuller.

Uh-hmmm.

Well, it's up to you.

 

So, Kevin?
How was your lesson?

OK.

You know, I bumped into Mrs.
Hirschmuller in the supermarket, today.

And she told me
how excited Ronald was...

About playing in the recital this year.

I didn't know this years'
recital was coming up.

Did you know this years'
recital was coming up?

Well...Yeah...

Are you gonna be playing in it?

Well...
/ Mom...

recitals are for wusses.

Of course he's gonna play.

Wayne, there is nothing feminine
about playing the piano.

And even if there was...

I think it's good that
Kevin is in touch with that.

 

I'm not going to be playing
in the recital, anyway.

I already told Mrs. Carples that.

Why not?

Cuz I just don't feel like it.

Look. I'm not like
Ronald Hirschmuller.

Well, that's too bad,

because, you know I bumped into
Mrs. Carples at the supermarket, too.

Jeez, Mom. Did ya
bump into any food?

And she said...
that you have real talent.

What?!

She said you didn't
practice enough,

but that you have real talent.

real talent.

ok, hold it, hold it

 

when did she say that?

 

And she said it right
in front of Mrs. Hirschmuller, too.

A key bit of information.

But there was still
one thing I wanted to know.

Well...

Did she say I'm as good as
Ronald Hirschmuller?

Well, no...I-I don't
think she said that.

Isn't Ronald Hirschmuller
like really, really good?

 

You as good as
Ronald Hirschmuller...

Fat chance.
/ Wayne!

Now, no one expects you to be as
good as Ronald Hirschmuller, honey...

Look - the only reason he's so
good is cuz he practices all the time.

I never practice,
or I'd be better than him.

Wait a minute. Wait a minute.

Uh...did I just say that?

What do these lessons cost me?

 

Ten dollars, I think.

Ten dollars?

Is that ten dollars a year...
Or ten dollars a week?

A week.

I see.

And your teacher says
you never practice...

Yeah...

And you say you never practice.

Well...I mean, I don't really mean...
never practice...It's like...

And your teacher says
you have talent,

but the reason you're no good
is because you don't practice.

Am I getting that right?

Is that what we're saying here?

I guess...

Well then...

I'd say one of two things
is possible.

Either you're gonna start to
practice like this..

Ronald Hirschmuller
I hear so much about...

Or you're just gonna
quit the damn piano!

 

It's your choice.

 

Funny thing was...I didn't
want to quit the piano.

Mrs. Carples thought I had talent.

And what if I didn't?

What if somebody else,
like say, Ronald Hirschmuller...

Was just always better?

 

Very nice...

I'll see you next week.

A Dieu, Mrs. Carples.

That's farewell in French.

Goodbye, Ronald.

Kevin...

Frere Jacques.

OK, Jacques...Hit the bench.
We got lots of work to do, here.

And if you try to speak
French to me...

I swear, I'll break all your fingers.

 

What's the matter?

 

I'm quitting piano.

You're quitting piano?

Yeah.

Well, would you mind
telling me why?

I-I don't know...I don't practice
enough. It's a waste of money.

Well, who's fault is that?

I don't know...

 

Look. I'm not gonna be
like Ronald Hirschmuller!

OK...

Just...

I'm never gonna be that good...
even if I practiced all the time...

 

He's just more talented than me.

Oh, don't give me that.

You have more talent
in your little pinkie...

Than Ronald Hirschmuller
has in his whole body!

Why, that kid's a machine.

You have a feel for music,
and you know it!

But that's not the point -
who's better, who's worse?

I mean, that's not music!
That's not what it's about!

Sit down!

 

Sit down.

I want you to play something
for me. Pachabel...Canon in D Major.

It's my final request.

 

Keep going.

 

All of a sudden...as I started to play...

It was like...there was electricity
flowing through my veins.

Suddenly, I could do no wrong.

 

There.

That's what it's about.

 

And so, I made my decision.

 

I would sacrifice.

 

Endure humiliation.

 

Deprivation.

 

Grave physical danger.

 

But I would play Canon in D
Major like Mrs. Carples

had never heard it before.

Like the world had
never heard it before.

Like Ronald Hirschmuller...
had never heard it before.

 

Alright, go ahead - take a guess.

You must have practiced
a good seven hours.

Hah! A mere six-and-a-half.

I don't know...
I didn't really keep track.

Well...it was quite a difference.

Yeah?
/ Yeah.

OK - the fish are jumpin'.
Cast out your line.

So...It sounded
pretty good, huh?

No...

 

It sounded good.

It's just a shame your parents
can't hear you play it at the recital.

You got a bite. Now,
play out a little more line...

Well...I don't think
it's good enough for the recital.

Kevin...

