Aaliyah meets world

Aaliyah meets creativity part 3

Interior. John Quincy Adams Middle School.
Jonathan:You brought me here to watch this?
Riley:Enjoying the show, Uncle Jonathan?
Jonathan:No, I'm not. Matthews, why am I here?
Maya:It was my idea. If you're gonna do this, then you should watch it happen.
Jonathan:Cory, why would you tell them I'm doing this?
Cory:Because you're a bad, bad man, and I love it when it's somebody else's fault.
Maya:What are they gonna do with the art room that's more important than art?
Jonathan:This will be a test taking class.
Riley:We need to be tested on how to take a test?
Jonathan:We're testing it out.
Cory:Why do you hate art so much?
Jonathan:Matthews! Girls, I am not for this.
Riley:What?
Jonathan:My hands are tied. I'm the superintendent of schools. I answer to the panel for educational policy. I mean, all this, it comes from them. I'm not the enemy here.
Cory:Yes, he is.
Jonathan:Matthews!
Cory:Turner!
Riley:You wouldn't get rid of this?
Jonathan:(looks at Riley's painting) Ah, I'd get rid of that forever. (looks at Maya's painting) But that's a real loss

Riley:I'm better than you now. I am Riley, the artist, and you are Maya, the artist's best friend.
Ms. Kossal:(looks at Maya's painting) Thank you for working on light and shadow, Maya.
Maya:Yeah, I look around outside now. I watch the light move during the day. Thanks for teaching me that, Ms. Kossal. Hey. Are you okay?
Ms. Kossal:I get emotional when I'm around talent. (looks at Riley's painting) And now I'm fine.
Riley:Come on!
Ms. Kossal:What did I tell you about only using purple?
Riley:Are we gonna do this again?
Ms. Kossal:Why is everything purple?
Riley:Because you hide the purple from me and I find it!
Ms. Kossal:Are you finger painting?
Riley:I believe you favor Maya over me.
Ms. Kossal:Oh, yeah? Well, let's explore that. Let's see if I have unfairly judged you. Today's assignment...
Riley:Uh-huh.
Ms. Kossal:...Was the doorways of New York.
Riley:Yep. Yep.
Ms. Kossal:You were asked to specifically focus on...
Riley:Unique doorknobs. Uh-huh. Yeah.
Ms. Kossal:...And paint it from memory.
Riley:I did.
Ms. Kossal:You painted a cat.
Riley:It's a door.
Ms. Kossal:It's a cat.
Riley:The whole thing's a door. (pretends to open painting like it's a door) Anybody home? Okay, I'll come back later. (closes painting) Don't let the cat out.
Ms. Kossal:Maya has something very special, Riley. She paints from a place that few of us are able to reach.
Riley:That's because she has an awful life.
Maya:I love it when I'm reminded.
Ms. Kossal:Take a look at Maya's work.
Riley:I want to know what's behind that door.
Ms. Kossal:So does the artist... Because I think it's been closed to her up until now.
Riley:I'm gonna get you in that door, Maya.
Maya:Oh, I know you are, Riley.
Ms. Kossal:Good. Because it's Maya's last painting.
Maya:W-wait, why is it my last painting?
Ms. Kossal:Well, it's your last one for me, you beautiful girl.
Maya:What's going on?
Ms. Kossal:Our school is running out of money. They're cutting art and music classes, effective after the next school board meeting.
Riley:What? How will Maya learn? What comes after light and shadow?
Ms. Kossal:What about you, Riley?
Riley:Who cares about me? I stink. What about Maya?
Farkle:And what about drama? My one-year suspension from not being able to audition for any of the plays ends on Tuesday. I'm gonna be Pippin!
Riley:They're not putting on "Pippin".
Farkle:I'm gonna be Pippin in whatever they're doing.
Zay:Nobody better cut my ballet. Yeah, that's right-- Ballet. That's why I'm so sinewy.
Lucas:Sinewy?
Zay:Hey, you spend your time hitting baseballs, I spend my time lifting beautiful girls. Ms. Hart? Shall we dance? (Maya has a stunned look) We shall not.
Ms. Kossal:Ballet-- Gone. Art, music... Drama, dance, all of it-- Gone.
Riley:Maya?
Maya:It's okay, Riles. Just another door closed.

Interior. Mr. Matthews' History Classroom.
Cory:The Dark Ages--
Maya:They're cutting art class and you want to talk about the Dark Ages?
Cory:The Dark Ages was a time of cultural deterioration.
Maya:What does that have to do with me?
Cory:The Dark Ages was the decline of the creative spirit of an entire continent.
Maya:What about me?
Cory:The Dark Ages is when they cut the art class at this middle school right now. And you, Maya Hart-- Yes, you, Maya Hart, the one I'm looking at right here-- Can't paint anymore.
Maya:You know, a good teacher lets the students get there on their own.
Riley:(has her hand up) Daddy?
Cory:Riley, if you put another purple cat on our fridge, I swear I'm moving to Brooklyn.
Riley:Scratch my nose. I won't be dry until math, and Mrs. Kravitz scratches my nose like she doesn't want to. (Cory scratches Riley's nose) That's like a daddy would.
Cory:So... Why were the Dark Ages dark, Pippin?
Farkle:People lost interest in art and music because it was taken away from them.
Lucas:Well, I don't want that for Maya. I want Maya to be happy.
Zay:Hey, Maya, it looks like Lucas here's gettin' all fired up on your behalf.
Maya:Thank you, Lucas. But it's just an art class.
Lucas:I feel bad. They're taking away something you're very good at.
Maya:You've never said that to me before.
Lucas:I've said it.
Maya:Yeah, but not, like straight to my face when you were looking at me. I can't remember you actually l--
Lucas:You're a great artist, Maya.
Zay:Well, he lookin' at you now.
Lucas:You have a real talent. And I want you to be able to get better and share it with people.
Zay:Now they're just lookin' at each other and not sayin' nothin'. Are they saying anything? No? Well, I wonder that they're thinkin'.
Lucas:I don't want them to take away your art class, Maya.
Riley:Bay window! Bay window right in five hours.
Maya:Okay.
Lucas:Who's gonna do something about art class?
Maya:I'm sure that'll be Riley.
Riley:Nope.
Cory:Well, I know you guys would like me to step in here--
Riley:Nope. This is bigger than you, Dad.
Cory:You're right. This is. In fact, this decision comes directly from the New York City school board.
Riley:That's not what I'm talking about. If they're gonna put us in the Dark Ages, then who's gonna get us out?
Cory:Ah. Funny thing about that. You know who did get us out? Artists.
Riley:Ah.
Cory:Michaelangelo, Da Vinci... There was an explosion of creativity called the Renaissance. Maya, I would think you'd have something to say about that.
Maya:Cut the art classes; don't cut the art classes. What have I ever been able to do about my life? And now my little purple friend will go crazy.
Riley:Not this time, Maya. You're the artist, and I'm just the artist's best friend.