So, she says to me, "So what, you think
you're better than everyone else?",
so I go, "Well, pretty much, yeah,"
which was just me being... Tori, come on!
[gasping] The new play roster!
Hold my coffee. Move.
- Excuse me. - Hey.
[chuckles]
These are so good.
What's so good?
The list of plays for the new semester.
Oh my God, I am perfect for all these.
Is Moonlight Magic on there?
Yeah, number four, why?
Andre wrote the music for it.
He wants me to try out for the lead.
You? [chuckles] Why?
Take your coffee and go.
Oh, somebody fell down on the wrong side
of the parking lot.
I hear you signed up to audition for a play, Moonlight Magic.
Uh-huh. Andre wrote the music
for it, and he wants me to play the lead.
- You should. - Yeah? - But you can't?
Huh?
Not until you pass "The Bird Scene."
"The Bird Scene?"
Here at Hollywood Arts, every student
must successfully complete "The Bird Scene"
before they can audition
for any and all school productions.
Very good! Quiet down!
[stomping]
The Bird Scene. Huh?
Tori, the stage is yours, though you can't take it home.
It was 1934 when my husband left me, alone.
Living on the prairie was a dreary existence,
no telephone, no radio.
Only a large, majestic bird with whom I shared my feelings.
My question rang true, for that afternoon,
the bird left... And so went my spirit.
How was that?
What do you mean?
Did I do the scene, right?
Oh. No, not at all.
Okay, then what did I do wrong?
You'll have to perform the scene again tomorrow and get it right,
or else you cannot be in Andre's play or any other.
But can you tell me what I did wrong?
No, I can't.
- I don't get any feedback? - That is correct.
- But- - Drive by acting exercise.
You're all terrified dolphins, go.
Live the fear!
Live the fear.
[chatter]
Oh, come on.
How am I supposed to do the scene right
if no one will tell me what I did wrong?
I thought you guys were my friends.
I'm not your friend.
I was hoping we could be more than friends. Hmm?
Number one rule of the Bird Scene,
no one's allowed to help you.
No one.
Where's Tori?
Here.
Oh. [chuckles]
- You brought curtains. - Let's do this.
Very good. Ladies and gentlemen, once again, the Bird Scene,
starring Tori...
- Vega. - Vega.
[music playing]
It was 1934 when my husband left me, alone.
Living on the prairie was a dreary existence,
no telephone, no radio.
Only a large majestic bird, with whom I shared my feelings.
[whistling]
One day when I was feeling low, I said to him,
"Oh bird. You can fly.
You can soar miles from the lonely place,
yet you stay... Why?"
And apparently, my question rang true,
for that afternoon, my bird left...
and so went my spirit.
That... was impressive.
- So did I get it right? - Nope.
- I did to get it right. - Tori, listen-
I'm not trying to be disrespectful,
but do you know how hard I worked on the scene?
The scene I just did was good.
And I'm proud of it, no matter what anybody thinks.
You just passed the Bird Scene.
[cheering, applauding]
But- but you said-
Tori, the whole point of the Bird Scene is
to teach a performer like yourself
to believe in your own choices, no matter what others think.
We are artists and a true artist does not define success
based on... approval from others.
A true artist, need only please himself,
or... herself.
It was only wrong when you asked...
if it was right. Hmm.
Drive by acting exercise, you're all elderly people
walking barefoot on broken glass. Go!
[groaning]
What?! I can't hear you!
[groaning]