High Strung

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The music is always

there, burning inside me.

I don't know

where it comes from.

I only know that

if it stays trapped within...

I will be consumed.

I can't remember

when I started dancing.

It's always just been who I am.

Balanchine said,

"See the music,

hear the dance."

It's my first day

in New York City.

My eyes are wide open.

And I am ready to listen.

This is how you start

the day, Krispy. Let's go!

Breakfast going to be

good today, Rik.

Come on, let's go, let's go!

Hey!

Let's go, Rik.

Don't slow up on me now.

Hit it!

All right, yeah.

Drop it, drop it.

Go!

Let 'em fly.

There it is.

Come on, we're gonna be late.

Oh, we're going left, up

here, to the dance department.

- Can you wait just a sec?

- Sure.

So, honey, here we are.

Everything that

you've always wanted.

Thank you for

making this happen.

You made it happen.

Just make sure you call me

if you need anything at all.

- Even just to talk.

- I will, I will.

Oh, mom.

- Call me.

- I promise.

I'll be fine.

- I'll be fine.

- I know you will.

It's just me I'm worried about.

I love you. That's all

I'm going to say.

I love you too.

Bye.

Oh!

I'm sorry.

I was just...

admiring here.

- Ruby?

- I'm sorry.

- She's beautiful.

- Ah!

Alexandra Danilova.

One of our greatest.

So, we have placed you

in division C2.

The dress code is mandatory

for all classes.

Except Contemporary.

And we do not

tolerate tardiness.

Ever.

So, your first class starts

tomorrow at 9:
00 a.m.

Yes, ma'am.

Madame Markova.

Madame Markova.

Any questions?

If there isn't a dress code

for the Contemporary class,

what do we wear?

Use your imagination.

All right, then.

- Good luck.

- Thank you.

What are you doing?

- I'm so sorry!

- Forget it.

Just watch where you're

going next time.

Love your playing.

You're welcome.

- Ruby?

- Yep, you must be Jasmine.

Yeah, but, everyone calls me

Jazzy, except my parents.

- Okay.

- Come on in!

You know, you don't have to ring

the doorbell, you live here.

Oh, right.

I figure this is my bed, so,

I'll just put my stuff here.

Yeah, that's perfect.

- You're on scholarship?

- Yeah.

Me too.

It's my second year.

Hey, how did it go with Markova?

- Great.

- Really?

Someone must have dislodged

a broomstick up her butt,

because normally

she is an uptight witch.

Actually, I'm pretty sure

the broom is still there.

This is cute.

You should wear this tonight.

Um, where are we going?

We're going out.

But, we have class

tomorrow morning.

Yeah and this is your first

night living on your own

in New York City!

We are so going out!

- No, we're not.

- Yes, we are!

- No!

- Yes!

I got the red line

drafted, that's right.

- Hey. -I'm waiting

for the counter.

Okay.

Okay, I'll call you back.

- Hey, hey, Johnnie.

- Hi.

- How are you doing?

- Yeah, not bad.

- You want something to drink?

- No, I'm good, mate.

- You sure?

- Yeah.

Here you go.

It's all there.

Great.

So, when do you think

you'll have it by?

Soon, don't worry.

I'll file the papers as soon

as I get back to the office.

I'll call you by the end of the week.

We should have an update on it.

All right, I mean, thank you

for handling all this.

I guess I'll see you.

- I'll be waiting for your call.

- You got it, kid.

We have the right to be here.

I want to see some ID right now.

Yo! Wait up.

Hey, man.

You live upstairs?

Uh, yeah, Simon's place.

Oh, that's cool.

You gotta love Inwood, right?

Neighborhood is sketchy,

but the price is right.

At least it's Manhattan, right?

Right.

Oh, Hayward Jones III.

- Johnnie Blackwell.

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