(Spoken)
On the first day of acting class, Mr. Karp, puts us upon the stage with our legs around each other, one in back of the other, and he says: "Okay, we're going to do improvisations. You're on a bobsled and it's snowing out and it's cold. Okay, go!"
(Song)
Every day for a week we would try to feel the motion
Feel the motion
Down the hill
Every day for a week we would try to hear the wind rush
Hear the wind rush
Feel the chill
And I dug right down to the bottom of my soul
To see what I had inside
Yes, I dug right down to the bottom of my soul
And I tried, I tried!
(Spoken)
And everybody's going "Whoosh! Whoosh! I feel the snow, I feel the cold, I feel the air." And Mr. Karp comes up to me and he says: "Okay, Morales, what did you feel?" And I said
(Song)
"Nothing
I'm feeling nothing,"
And he says "'nothing' could get a girl transferred."
They all felt something
But I felt nothing
Except the feeling that this bullsh*t was absurd!