You're playing this piece well
enough right now for the recital,

and you still have
a whole week to practice.

Well...I don't know...

It's up to you.

I can't force ya to do it.

OK...

Too much, too much!
Start reeling in.

Uh, well, if you think I'm ready...

 

I do. You're ready!
Play in the recital.

Pretty please, with sugar on top.

Smart fish.

Well...

OK.
/Oh, good...

Alright now...Let's see...
if we can polish this up a little.

Kevin, I'm glad you
decided to stick with it.

 

So this was it.

The dress-rehersal. And I...

Was ready.

 

Leave it to Ronald Hirschmuller...

To actually get dressed up
for a dress-rehersal.

Good afternoon, Ronald.

Oh, hello, Kevin.

Nice suit!
/Thank you.

Did you practice this week?

More than you, I'm sure.

Oh, I'm sure, I'm sure.
So, what are you playing?

Uh, Canon in D Major.

I'd never actually been
hit by a ton of bricks...but -

What?!

Canon in D Major.

But...you can't play that.
See, I'm playing that.

So...

So..don't you know
any other songs?

I know lots of other songs.

But...not as well as
I know Canon in D Major.

Alright! Let's
everybody take your seats!

How could she do this?
She must have known...

What I'll do first..is welcome all
your parents to this years' recitals.

Blah, blah...blah, blah,
welcome.

I would like to introduce
our first student...

Mr. Ronald Hirschmuller,

who will be playing the Pachabel
Canon in D Major. Ronald...

But wait a minute. What was it
Mrs. Carples had said?

This wasn't about competition.

It wasn't about who's better,
or who's worse.

Ronald? Play now...
bow later.

It was about music. And anyway,
maybe Ronald would screw up.

Maybe he'd screw up royally.

 

Maybe the phone would ring.

Maybe a fire-alarm would
go off somewhere.

Maybe someone would drop
a ten-megaton bomb on the roof.

China had 'em now, didn't they?

OK - sure, it sounds perfect now.
But how long could he keep this up?

 

God, you know I don't ask for much.

 

OK, God, OK.

I'll never swear, I'll give
my allowance to the needy...

And I won't use that snotty
tone of voice with my mother, OK?

OK? Just one...lousy...mistake.

 

Now, take a little bow, Ronald.

 

Ronald, sit down.

This was a disaster.

Ronald had played his piece -
my piece...perfectly.

Now, I would like to introduce
our second student.

Good - I needed time to think.

Kevin Arnold.

Now?! Back-to-back?
What was she tryin' to do to me?

Kevin will also be playing
the Canon in D Major...

But I think you'll find it
interesting to hear...

how two different students
interpret the same piece of music.

Kevin...

 

Remember...just keep going.

 

Suddenly...as I started to play,

I thought...maybe I could do it.

Maybe I could still play it,
better than Ronald.

After all, I had a feel for music, right?

If I could just get through it,
without making a mistake.

Or, even say...
I made one little mistake.

 

But then it happened.

I started to feel their eyes...
boring into me.

It was like a chain-reaction.

I couldn't stop it.

 

It just got worse.

And worse!

 

It was the piano recital...
From hell.

 

Then it was over.

 

Hey!

 

You had a little trouble.

OK, so you choked.
But it's no big deal.

You'll do better tomorrow night.

 

Yeah...

 

You know, it's still not too late
to change your mind...

Mom...I told ya yesterday...

I just don't feel like playing
in the recital.

I just don't...want to
take the lessons anymore.

But you practiced so hard!

It's no big deal.

I just don't understand why -
/Mom! I'm just sick of piano, OK?

Dad said I didn't have to take
lessons anymore If I didn't want to.

Can I go out for a while?
Paul and Doug are waiting for me.

Well...
/ Thanks.

Kevin!

 

Don't stay out too late.

 

OK...

 

So, Joe...

You predicted the Jets would
beat the mighty Colts.

And here you are, the game's MVP...
Well, how does it feel?

Oh, it feels great, Jim!
I mean, I can't describe it!

It's like being on top of the world!

Hi, mom!

Well, looks like it's getting
a little dark here in the locker room...

so I guess we'll have to wrap up...

Yeah, it's gettin' kinda late.

I better start headin' back.
You comin', Paul?

Oh, no, not yet. Emerson
wants to be interviewed.

OK! See ya guys later!

Oh, hey, Joe!

Any last thoughts...
For our TV audience?

Tell 'em it's a night
I'll never forget.

 

I never did forget that night.

I remember the light glowing
from Mrs. Carples' window.

And I remember the darkness falling
as I sat out there on the street looking in.

And now...

More than twenty years later...

I still remember every
note of the music

that wandered out
into the still night air.

 

The only thing is...

 

I can't remember
how to play it anymore.

 

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