"7 years ago as the students work on a test in science class, a gust of wind from the open window blows a paper full of math equations off the Teacher's desk
Unnoticed by the teacher, it lands at the Prodigy's feet
Already having finished the test, he picks up the paper
His face lights up as he begins writing"

Teacher:
I can't believe this can't be true
How could you know?
I've tried to solve this
For as long as I recall

This is your work? Be honest now
How did you do it?
I'm not angry, boy
But I really need to know

Prodigy:
I'm sorry, sir, I can't explain
It's the way I've always been
You see, the numbers just appear
Before my eyes

Rival:
Don't believe him, no! He is envious!
I've felt it from the start
In every class
I've always been the genius
And he just wants to be like me

Don't let him deceive you
He's nothing but a fake
A sad pretender
Trying to take my place

Don't let him deceive you
He's nothing but a fake
A sad pretender
A total waste of space