Barbie in the Pink Shoes

[TCHAIKOVSKY'S "DANCE OF THE CYGNETS"

PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS]

NATASHA:

Dakotah! Arms.

Casey, where are you looking?

Gabrielle. Smile.

And a one and two

and three and four.

Head up, Casey,

watch the audience not your feet.

Now, on the beat.

Perfect.

Head direction, girls.

Stay together. Clean fifth.

- Tight angles, girls. Be precise.

- Two and three and four.

KRISTYN, DILLON & NATASHA:

And two and two and three and four.

I can't believe I remember

every single move of this dance.

You did it, like, six years in a row

or something, right?

Seven.

Dillon. Okay, you are hereby

ordered to stop growing.

Your sleeves fit you last week.

TARA:

Shh!

- DILLON:
Since when are you

the shush-monster? - I'm sorry, guys.

I don't wanna be a downer

but I have three solos to think about.

So can we have some focus, please?

STAGE MANAGER:

Dillon, Tara, you're up next. Let's go.

She's got three solos?

[MUSIC STOPS]

It's close, girls, but continue to practise

downstairs with Madame Marguerite.

You need to focus

on every single step, Holly.

- It's Hannah.

- That is right, my dear.

Every move must be precise,

exact, controlled.

You will be perfect.

Yes, madame.

NATASHA:

And who is next?

Last rehearsal before the show, Dillon.

Let's make magic!

Ugh, she's so obnoxious and so dramatic.

KRISTYN:

And so good.

[TCHAIKOVSKY'S "BLACK SWAN PAS DE DEUX"

PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS]

Nicely done.

[SIGHS]

I wish I could dance

the Black Swan pas de deux.

Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Bingo.

[GRUNTS]

[MUSIC STOPS]

- Yes! Hoo-hoo! That's my girl! Whoo-hoo!

- Perfect.

TARA'S FATHER:

Yahoo!

[WHISTLES]

You guys were amazing.

Of course we weren't going all out.

Saving something for the show tonight.

That's why those positions

were so sloppy, right, Dillon?

- Sloppy?

- You looked perfect to me, Dillon.

Really? We've got more work to do

than I thought.

NATASHA:

Let's have the milkmaid number.

Lower the cow!

Hailey, where's my bucket?

Check.

- Dance like nobody's watching!

TARA:
Because nobody will be watching.

Except the cow.

A simple "break a leg"

would have been nice.

[PULLEY SQUEAKING]

Oh...

["MILKMAID DANCE"

PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS]

Nice. Good.

Oh, no.

That's not the choreography.

What's she doing?

Something awesome...

...that's gonna get her

in a whole sack of trouble.

Stop! Stop the music! Stop everything!

That means you, Kristyn!

What? Whoa!

[GRUNTS]

Miss Faraday. This is not

the choreography we rehearsed.

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to.

Is it your goal to get the attention

of the international ballet scouts tonight?

Uh, yes, madame.

Then I strongly suggest that you follow

the choreography that I have given you.

- This is cutting into my rehearsal time.

- Shh!

I've seen other girls

attempt to dance their own ideas...

...and I promise you

that story does not end well.

I don't mean to, Madame Natasha.

I just get caught up in the music

and the flow...

...and my feet just do their own thing.

You can do that "own thing"

if you like, Miss Faraday...

- ... but it won't get you anywhere.

- I understand, madame.

You're a good dancer. You could

be another Tara if you do as I say.

- Isn't that what you want?

- Yes, madame.

NATASHA:

Take five, everyone.

DILLON:

Are you okay?

- Dillon.

- Thanks. I'm fine.

Come on, Kristyn.

Let's get you some new shoes.

TARA'S FATHER:
Hey, yo. Uh, madame.

- Yes?

- She can do it.

- What?

Tara, Tara, she can do the solo

for that Faraday girl.

Oh! Ha-ha-ha.

Where are my manners?

Hey, turkey jerky?

All protein, madame.

I'll set the line-up after rehearsal,

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