Leap! Page #5

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- Oh, I don't believe it!

- Ahem!

So every girl in this room

has a chance

to dance in my new ballet,

except you.

You've all worked hard,

except you!

You are here

because of talent and guts.

- Except me.

- Exactly!

Starting tomorrow,

we'll have an audition.

One of you will be

eliminated each day.

So, tomorrow, little rich girl,

no matter what strings you pulled

to get here,

that will be you!

But my mother serves

the best prime rib in Paris!

I am a vegetarian.

(GULPS)

First, second. Second.

No, second, third.

Third? Third?

- Third, fourth.

- (PANTS)

Fifth? Fifth.

First. Second.

- Hello!

- Third. Third?

Bonjour! (CHUCKLES)

- Fifth, sixth.

- How are you?

- There is no sixth.

- Well, I'm happy to see you too.

- Oh, Victor!

- Hello!

I have so many things

to tell you!

Me too.

(SIGHS) Wow! This time,

it's really broken.

Can you do something?

Don't worry, I've got it.

I am the winner

of our little bet.

(CHUCKLES) What bet?

You know, the one about

who gets their dream first.

- I am going to be an inventor!

- Really?

You're just jealous that,

in 24 hours,

I've got a job with the man

who is building that!

Did you bump your head

when you fell in the boat?

Nope!

Yesterday, after

you got separated,

I just took a quiet walk

around the streets of Paris.

It was all good, totally good.

I was really not scared at all.

I met some charming locals

who helped me find my way.

And you will never believe this,

but then I stumbled on

a Breton bar

and I got a big, warm

and friendly welcome.

They welcomed me like

a brother, a son, a nephew!

And then I met this super guy

called Mathurin.

We talked, we laughed,

we danced together,

and then my new best buddy and I

decided to head home

to his place.

And you are never, ever

going to believe this

but he works in the atelier

of Gustave Eiffel,

the nicest, best

and most magnetic inventor

in the whole world!

I am going to be

the most famous engineer's

right-hand man.

Oh, and I've gone back to square one

with my chicken wings.

I am now working on

combining air velocity

with fibrous catchment systems.

I'm trying a kite.

- Wow! I made progress too!

- Really?

I'm a dancer. Yes! Yes!

A student at the Opera.

And soon I'm going to be

an toile at the Opera de Paris.

You, a dancer at the Opera?

OK, and may I know

how you came to be at the Opera?

By the door,

I saw some lights and...

- Liar!

- OK!

It's Camille Le Haut,

the one who broke my music box.

- Liar!

- She wanted to apologise.

- Liar!

- Let me finish.

- Liar, liar...

- So, she gave me the letter

- Liar, liar, liar...

- that allowed her into the Opera.

When you're lying,

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