Summer (Manager)
Summer is a high-achieving girl who hates nonsense. Initially, she absolutely despises Dewey, but comes to love the band—or, perhaps, the power that comes with it—and is willing to do anything to see it achieve. Summer is one of the brightest students at Horace Green, as shown by the fact that she has significantly more gold stars on the achievement board than any of her peers. Throughout the film, she is convinced that winning the "Battle of the Bands" will look good on her college application.
Those students interested in auditioning for the role ofSummer will need to sing "Time To Play" and read some lines of dialogue as well (see below).
Summer is a high-achieving girl who hates nonsense. Initially, she absolutely despises Dewey, but comes to love the band—or, perhaps, the power that comes with it—and is willing to do anything to see it achieve. Summer is one of the brightest students at Horace Green, as shown by the fact that she has significantly more gold stars on the achievement board than any of her peers. Throughout the film, she is convinced that winning the "Battle of the Bands" will look good on her college application.
Those students interested in auditioning for the role ofSummer will need to sing "Time To Play" and read some lines of dialogue as well (see below).
Audition Song: "Time To Play"
Time To Play Lyrics | |
File Size: | 56 kb |
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Time To Play Karaoke | |
File Size: | 1699 kb |
File Type: | mp3 |
"Time To Play" Lyrics:
Hey, ain't got all day. Get moving.
You. No one comes through that door.
No distractions, no delays. This is for our resumes.
So, it's time to go hardcore.
No talk, no gum smacking. Cell phones away.
Go punk and start packing. Get to work, it's time to play.
Wake up. Stop daydreaming. Do as I say.
Get those guitars screaming. Clear the room it's time to play.
You. Go on and cue the lightboard.
You. Show them the new hot moves.
Look rebellious, act more crude. Bring your best bad attitude.
Band, get ready and let's groove.
Hips out and heads banging. Worked up sashay.
Now bring the whole gang and hustle up it's time to play.
Hands high and fists pumping. Sneers on display.
Let's get this joint jumping. Bring it on it's time to play.
Has the microphone been tested? Check. What about the stand? Check.
Please stay at hand and rested and await my next command.
Are the pyrotechnics ready and synced to the routine?
I'm counting on you Sophie, don't screw up the fog machine.
Who got the speaker cable? Come on, this isn't hard.
Get extra if you're able, put it on you're mother's card.
What about the song list, printed like I said?
If you brought the wrong list, I swear to God you're dead.
Got the flanger? The phaser? The pedals and effects?
Make sure he remembers or I'm breaking both your necks.
Keep your voices rested. Warm up before you sing.
I'm of course prepared, and that leaves just one thing.
You. Can we review the costumes?
Geez. Don't be a tease. Let's go.
Look, we don't have to waste, while you're trying to find some taste.
Fine. Here's the design. How low!
Six strings and drums beating. Don't stop halfway.
Let's leave some ears bleeding. Turn it up it's time to play.
Don't slack, there's no cruising, no way Jose!
This band is not losing. Bring the noise it's time to play.
Rock the mics it's time to play.
World watch out it's time to play.
World watch out it's time to play!
Hey, ain't got all day. Get moving.
You. No one comes through that door.
No distractions, no delays. This is for our resumes.
So, it's time to go hardcore.
No talk, no gum smacking. Cell phones away.
Go punk and start packing. Get to work, it's time to play.
Wake up. Stop daydreaming. Do as I say.
Get those guitars screaming. Clear the room it's time to play.
You. Go on and cue the lightboard.
You. Show them the new hot moves.
Look rebellious, act more crude. Bring your best bad attitude.
Band, get ready and let's groove.
Hips out and heads banging. Worked up sashay.
Now bring the whole gang and hustle up it's time to play.
Hands high and fists pumping. Sneers on display.
Let's get this joint jumping. Bring it on it's time to play.
Has the microphone been tested? Check. What about the stand? Check.
Please stay at hand and rested and await my next command.
Are the pyrotechnics ready and synced to the routine?
