A Cinderella Story: Once Upon a Song Page #4

And if he hates the song,

leave the disguise on.

Okay.

I'm going to the dance.

That's my girl.

Maurice, no, no.

Again, in Franais, longer legs.

I wouldn't go in your closet

for a little while if I were you.

What? Why?

Hey. Wake up.

Katie!

The cat has pooped in my closet.

I need you to clean it up.

Go.

I told you we don't have a cat.

Angie, heads up.

Katie!

What's going on?

Nothing.

I am, uh, re-organizing and labeling. I...

I took up crochet.

Do you want new socks?

I would make you a sweater, but I hear

that the arms, that they're really hard.

Oh, you thought you could sneak off

and go to the dance.

After what you pulled today with Guy.

Oh, no, no.

Oh, no, no, no.

You're on Victor watch tonight...

...tomorrow night and every night.

Fun.

I'll give Victor all the mothering

you don't have time for.

Oh, I wish you could be my mommy.

I'm off to my cinnamon colonic.

Hey. Get down.

You're gonna break yourself.

Or worse, the furniture.

Hello?

- Hey.

- You look like you're having fun.

- Always.

Well, I couldn't let you not go to the dance

without me.

Besides, we have six hours

of shirtless Team Jacob.

So let's just get this party started.

- So is Victor driving you nuts?

- I swear to you, he's not human.

I mean, can you really blame him, though?

Just look at this family.

Victor, what are you doing?

Oh, no. Great.

Eh, she actually looks prettier

that way.

True. Ugh. Whatever.

Why did I ever think that tonight

could've been something special.

Think Bev's all over Luke at the dance

right now?

They're probably making out. See?

- Victor, give it a rest.

- Just check it out. Come on.

Luke is gonna produce

whoever wins the Showcase.

So we need a little insurance.

- I know what I'm doing, Mother.

Do you?

I can't take it anymore, okay?

I'm taking my life into my own hands.

I'm talking to Luke.

- Finally.

- Okay, but we have gotta be home...

...before Gail gets here.

What about the demon spawn?

Mm-hm.

Right.

Okay, just watch him.

Hmm.

Is that all you've got, Angela?

Ravi?

My sister could catch that, jerknut.

Put some nuts in that sack, ref.

Miss Katie, I am most startled.

Obviously.

All right. All right. Don't hate me.

Okay, don't hate me. I'm sorry.

But my name ain't Ravi. It's Tony.

- Tony.

- Tony Gupta from Jersey.

- From Jersey.

- I am half Indian.

My friends call me Meatball

because I'm half Italian.

Truth is I always wanted to be an actor.

But I never got my shot.

I'm working at KFC,

and one day, Gail comes in...

...she's like, "Are you Indian?"

I'm like, "What?"

She's like, "Are you a guru?"

I'm like:

"Who is asking?"

She says, "Someone

who's paying for some spiritual guidance."

And I'm like, "Whaa! It's a miracle!"

I finally get a chance to do

a total immersion into a character.

Real training and I get paid.

Are you kidding me?

Ravi is my King Lear.

You wanna hear

the monologue from My Fair Lady?

- Oy, mate.

- No, thanks.

I'm sorry I barged in. Whoops.

Your secret's safe with me, okay?

But I need to ask you a favor.

- Meatball.

- Ha, Meatball.

Please watch Victor tonight

so I can go to the dance?

Are you kidding me? Done.

Blow it up.

Thank you.

Whoa.

How am I supposed to find Luke

if everybody's got a mask?

I never said this was

gonna be easy. Let's do some recon.

I am Assistant Principal

Dorothy Plumberg.

No drinking. No texting. No kissing.

Luke? No. Luke Morgan?

No leaving the premises

and no experiencing joy of any kind.

Luke? Ugh.

Where is he?

That reminds me.

I got a new act for you to listen to.

- Now?

- No time like it.

- Dude, not again...

- We're called Big Pain Ticket.

I wanna kiss your apocalypse

Wrap you in my Armageddon

Sing you a twisted serenade

They're good, but I'm worried

that chain saw's unsafe.

Dude, the chain saw's,

like, the best part.

I think I found him.

Well, he is blond.

Oh, my God, what is she doing here?

I hate teenage desperation.

What are you doing here?

Oh, honey, the prize pig

doesn't win the blue ribbon...

...by covering up its third best asset.

A, what does that even mean

and, B, did you just call me a pig?

Honey, I saw you making sweet love...

...to a plate of Swedish meatballs

at the snack table.

It's now or never, babe.

- What if she recognizes me?

- I'll distract her. Go.

- So was I right or was I right?

- You were right.

You have very cool taste.

Any more auditions in the men's...

...and you're fired.

- I know your secret.

- Which secret is that?

I heard you sing at school.

You were amazing.

Do I know you?

- I wanna show you something.

- What's your name?

Angela, what are you doing?

I'd like to make a request.

I will make your night. I promise.

Miss Van R.

Is it true you wanted to be a dancer

when you were younger...

...but were never good enough?

Who told you that?

Well, now, how lovely.

But I've seen better dancing

in a Filipino prison, sugar.

Oh!

Really? Because I think

I just challenged you to a dance battle.

Would Luke Morgan please pick up

the white courtesy phone?

Luke Morgan, white courtesy phone.

Hold on. What is that?

You've never seen a guitar before?

You hid a guitar in there.

You hiding anything else?

Follow me.

Oh, wow.

Madam, while your exquisite eyes

tell of a radiant, but mischievous beauty...

...I have grown impatient.

Off with your veil,

so that I may know the truth.

Or not.

I'm hoping this answers

a lot of your questions.

I can see it from the spark in your eyes

You believe in all the things

You've denied

You wanna fly

And leave your worries behind

Don't you? Don't you?

Well, now I'm knocking

At your front door

And I'm looking for the right cure

I'm still a little bit unsure

Okay, now take off that veil.

Uh-uh.

I think I've blown something.

Does anyone else smell cinnamon?

Move it, fatso.

You can never tell where this might go

Okay, you are blowing my mind.

You have to show me who you are.

- We have to go.

- What?

- Come.

- No, Ange.

In the middle of a really big moment

right now.

Someone had an accident

and went home.

I'm so sorry.

What...? You...?

Hey. Wait.

But who are you?

Over here. Go, go, go.

- We beat her.

- I love you for this.

Interesting babysitting attire.

I should've known

you'd go behind my back again.

And that Paula Abdul wannabe,

trying to distract me.

Don't talk about her like that.

Your friend wants to be a choreographer,

if memory serves.

She might've made a decent one

if she hadn't gotten herself expelled.

Guess she can kiss

them Juilliard dreams goodbye.

Look, I'll do whatever you want.

Okay? Just leave Ange out of this.

That depends if you pull another stunt

like tonight, sugar.

- I won't.

- I'll be taking this.

Only her eyes were piercing out

through this veil, but her voice...

How hot was the girl

on a scale of one to 10?

- An 11.

- The hotness scale only goes 10.

Yeah, this girl has love potential.

- Ooh, love.

- Shut it.

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