Now Stevie, now don't be nervous, honey, ok?
I'm gonna go in and I'm gonna introduce you and then you're gonna come in with your guitar and you're gonna play that nice, nice music you were telling me about
And while you're doing that, I'll be sitting in the back of the room
We'll have such a good time, so don't be nervous honey
It will relax everybody and we'll be so happy
I'm gonna go now, I'll introduce you, ok?
Heads up. Now you kids you, all of you, calm down
That's good, ok
Everyone in your own seats, that's good. Ok
Now, little Stevie Vai is going to play a composition on the guitar
He wrote it all by himself
Ok. Stevie, bring your three friends up, they can play with you
That Stevie Vai, what a nice little boy
I wrote this song for all my friends
When I grow up, I'm gonna be a famous rock 'n' roll guitar player
Love it, eh, he, he, go ahead
And that is my whammy bar. And it's gonna be loud
Don't you think that's a bit loud? Boys!
It's getting to loud! You're getting out of control, boys
Stevie, now calm down class, calm down. Mr. Vai, you've gotta turn it down
What did you say, you want me to turn it down? You mean down like this
That sounds like noise, Mr Vai, and I want it stopped. You all got detention
Uh, oh, here comes trouble
Ayy, Vai, are you outta your mind? You guys, ya don't back off
You must be crazy. I'm gonna flip out, I'm telling you
If this is my final flip out, you guys are gonna go with me
Ah, shut up
Will you two stop dancing like that
Frankie, leave that girl alone. We're not gonna have another incident like Mildred
Come here to me
Vai, don't you hear me?
Come here you little snit
Wait 'till I get my hands, don't run away
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, Vai. Knock it off. Get off my desk
Hey Andrea, check this out
Oh, Stevie, you promised me you'd play nice music
People out of control, dancing on the desks, playing with girls
That awful noise just makes people go wild
You gotta turn that music down, Stevie, please
I'm fearless in my heart
They will always see that in my eyes
I am the passion
I am the warfare
I will never stop
Always constant, accurate, intense
Mark my words, you'll never amount to anything, Steve Vai
You'll see, you'll be a bum, in the streets
A bum, that's it, a bum
I thought you were such a nice little boy
You know what? Your mean, you got a mean, nasty, vicious streak
Why don't you just quit school? Move to California with all those other bums
Go, that's where you belong, with all those crazies out in California
Maybe you'll become famous, ha
That's the funniest thing I've ever heard
You, famous? With that noise? ha, I'll see you in jail. Give me a break, Stevie, stop it
You'll see, mark my words