Another Cinderella Story Page #2

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It's one thing to dance with your feet.

It's another thing

to dance with your heart.

Let's start with some sun salutations.

Inhale and exhale...

...and inhale and exhale.

Oh, my God. It's Joey Parker!

- Hey, what's up?

- Joey.

Joey, as I live and dance,

I'm so glad you had the time to stop by.

How could I say no to you?

Girls and boys, I know all of you

are planning on enrolling in his competition.

I thought you might like

to learn some moves...

...from the man who made them famous:

Joey Parker.

- Okay, how you guys doing?

- Great.

Yeah?

You ready to show me what you got?

Okay, nice.

I'm gonna start off the combination.

I'm gonna show it to you slow

and then we speed it up, okay? Follow me.

Five, six, seven, eight.

Hit, one, two...

That's right.

Five, six, watch me.

One, two. Three, four...

Seven and eight. One, two...

Five, six, and seven, and eight.

One, two.

Let's just do the whole thing up to tempo,

you ready?

Okay, your energy's about a five,

I need a 10.

Here we go.

Oh, come on.

Okay, okay. You guys got

the moves down. That was great.

Why don't we do it again?

We'll break it down, do it slower.

So you can put your own style on it.

And make it your own.

We'll start in the same spot.

Here we go, ready?

And five, six.

And five, six, seven, eight.

Oh!

Yeah.

Okay, one last time.

Five, six, seven, eight.

Nice. Now, if you guys can dance

like that in the competition...

...we're gonna have some serious fun.

- What did I say about cell phones in class?

- Oh!

Where are you?

The most important luncheon of my life

and you forget?

I'm sorry. I'm on my way.

I'll be there soon.

I don't want whispered excuses.

I want crab puffs on a tray.

Hello?

I have crab puffs to make.

Then you know who's coming over.

It's just your crush: Joey Parker.

I don't have a crush on Joey Parker.

Oh, no? Then what's this?

Hi, I'm Mary and I'd like to send this video

to Joey Parker because he rocks.

What's this? A freakish stalker...

-...with an embarrassing crush on Joey.

- Snap.

You went through my stuff.

No, just watch. It gets better.

I love you so much, Joey.

And you're totally kissable.

This is for you.

The dork princess.

Troll. She's a troll.

That's not our only copy.

Jinx, give me your Vera Wang.

Give me your Jimmy Choo.

- No, seriously?

- I said it first.

- You shut up.

- Oh, stop.

That's it.

Ow! Mom!

Have another crab puff, Rod.

Mom, he's hungry. It's been 40 minutes.

Look, you asked me to come, I'm here.

- But five more minutes and I'm out.

- I'm right behind you, JP.

Joey, I know that you and Dominique

have had your differences...

...but try not to bring up

the time she dissed you on TRL.

She didn't mean it.

How do you call someone overrated

and not mean it? That's just disrespect.

Shh.

Joey, doing a duet with Dominique

means reaching her audience.

Like Daddy and I.

And if doing a duet means that Mommy...

- The family can have another house, well...

- Okay, Mom, you have a house.

Okay?

Nobody's bought a Dominique CD

in years. I mean, she's not cool.

I think she's cool.

Thank you. Exactly.

Hi.

Look at all of these beautiful people.

Well, I'm so sorry

to keep you all waiting.

But it took 20 minutes

to descend the staircase.

But it was worth it, don't you think?

Hello, Rod. No, no.

Evie. No, no, no.

- Young man whose name I don't know.

- I'm...

Oh. Shh.

Wow, that's some dress.

Oh, yeah?

I'm wearing this in my next video.

It's a duet, great stuff.

Hello, Grammy. Ha-ha-ha.

But enough about me, for now.

Oh, let me help you.

- Yeah. Um...

- Thank you.

Look, Dominique...

...I'm not doing the duet with you, okay?

No, listen to what she has to say.

Zip it, Rod.

Or not.

Drinks, we need drinks. Mary?

Well, thanks, but I don't drink.

- Oh, my God.

- Sorry. Thank you.

Of course you don't, darling boy,

but I do.

- Okay.

- I drink.

- So, Joey...

- I'll get you one.

...asked anyone

to the Black and White Ball yet?

You have a crab puff in your teeth, Britt.

- You should really take me to the ball.

- Yeah.

I speak French. How about you?

Thanks, yeah.

Look, Dominique, I'm kind of on a break

right now, so...

You all must be famished.

First course, Mary. Now.

Joey would gladly take a break

from his break.

No. No, no.

Actually, I am focusing on school.

- I'm just hanging with friends, you know?

- That's right. The new JP.

Who are you?

I'm Joey Parker's manager.

Oh, please ignore him.

I'm Joey's manager.

You have two managers?

- Apparently.

- You must be a real handful.

Wanna make out?

You know, actually, technically, I'm...

Oh, shut up, Rod. Even I know

you're completely inconsequential.

You see? It's not just me.

This is why I did not wanna come today.

You're all nuts.

You can either do the duet with me

and become a superstar...

...or you can fade away

into teenybopper obscurity.

Okay. I've heard enough, okay?

Joey Parker is a man

that needs to do things his way.

He needs to keep it real. So from here

on out, I'm Joey Parker's only manager.

I think we're done here. Let's go.

Thanks for everything.

We keep meeting like this.

You have shrimp in your hair.

Come on.

- You all right?

That's nuts.

- You hear how he...?

I don't care!

- Are you ready?

- Mary?

Let's go.

You will clean this room spotless

in 30 minutes. Rod.

And your phone privileges are suspended

for an entire month. Cough it up.

Come on, look alive.

Clean.

Joey, honey, wait.

I gotta talk to you.

Tami, don't hate me...

...but I don't wanna go to the ball.

You have to go. I've been working

on our dresses for two weeks.

I know. I know. It's just...

I don't know. It's on Valentine's Day.

We don't even have dates.

Plus, everyone's gonna be wearing masks,

which is really weird.

But that's good. We can each meet

a handsome, mysterious stranger.

How will we know he's handsome

if he's wearing a mask?

By how he dances.

Hot guys always dance the best.

- Anyway...

- I don't fit in here.

So why go and pretend like I do?

Guys don't even know I exist.

Again, no one will know who anyone is.

There's no such thing as not fitting in.

If there's a guy you like,

he'll meet the real you.

Not some fake you that's been created

by the cliques at our lame-ass high school.

- Don't get me started about... What?

- Tami.

You should really breathe

in between monologues.

You're going to the ball.

Oh, I forgot to start cleaning.

Faster.

Give it a rhythm. Make it a samba.

Give it a:

- Mother.

- Mommy?

Hello, my little pretties.

This is Fabio and Paulo

and somebody else.

I'm thinking of making one of them

my new daddy.

I mean, your new daddy.

Anyway, uh...

...we were on our way to get manis

and pedis for the ball tonight.

Which we heard Mary talking about, FYI.

As in she's planning to go, FYI.

Oh. Oh...

That won't do.

Uh, you could tell her to clean my room.

And my closet.

I think something died in there.

No, no, no.

I have a very special place

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