Mr. Holland's Opus - "The bus stops at King's Drugstore, tomorrow night."

Mr. Holland's Opus - "The bus stops at King's Drugstore, tomorrow night."

 

 

 

 

Mr. Holland.

How was I?  The truth.

 

- You were great.

 

I owe it all to you.

 

- [Chuckling] No. Nope. I just accompanied you.

 

Mr. Holland, I'm doing what you said.

 I'm going to New York. I'm gonna be a singer.

 

- You know, someday, we're all gonna say that we knew you when.

 

No, you don't understand. I'm going tomorrow.

 

- What?

 

There's a party at Miss Olmstead's after we close the play. I'll be there to sort of say good-bye to my friends. They don't know... but the bus leaves from downtown at midnight; I'll be on it.

 

- Rowena. [Sighs] Oh, Rowena.

- You know, when I said that you should go to New York, I didn't mean right away. You have so much time.

 

If I wait, I'll never do it. I'll end up waiting tables or working in some store. It has to be now. 

You could come with me. 

I know you think I'm just a kid.

I know you're married and you have a son.

 

- Rowena.

 

I know. Don't you see? You could be writing great music.

The bus stops at King's Drugstore, tomorrow night.

 

- Listen, uh, some of the kids are having a party, and I really should make an appearance.

- Do you wanna come?

 

Um, I should get Cole home.

 

- Okay, okay. Well, I'm not gonna be late. All right?

 

You pack light.

 

- You got a place to stay?

 

Y. W. C. A.

 

- That's the name of a guy that I used to play in a band with. I've already called him.

- He and his wife are expecting you.

 

This isn't the way I imagined it.

 

- But it's the best way.

 

[Bus Approaching] 

- Good-bye, Rowena.

 

[Exhales]  [Sighs]

- I love you.

 

I know.