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your nose shivers.

- You're exhausting!

- (CHUCKLES)

I stole her identity.

What? You stole it?

Are you insane?

- (WIND BLOWS)

- Whoa! Whoa! Uh-oh!

- Whoa!

- Victor!

(SCREAMS AND GRUNTS)

Victor! Victor!

- Whoa!

- Victor!

- Come back! Don't leave!

- Whoa! I'LL BE BAAAAAACK!

Again?

SONG:
You're gonna be somebody

You'll be bigger than Mars...

Oh!

Walk on your star...

- Walk on your star...

- Yeah!

You're gonna take the title

like the champion you are

From Ibiza to L.A.,

London to Qatar

You'll be somebody...

(FELICIE GIGGLES)

You'll be somebody...

(PANTS AND GRUNTS)

You'll be somebody

You're gonna be somebody...

Whoo!

You'll be bigger than Mars

You'll be somebody

You'll be somebody...

And to finish, the splits.

- (GRUNTS)

- Hmm?

- (CRACK!)

- (CHUCKLES)

Now rise.

(GRUNTS)

The class is over,

and the person

who's leaving us today is you.

You have the energy of a bullet,

but the lightness of

a depressed elephant.

Pack your trunk!

Ahem! (GROANS)

- Rise, please, mam'selle.

- But I like it here!

Rise now!

(GRUNTS) I'm stuck!

Get her out of here.

Didn't you say

one person per class?

Very well.

Until the next audition.

Then it really

will be bye-bye.

Merante hates me.

Don't say that.

That's just his way.

No, she's right. He hates you.

If he could, he'd smash

your kneecaps with his cane.

Oh, I have no chance.

- There's always a chance.

- Not always.

This might be one of those times

there's no chance at all.

But I really wanna stay here.

Then you have 12 hours

to work really hard, listen,

push yourself

and then work some more.

(GASPS)

('RUSSIAN DANCE'

FROM 'THE NUTCRACKER' BY TCHAIKOVSKY)

(GRUNTS)

- Who is that?

- Rudi from the top boys class.

Holder of the Best Cheekbones

at the Opera award.

I love him!

He's so blond and shiny.

(GIGGLES)

- (WHISPERS) Oh, wow!

- (PURRS)

- (LAUGHS)

- (BOTH GIGGLE)

Ooh! You are new, yes?

Yes.

- She's Camille.

- She has two eyes.

Ha! You have spirit, Camille,

but your dancing sucks.

- (GIRLS GRUNT)

- It's mine!

Who does he think he is?

Until we meet again, Minoushka!

Only in your dreams.

- Felicie?

- (GASPS)

- What are you doing here?

- I can explain!

There is nothing to explain.

Wait! Wait!

(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)

(MELANCHOLY MUSIC)

(SIGHS)

Whoa!

I'm sorry! Triple sorry.

If there was a bigger word

for 'sorry', I'd say it.

I let you into my life,

and you lied to me.

I don't like lies.

I could lose my job

because of you.

I get it. I messed up.

But you don't understand.

Since I can remember,

I've wanted to dance.

And when I saw Rosita Mauri

and she did those amazing moves,

I knew that's what

I wanted to be.

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