Another Cinderella Story Page #6

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I'm just doing a little yoga.

Hey, have you been crying?

Or are you just naturally puffy?

I never noticed that before.

What's wrong?

- Dominique, I'd rather not talk about it.

- Oh, come on.

Talk to me. Come on, sit down.

Come on, sit down. Come on.

Okay. Sit in the hand.

Is it Joey, honey?

Oh, I knew it.

Did he find someone prettier

and more successful?

Oh, I'm sorry. That is difficult.

Not that I would know, but I did take

an acting class once. I can imagine.

Let me give you a word of advice.

Joey is an E! Hollywood True Story...

...just waiting to happen.

There's no sense crying over him.

Mm-mm.

In fact, it's kind of pathetic.

I can't wait to get out of here

and move to Manhattan.

Oh, I'm sorry. Did I forget to tell you?

I did, my bad.

They called. There's no audition.

It was a mistake.

- What? You're lying.

- No, I'm not.

The rejection letter is right there

in that mess...

...you need to clean up here

and sort through.

I'm so glad we had this little talk.

I've always wanted to be the mother

you'll never have.

Yeah. So the Japan tour was awesome.

- The sushi kind of made me sick...

- Mary.

Hey. Catch you in a minute.

Mary.

Mary, slow down. Hey, what...?

What's wrong?

I've been calling Tami,

trying to get ahold of you.

- What did I do?

- It doesn't matter. It's done. We're done.

Wait.

Whoa, whoa.

- What are you talking about?

- Did you feel sorry for me?

Was I your charity case?

Is that why you asked me out?

- What does that mean?

- You figured you'd toy with me...

...until someone better came along

and I wouldn't mind...

...because I was lucky

a big star wanted me.

You know what really sucks about falling

for a guy you know you're not right for?

You fall anyway because you think

he might turn out to be different.

Mary.

- I am different.

- Anyway...

...thanks for all the dance moves,

but I'm done dancing.

Goodbye.

All right, time for some damage control.

And what'd I tell you? My mystery girl.

- Whoa, Tami.

- I need your help.

- What's with the blinds?

- It's about Mary.

- Come on, girl.

- Don't you "girl" me.

Just give me a second.

One second.

Don't you have a stadium show to play

or something?

Come on. Back door.

Ah, beat you to it.

- How about a shiner, superstar?

Oh, no.

Won't be no bruising the moneymaker,

okay?

You broke my best friend's heart.

Have a nice life.

- Tami, I don't even know what I did wrong.

- Let me handle this, JP.

He doesn't even know what he did wrong.

I just said that.

I know, but it's all about

your intonation.

Hey. She knows you cheated. Get it?

- You're done.

- What? That's crazy. And not true.

That's funny, because she saw you

with Natalia.

Wait a second, hold on.

So Mary was there

when Natalia broke into your house?

No. No, nothing happened.

Natalia busted into my parents' house.

She set me up.

There's nothing going on between us.

I would never hurt Mary like that.

This is insane.

You have to believe me.

Look, I want to believe you

and I want her to be happy.

Especially now that she's stuck

with Dominique another year.

Wait, she didn't get into Manhattan?

- They didn't give her the audition.

- Oh, my God.

- Why would they reject her?

- Guess they changed their mind.

But we can change them back.

- You can?

- You can?

What's my name?

- Joey Parker.

- What's my name?

Ha. Joey Parker.

Get Mary to come to the competition,

all right?

I'll handle it from there.

TAMI:
Hi.

- Hi.

- We need to show you something.

Dustin, what are you doing here?

Um...

See, look, Mary.

Sometimes in relationships, you know,

there could be misunderstandings.

Bumpy roads and stuff.

But you and JP...

...like moth to flame,

you keep attracting each other.

And we, your friends, we see that we...

You have to trust your friends.

Please get dressed. Something nice.

It'll be worth it.

Okay.

- Do you think she's gonna come?

- Yeah. My lecture was so good.

Yeah, it was good. It was just kind of long.

You should shorten it.

- Next time maybe a little bit. A little bit.

- I've been working on it.

- I've been watching my Dr. Phil.

- Oh, good.

Great. So weird.

Ha-ha! Check it out.

What are you guys doing?

We felt bad about you not getting

your audition, so we hooked you up.

- By bringing me to Joey's competition?

- Yeah.

Mary, this isn't about the competition.

Tami, I told you, I'm done dancing.

Trust me.

Okay. While you contemplate the most

important moment of your life...

...I'm running late. They need me inside

for the show. So I gotta go, okay?

All right. I'll go for a second.

But just a second.

Awesome.

It's too expensive to valet here.

- Let's go around the back.

- Oh, God.

Move. Dominique Blatt coming through.

Sausage-fingered masses. Move.

Get down. Go, go.

Sweet roots, blondie. Hey, hey, hey.

No. Grandpa, up. Up.

There you go, old man. Move.

All right, no eye contact, people.

Periphery only.

What are you looking at?

Hey, how you doing?

Great. Good to see you.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

What's happening?

Make some noise.

- How y'all doing tonight?

- Whoo!

How you doing?

Are y'all ready to get it popping?

Oh, no. Um...

Tami, why don't you sit down?

I'm gonna hang back. Okay?

Okay. I'm your host, the Funk.

I'd like to introduce the man that made

this all possible.

Give it up for my boy, your boy,

Joey Parker.

All right. Thanks for coming out

tonight.

- Whoo!

- Joey! Ha-ha-ha!

What's up? How y'all doing?

Hello. Hello. Hello.

Hey. All right?

Check it out. I was just backstage.

We got some ridiculously sick dancers

for you guys tonight.

Here's how it's gonna work.

These dancers are gonna be judged on

three things:
individuality, skill and style.

I need you guys to get really loud

and really hyped.

That's gonna help the judges

from our label pick a winner.

That winner's gonna dance

in my next video.

- Hi, Dominique Blatt. How are you?

- I'm gonna turn it over to the Funk.

I'll catch you in a minute.

All right. All right. Yeah.

All right. Our first set of dancers go

by the name of Angel and Derek.

Make some noise for them. DJ, kick that!

Our next contestant goes by the name

of Taylor. He's gonna give you guys...

...a little Swan Lake action.

Hey, boy, ballet's for girls. Ha-ha-ha.

Now we got the Doctor and Maurice

for some hip-hop dancing. Let's hear it.

Whoo!

Boom!

They're poisoning the minds

of our children...

...but that is something.

Okay.

Cool. Now...

...the next act goes

by the name of Brittney Blatt.

And she's doing who knows what.

There you go, pop it.

Terrible.

Oh, that's good. Robot, pop it.

Yeah!

Did you guys see that?

That was just terrible.

Thank God that's over. All right.

We gonna continue this competition,

keep it rolling.

This is our last dancer of the night,

all right?

Go ahead and give it up for Natalia Faroush.

Make some noise.

Look, don't regret this.

You're here. What are you waiting for?

You're so much better than her.

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