I'm counting on you Sophie, don't screw up the fog machine.
Who got the speaker cable? Come on, this isn't hard.
Get extra if you're able, put it on you're mother's card.
What about the song list, printed like I said?
If you brought the wrong list, I swear to God you're dead.
Got the flanger? The phaser? The pedals and effects?
Make sure he remembers or I'm breaking both your necks.
Keep your voices rested. Warm up before you sing.
I'm of course prepared, and that leaves just one thing.
You. Can we review the costumes?
Geez. Don't be a tease. Let's go.
Look, we don't have to waste, while you're trying to find some taste.
Fine. Here's the design. How low!
Six strings and drums beating. Don't stop halfway.
Let's leave some ears bleeding. Turn it up it's time to play.
Don't slack, there's no cruising, no way Jose!
This band is not losing. Bring the noise it's time to play.
Rock the mics it's time to play.
World watch out it's time to play.
World watch out it's time to play!
Summer & Dewey Dialogue Audition | |
File Size: | 64 kb |
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Dewey: What’s your name?
Summer: Summer Hathaway.
Dewey: Summer hath a way of driving me bonkers! Burned!
Summer: Do you have any questions about our schedule? Mrs. Dunham starts with vocabulary, followed by a word quiz, then she divides us into reading groups-
Dewey: How interesting. Snore. Don’t you see that Mrs. Dum-Bum is not your teacher today? I am. And I say it’s time for recess.
Summer: My parents don’t spend fifty thousand dollars a year for recess.
Dewey: What?
Summer: Mr. Schneebly, this poster tracks our achievements. We get gold stars for how we do in class.
Dewey: What kind of sick school is this? This is a tool of the man.
Summer: The who?
Dewey: Not The Who, the Man! Don’t you know who the man is? The man is everywhere. In the White House or down the hall. Ms. Mullins is the man. At Horace Green, she’s the man.
He’s to blame for Global Warming, taxes, tuxedos and parking tickets. He kidnapped Shamu and put her in a chlorine tank.
Summer: So what are we supposed to do about it?
Dewey: You’re supposed to fight him! With Rock N Roll and spirit and everything you’ve got to give.
Summer: That’s all very well, but how can we be graded or get any gold stars today if we just have recess?
Dewey: Now listen! As long as I’m here, there’ll be no gold stars and absolutely no achievements! We’re gonna have recess all the time! Geddit? I said recess! Go!
Summer: We’ll see what Ms. Mullins has to say about this.
Dewey: No we won’t. Not if you want to live to see tomorrow. Now go!
Summer: Summer Hathaway.
Dewey: Summer hath a way of driving me bonkers! Burned!
Summer: Do you have any questions about our schedule? Mrs. Dunham starts with vocabulary, followed by a word quiz, then she divides us into reading groups-
Dewey: How interesting. Snore. Don’t you see that Mrs. Dum-Bum is not your teacher today? I am. And I say it’s time for recess.
Summer: My parents don’t spend fifty thousand dollars a year for recess.
Dewey: What?
Summer: Mr. Schneebly, this poster tracks our achievements. We get gold stars for how we do in class.
Dewey: What kind of sick school is this? This is a tool of the man.
Summer: The who?
Dewey: Not The Who, the Man! Don’t you know who the man is? The man is everywhere. In the White House or down the hall. Ms. Mullins is the man. At Horace Green, she’s the man.
He’s to blame for Global Warming, taxes, tuxedos and parking tickets. He kidnapped Shamu and put her in a chlorine tank.
Summer: So what are we supposed to do about it?
Dewey: You’re supposed to fight him! With Rock N Roll and spirit and everything you’ve got to give.
Summer: That’s all very well, but how can we be graded or get any gold stars today if we just have recess?
Dewey: Now listen! As long as I’m here, there’ll be no gold stars and absolutely no achievements! We’re gonna have recess all the time! Geddit? I said recess! Go!
Summer: We’ll see what Ms. Mullins has to say about this.
Dewey: No we won’t. Not if you want to live to see tomorrow. Now go!