A Cinderella Story: If the Shoe Fits Page #3

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Thanks, Georgie, but my stepmother

would never, ever allow me to audition.

That's it.

- What?

- Audition In disguise.

Okay, I'm sure you're great with makeup

and your brushes and stuff, but I doubt...

Pout for me.

I'm not so sure about this.

Shush, shush, and shush.

Yeah, let's begin.

Bull's eye.

Oh, hey, Georgie, who's your friend?

- You know me. I'm...

- She's a guest, Eddie.

She's a guest. You need anything,

you just... You let us know.

I can sweep. Sweep your room.

We sweep... We sweep rooms. We...

He didn't recognize me,

and I've worn his coveralls before.

Okay, don't know what that means,

but I feel vindicated.

Now you have to audition.

Georgie, look, your makeup brushes

are like magic wands, but I can't do this.

My family will

recognize my voice Immediately.

Then disguise it. Here we are.

It's not like, "I'm Olympia!"

It's like,

"I'm Olympia. I'm here. I'm yours."

Okay, I'm going-

- I'm gonna do this.

- Okay, go.

Okay, I'm gonna go.

- Tess, go.

- Okay.

You're not listening to me.

Wow, Janet, you look great,

and don't worry.

No one will even notice that huge vein

bulging out of your forehead.

Young lady.

Are you a VIP guest?

I didn't see you at the brunch.

Um...

The trolley broke.

The trolley?

Yes, it's a bloody shame.

The trolley broke.

I know you from somewhere.

No, um, I don't think so.

The Niedermeyer Bar Mitzvah?

Did we Hava Nagila?

I don't think I had that pleasure, ma'am.

- Oh, you didn't have that pleasure.

- No.

Mmm-hmm. Mmm-hmm.

The National Dog Show in Philly?

Afraid not. I'm a cat person.

- You even smell familiar.

- It's vanilla!

It's my deodorant.

It's all the rage In London, England.

Very interesting.

- All right.

- Yes.

I've got my eyes on you.

Oh, that won't be necessary. It's okay.

Cheers!

God save the Queen

in London,

where I'm from.

Whatever. All right, Olympia...

Oh, that was close.

She has a big finish.

Okay, thank you, dear.

Next.

A little louder, please?

Next.

Prepare to be amazed.

Faster. Faster.

No, no! Stop! Stop! Stop!

Okay. Go ahead.

Ah...

Right.

What doth ye lads fancy?

What do we doth fancy, Freddy?

You're supposed to come prepared, sweetie.

Right.

Just one second.

Could you please play

Stuck on the Outside for me?

Thank you.

Well, it's pretty average.

What's your name?

Uh...

- Cinderella.

- Cinderella?

- Mmm-hmm.

- Oh.

- Ironic. Hmm.

- Just a bit.

I like your top.

I've got a pair of boxers like those.

Go London. Patriotic.

Whereabouts are you from?

I can't quite find your accent.

You can't? It's odd.

I'm from... It's a small farming village.

It's just north of London. It's called...

It's called Yorkshirer Puddingshire.

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