Step Up Revolution Page #3

the Wynwood thing, right?

They're one of the best contemporary

dance companies in the world, Dad.

You know how I feel about this.

How many people make it as a dancer?

One out of 1,000? One out of 10,000?

- Yeah.

- It's one thing to dance when you're a kid,

and it's another thing

to try to make a career out of it.

Thanks for the support.

I'll have the eggs Benedict.

Fruit and yogurt?

Fruit and yogurt for the young lady.

Hi.

Oh, my God! I am so sorry.

It's all right. No problem.

Emily, most people would kill

for an opportunity

like the one

I am practically begging you to take.

You work hard, you could end up running

the whole company.

I just don't understand the attitude...

I'll grab you another orange juice.

Emily! I'm talking to you.

I heard you.

Let's agree to this.

Either you're a professional dancer

by the end of the summer,

or you come home to Cleveland

and work for me.

We used to see eye-to-eye on everything.

You remember?

Emily and Dad versus the world?

What happened?

We can still see eye-to-eye, Dad.

We can.

I just also wish that you could want for me

what I want for myself.

Sorry.

What are you doing?

I was just getting off of work.

I heard the music.

I'm Sean.

You're Emily, right?

We've met at the club.

I know.

You do?

That's funny. It didn't seem like you did

when your dad was around.

My dad doesn't need

to know my every move.

Sorry. I'm just upset.

It was beautiful, by the way. Your dance.

Thank you. It's okay. Kind of boring.

What are you talking about?

You're an incredible dancer.

Not good enough.

For what?

An audition.

A routine I have to put together.

It's not like you're gonna

know the company.

Try me.

It's called Wynwood.

Olivia Brownyn's company.

Yeah, they're amazing.

You know Wynwood?

Well, I dance.

And there's this space-age technology

called the Internet now.

Right. Sorry.

Doesn't matter anyway,

because I'm probably not gonna make it.

- Can I make a suggestion?

- Sure.

Incorporate some of the moves

you did at the club.

That girl was not boring.

I can't just do whatever I want.

There are rules.

Hey!

Break the rules.

What are you doing Friday night?

- Why?

- There's something I want to show you.

What is it?

Just trust me.

Be at this address Friday night at 8:00.

Thank you, but I'd rather work through

this on my own.

I get it.

Daddy might not approve.

And wear something nice.

What a day, huh?

Listen, bro,

I want to talk to you about this morning.

I would have walked out with you, but...

You don't need to do that, man.

Then we'd both be out of a job.

Listen, we'll do a few more Mobs,

get the hits,

we'll win that money, okay?

Okay.

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