Barbie in the Pink Shoes

[TCHAIKOVSKY'S "DANCE OF THE CYGNETS"

PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS]

NATASHA:

Dakotah! Arms.

Casey, where are you looking?

Gabrielle. Smile.

And a one and two

and three and four.

Head up, Casey,

watch the audience not your feet.

Now, on the beat.

Perfect.

Head direction, girls.

Stay together. Clean fifth.

- Tight angles, girls. Be precise.

- Two and three and four.

KRISTYN, DILLON & NATASHA:

And two and two and three and four.

I can't believe I remember

every single move of this dance.

You did it, like, six years in a row

or something, right?

Seven.

Dillon. Okay, you are hereby

ordered to stop growing.

Your sleeves fit you last week.

TARA:

Shh!

- DILLON:
Since when are you

the shush-monster? - I'm sorry, guys.

I don't wanna be a downer

but I have three solos to think about.

So can we have some focus, please?

STAGE MANAGER:

Dillon, Tara, you're up next. Let's go.

She's got three solos?

[MUSIC STOPS]

It's close, girls, but continue to practise

downstairs with Madame Marguerite.

You need to focus

on every single step, Holly.

- It's Hannah.

- That is right, my dear.

Every move must be precise,

exact, controlled.

You will be perfect.

Yes, madame.

NATASHA:

And who is next?

Last rehearsal before the show, Dillon.

Let's make magic!

Ugh, she's so obnoxious and so dramatic.

KRISTYN:

And so good.

[TCHAIKOVSKY'S "BLACK SWAN PAS DE DEUX"

PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS]

Nicely done.

[SIGHS]

I wish I could dance

the Black Swan pas de deux.

Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Bingo.

[GRUNTS]

[MUSIC STOPS]

- Yes! Hoo-hoo! That's my girl! Whoo-hoo!

- Perfect.

TARA'S FATHER:

Yahoo!

[WHISTLES]

You guys were amazing.

Of course we weren't going all out.

Saving something for the show tonight.

That's why those positions

were so sloppy, right, Dillon?

- Sloppy?

- You looked perfect to me, Dillon.

Really? We've got more work to do

than I thought.

NATASHA:

Let's have the milkmaid number.

Lower the cow!

Hailey, where's my bucket?

Check.

- Dance like nobody's watching!

TARA:
Because nobody will be watching.

Except the cow.

A simple "break a leg"

would have been nice.

[PULLEY SQUEAKING]

Oh...

["MILKMAID DANCE"

PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS]

Nice. Good.

Oh, no.

That's not the choreography.

What's she doing?

Something awesome...

...that's gonna get her

in a whole sack of trouble.

Stop! Stop the music! Stop everything!

That means you, Kristyn!

What? Whoa!

[GRUNTS]

Miss Faraday. This is not

the choreography we rehearsed.

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to.

Is it your goal to get the attention

of the international ballet scouts tonight?

Uh, yes, madame.

Then I strongly suggest that you follow

the choreography that I have given you.

- This is cutting into my rehearsal time.

- Shh!

I've seen other girls

attempt to dance their own ideas...

...and I promise you

that story does not end well.

I don't mean to, Madame Natasha.

I just get caught up in the music

and the flow...

...and my feet just do their own thing.

You can do that "own thing"

if you like, Miss Faraday...

- ... but it won't get you anywhere.

- I understand, madame.

You're a good dancer. You could

be another Tara if you do as I say.

- Isn't that what you want?

- Yes, madame.

NATASHA:

Take five, everyone.

DILLON:

Are you okay?

- Dillon.

- Thanks. I'm fine.

Come on, Kristyn.

Let's get you some new shoes.

TARA'S FATHER:
Hey, yo. Uh, madame.

- Yes?

- She can do it.

- What?

Tara, Tara, she can do the solo

for that Faraday girl.

Oh! Ha-ha-ha.

Where are my manners?

Hey, turkey jerky?

All protein, madame.

I'll set the line-up after rehearsal,

as I please.

No one is in or out until I say so.

This is Tara's big night,

so I don't want anything to spoil it.

Capiche?

The international ballet masters

will see plenty of your daughter.

What else are they gonna see?

Falling cows? Check.

An octopus in a milkmaid costume?

Double check.

Is that the kind of programme you run-?

My programme is not in question here,

Mr. Pennington.

Are we clear?

Ye-

Crystal.

Who's blasting the AC?

It's freezing in here. Brr.

The temperature in here is perfect.

Hello? Madame Katerina?

Madame Katerina?

KATERINA:

Coming!

HAILEY:
Oh, hi. Ha, ha. Madame Katerina,

do we have any size fives?

Shoes?

Well, there should be some extras

over by the Giselle costumes.

It'll take more than new shoes for me

to make Madame Natasha happy tonight.

I was far from perfect.

Oh, nonsense, dear.

I saw the whole thing.

Beautiful dancing. Like a butterfly.

When I'm dancing

I know the choreography...

...but I get lost in the music

and it starts to flow through me...

...and then new moves

just start moving.

HAILEY:

She's been this way forever, madame.

She knows every role and every step

but when it's time to perform, she just...

Okay, there are no size fives here.

Try over in Swan Lake storage.

[KRISTYN SIGHS]

Giselle.

I would give anything to dance Giselle.

[HUMMING]

Careful. We're not quite done

with that one yet.

Tara's so lucky.

Madame will never trust me

with a lead role.

KATERINA:

But your milkmaid dance is a delight!

Oh. Just once I wish I could be Odette,

Queen of the Swans.

I wanted that too, but Natasha got

all the dancing talent in our family.

HAILEY:

Yes! Size five!

Oh. Two.

[GASPS]

KATERINA:

The Snow Queen.

Our holiday production this year.

Does Tara wear this too?

- Not this one. Ha, ha.

KRISTYN:
Doesn't matter.

I'm sure I'll be wearing antlers

and pulling a sleigh.

Ugh. Plenty of shoes, madame.

But no fives.

- And all the stores are closed.

- Oh, wait.

I might have something here.

They're beautiful.

They're for you, my dear.

- Thank you, madame.

- Right size.

- Wrong colour.

- No way! Pink is always in style.

You know, I bet I can bleach them

to match your costume.

KRISTYN:

Don't you dare.

Madame, if you had these all along,

why didn't you...?

KRISTYN:

Wow. These are some shoes.

Whoa.

BOTH:

Whoa.

Hailey, where are we

and what am I wearing?

I have no idea

and it looks like Tara's Giselle dress.

Tara's dress?

Where did it come from?

Madame Katerina did the bodice

and I did the skirt...

...but the fabric is from India,

so technically-

No, I mean

how did I get into this dress?

Uh, I guess the same way your hair

turned strawberry blond.

What?

[ADOLPHE ADAM'S

"DANCE OF THE FRIENDS" PLAYING]

Wait!

I know that music.

BOTH:

Whoa.

KRISTYN:

These houses.

It's like we're in Giselle.

How could we be in Giselle?

I don't know, but if we are,

the maidens are about to appear.

Look, the peasants are about to crown

Giselle Queen of the Harvest!

- And there's Albrecht, the prince.

HAILEY:
Jerk.

Engaged to another girl

and still trying to date Giselle.

Where's the nice guy,

Hilarious or whatever?

KRISTYN:
Hilarion. He's hiding, I guess.

HAILEY:
Oh, of course he is.

And we're in a ballet

and pigs are about to fly.

No. No flying pigs.

When the music ends,

Giselle will come right out of that cottage!

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