School for Love (Futures vedettes)

SCHOOL FOR LOVE

MUSIC AND DANCE CONSERVATORY, VIENNA

- You messed up! - I did not!

- We'll be late. - She's right. Go and tell him!

OK. We're running late, Maestro. May we leave?

Yes, you may!

My fingers are frozen. I won't be able to play!

- Good luck! I'll see you later. - OK.

No, kids, I don't know anything at all.

I've got nothing to tell you! The list will be posted at noon.

Here comes Mr. Walter and the director.

Good day, Sirs.

Group practice. History of music.

Harmony. Piano. Fencing. It's too much!

- It's excessive! - I know!

The curriculum is challenging,

but a student is like a bottle of fine wine.

It's always best when it's full to the top.

But our students have no free time.

- Did you hurt yourself? - No.

See! They're overworked.

You're throwing them into a panic!

She's OK. She's still laughing.

- Someone stole my leotard. - It wasn't me!

This place is full of thieves!

Ask Madeleine.

- Did you take my leotard? - No, I did not!

Your sister took it.

She always takes my things! I'll show her!

- That's my leotard! - I thought it was mine!

- Give it back! - We're almost done.

- Give it back! - Quit bothering my students.

Go and get dressed.

Immediately!

That's good. Exactly as I had expected.

It's quite extraordinary that someone of your age

can master pieces like that.

Your phrasing is unique,

but you should work on certain technical elements.

You sometimes play too softly, for example.

I know,

but I get carried away by the music every time.

Someone as talented as you shouldn't do that.

Yes, but...

Thank you, Maestro.

Goodbye then. What did you practice?

- Schubert's dances. - A very good choice!

- Tired? - A little.

- Take a bite. It's good for you. - Thanks.

- Do you think he's handsome? - He's a little old.

- I heard he's a party animal. - How awful!

Do you know why so many women fall for him?

Yes, do you?

Yes.

No, that's ridiculous. Don't change the key.

- Yes, Maestro. - While you're at it,

- sing a few arpeggios. - Yes, Maestro.

Guess what I found out about the Maestro.

- Eric Walter? - Yes, Eric.

I know why his wife left him. He beat her.

- No! - Yes.

- With what? - I don't know.

- Maybe with his belt. - Probably. What a man!

Take a seat.

Not bad, but you should hold the high notes longer though.

OK.

Who'll start today?

Mr. Prolog, what do you have for us?

- The Pagliacci prologue. - Go ahead.

We'll soon know this one by heart!

He'll interrupt him. You'll see.

Hello, it is I!

We know that. Move on...

You know that part...

What is it?

No, you're off-pitch.

Try again.

No, not...

OK then, if you insist!

No, don't just rush to the end like that.

Like this...

See?

OK, you need to work on it.

Miss Pascale?

No, I can't sing today, Maestro.

- Do you have a cold? - No, but I feel pressure here.

- I've had it for a week. - You shouldn't have gone out.

Miss Lukas.

Monstrous!

Who taught you to hold the bow like that!

Poor Bach is turning in his grave!

Murderer!

Murderer!

Try again!

- Were you playing Muller? - Yes.

- I knew it. - How?

- It reminded me of your kisses. Kiss me. Someone might see us.

I asked you to kiss me!

You're a scaredy-cat, aren't you?

Yes.

Then kiss me again.

- That was good. You may go now. - You're so kind! Bye.

- See you later. Don't forget! - I won't.

Excuse me, sir. Where's Mr. Walter's class?

- Second door on the right. - Excuse me, sir!

Mr. Walter doesn't like to be disturbed. Who are you?

Berger, Mr. Walter's valet.

- I have a telegram. - Is it urgent?

It's from his wife, who's performing in Salzburg.

Ms. Koukowska? They're divorced.

They are not divorced. They are separated.

That's the same thing.

He must be annoyed because she's famous too.

Two stars in one household!

If you're sure it's urgent, go ahead and disturb him.

- No, I'm not sure it's urgent. - Then read it.

I did.

She wrote, "I need to see you, Marie."

I see. Is that good or bad?

- There's not a lot to go on. - Exactly.

- Wait until after his class. - That'd be prudent.

Breathe slowly and don't forget you're on a stage.

Your voice should carry all the way to the gallery.

A wonderful voice can fill an entire hall.

Three thousand people should hang on every note.

Continue.

OK. Thank you.

Your middle register was better

and that improved your high notes.

That wasn't bad, but don't rush through it.

Take your time, breathe.

I was a little out of breath.

Breathe in.

You're not breathing properly.

I've told you this before!

Don't breathe from up here, but from down there,

- right where your belt lies. - Yes, Maestro.

You should exercise every morning

and strengthen these muscles

and develop your ribcage.

Yes, Maestro.

Take a seat. That wasn't bad.

Miss Petersen.

I gave you my heart

You gave me yours

One head exchanged for another

Happiness followed by happiness

I gave you back your heart

Nobody else has given me their heart

You got your heart back

Mine is lost forever

Thanks, Miss. You can finish tomorrow.

That was very nice. Bravo.

Thank you, but I don't need help getting dressed.

- Goodbye, Maestro. - Goodbye.

- Goodbye, Maestro. - Goodbye.

I'd never really noticed Sophie Dimater.

She's childlike, yet very sensual.

You're lucky. He didn't even listen to me.

He'll listen next time.

Cover yourself up or you'll catch a cold.

Our next class is in 2 days. I can't wait that long!

You love him more than I do!

I do and he makes me so happy!

You're silly, but you're fun.

- Any lessons this evening? - Yes, a guy from Munich opera.

- What is it, Berger? - An urgent telegram, sir.

Is there an uprising?

No, we posted the list of students

selected for the conservatory's annual concert

- Is it bad news? - I don't know.

- Go Rudi! - Are you on the list?

I forgot to check!

Are you sad you weren't chosen?

A little, but I'm happy for you.

Just as I thought.

She earned her spot in Eric's bed.

- In Eric's bed? - Explain it. She tires me!

Do you know how babies are made, Erica?

Yes, you get married first.

You're such a prude!

Do me a favor. Go to the nearest bookstore

and ask for the original edition of the Kinsey report

- Erica! - OK, I'm coming.

Could you pose for Dad this evening?

Of course! Thanks, Elis.

I'll go there right after lunch.

- Come to my place later? - OK. See you later.

We'll take 3 salted pork and 2 escalopes.

- I'll get the drinks. - And some bread!

- My treat. - Are you rich now?

Elis got me a job posing for her father, a sculptor.

Do you pose in the nude?

He likes it when I pose in tights

so he can capture my natural shape.

Three salted pork and two escalopes.

Two escalopes.

Hey, that's my steak.

Your smoking is killing my vocal cords.

Their home is strange.