I was there to push people beyond what's expected of them. I believe that's an absolute necessity.
Whiplash, by Terence FletcherEither you're deliberately out of tune and sabotaging my band, or you don't know you're out of tune, which, I'm afraid, is even worse.
Whiplash, by Terence FletcherNeiman, you earned the part. Alternates, will you clean the blood off my drum set?
Whiplash, by Terence FletcherListen, the key is to just relax. Don't worry about the numbers. Don't worry about what the other guys are thinking. You're here for a reason.
Whiplash, by Terence FletcherThere are no two words in the English language more harmful than "good job".
Whiplash, by Terence FletcherSix years ago, I came across a kid in a practice room, working on his scales. He was early second year and he'd started at Shaffer with a lot of hope. Like all you guys. But the truth was that he barely squeaked in to begin with and, uh... he was really struggling. The faculty were all telling him, "Maybe this isn't for you." But they didn't see what I saw. This scared, skinny kid, cursing himself because he couldn't get his scales right. I saw a drive in him. And I put him in Studio Band. And when he graduated, Marsalis made him third trumpet at Lincoln Center. A year later, he was first. That's who you're listening to now. His name was Sean Casey.
Whiplash, by Terence Fletcher