Billy Elliot the Musical Live Page #4

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- Do some soubresauts.

- Yes!

And five, six, seven, eight.

Shoulders down, pointed feet.

Pretty arms, Sharon.

That's both arms, Keely Gibson.

Feet in fifth, tendu second,

thank you, Debbie, pli fifth, retir.

And five, six, seven, eight.

One, two, three, four,

five, six, seven, eight

- You're crap at that.

- No, I'm not.

Lovely legs, Tina.

Arms, Debbie.

Arms! Temps lev!

Susan Parkes,

you look like a spastic starfish.

- You're crap at that.

- Oh, piss off, man, will you?

Oi! Attitude. Promenade. Prepare and...

What's the time?

No, on the wall.

Pick up the biscuit.

Much better, Sharon. Arms up, Billy.

Debbie, get your bum in, for Christ's sake.

Other way round, Susan Parkes.

Lovely little fairies

on top of your music boxes.

Elbow.

Wrist.

Tummy.

Chin.

Please, Mum, can we have a go?

Right.

Baskets of pansies, ladies.

Yes, thank you, Mr Braithwaite.

And five, six, seven, eight.

You f***ing worms, you f***ing moles

You f***ing Geordie shits

We're here to kick your Geordie arse

You little Geordie gits

We're terrified, we're petrified

Those words are so obscene

We'll boot your f***in cockney skulls

right back to Bethnal Green

Ha!

- And one.

- Two, three.

- And two.

- Two, three.

- And three.

- Two, three.

- And four.

- Two, three.

- And five.

- Two, three.

- And six.

- Two, three.

And smile, smile, smile, smile.

Solidarity, solidarity

Solidarity forever

We're proud to be working class

Solidarity forever

Solidarity, solidarity

Solidarity forever

We're proud to be working class

Solidarity forever

Billy, spot!

Come on, lads, get at them

Really get stuck in

It's not a bleeding tea dance

Do the f***ers in

- Solidarity, solidarity

- Shine

- Solidarity forever

- Just shine

- We're proud to be working class

- Shine

- Solidarity forever

- Just shine

- Solidarity, solidarity

- All you have to do

- Solidarity forever

- Is shine

- We're proud to be working class

- All you have to do

- Solidarity forever

- Is shine

- Prepare for pirouette.

- Hit it!

- Solidarity, solidarity

- One, two, three, four

- Solidarity forever

- Five, six, seven, eight

- We're proud to be working class

- One, two, three, four

- Solidarity forever

- Five, six, seven, eight

Ever, ever, ever, ever

- Ever, ever, ever, ever

- Forever, forever, forever, forever

- Ever, ever, ever, ever

- Forever, forever

- Forever, forever

- For ever and ever and ever and ever

- Forever, forever

- And ever and ever and ever and ever

- Forever, forever

- For ever and ever and ever and ever

- Forever, forever

- And ever and ever and ever and ever

Forever and ever

And ever!

What the bloody hell's going on here?

Can I help you?

What the hell do you think

you're playing at, son?

- Naught.

- Naught?

I thought you were at boxing.

You're here messing about

with lasses in tights.

- Excuse me! I'm trying to teach a class!

- Shut it!

But it's healthy, man, Dad.

It's just like sport.

- Ballet? - It's not just puffs

that do ballet, you know.

Look at that Wayne Sleep.

Wayne Sleep?

Wayne Sleep!

He's as bent as a nine-bob note, son.

I am busting my bollocks

trying to find you 50p's

and you were running around in here

like a fruit!

Mr Elliot, I've never heard anything

so bigoted and ridiculous in my life.

Don't you call me bigoted,

you ignorant cow.

- But I like it, Dad.

- Right, that's it.

No more bloody boxing,

no more bloody ballet.

From now on, you're stopping at home

to look after your Nana.

Listen, if anyone's going to do the

ordering around in here, it's gonna be me.

You listen to me! This is my son,

so don't you dare tell me what to do.

This is ridiculous. You're supposed to

be encouraging us to do things.

Well, I don't see why

he shouldn't do ballet.

Fred Warmsley used to do it.

Yeah, but he was crap.

Well, I don't give a f*** about

Fred Warmsley or any of you.

You are banned. Full stop.

I hate you.

You're a bastard!

Oh, sh*t!

Well, that was a very mature and

intelligent way to handle the situation.

Don't you ever come near our Billy again!

Oh, Jesus Christ!

Okay. Class dismissed.

What did you have to do that for?

Now I'm banned!

I don't want to come to

your stupid ballet anyway.

I'm not even any good at it.

- Bullshit, Billy Elliot.

- No, it's not.

It's absolute bullshit and you know it.

Billy, I know this might sound a bit weird,

but I've been thinking about

the Royal Ballet School.

The Royal what?

The Royal Ballet School.

Aren't you a bit old, miss?

Not for me, you stupid idiot. For you.

They have regional auditions soon

in Newcastle.

But what about my dad?

It'd take a lot of work,

but I thought if you had some

proper lessons with me on your own,

you might have a chance of getting in.

But I've only just learned to pirouette!

They're not looking for something fully

formed that's leapt from the brow of Zeus.

They're looking for potential, Billy.

They teach you the ballet.

But I'm banned, miss.

- For Christ's sake.

- Sh*t! You can't come in here.

Just come after school.

Nobody else need know.

You don't fancy us, do you, miss?

No, funnily enough, I don't.

I don't think I've got time.

I mean, when would I play out and that?

Look, Billy, if you want

to stick round here

and piss about with your little mates,

that's fine with me.

Look.

I'll be here on Monday night.

Just bring some things with you

and we'll make up a special dance

for the audition.

- What sort of things?

- Things that mean something to you.

Things that tell me something

about who you are.

See you Monday, then?

Well, sod you, then.

See if I care.

Michael!

Michael!

F***ing hell!

What?

You're wearing a dress.

I know.

Is it yours?

Course it's not mine, you stupid idiot.

It's my sister's.

Do you want a go?

No. Look, I need to talk to you.

Are you sure?

You can borrow one of my mum's.

- What you doing?

- I'm just trying it on you.

Oh! That's mank.

Won't we get wrong?

"Will we..." Bollocks.

My dad does it all the time.

Hold it.

Michael!

That's me!

You know that week after

I had to stay behind at boxing?

Oi!

When I had to give that wife the key?

Howay.

I did some ballet.

- You did ballet?

- Just a few steps and that.

It's f***ing weird, if you ask me.

Bingo! Cush!

- What?

- Separates. Trackies off.

The wife says I'm good at it.

She's asked us to do an audition

for the Royal Ballet.

The Royal what?

The Royal Ballet School.

Do you get to wear a tutu?

Don't be daft. That's only for the lasses.

I wear me shorts.

- Smile.

- What are you doin'?

One for the album.

Ugh.

Here, put this on.

Arms!

So do you think

I should go back and do the audition?

I wouldn't if I were you.

People'll think you're mental.

But you dress up in women's clothing.

- That's different.

- Is it?

'Course it is. Time for

a look in the mirror.

- Go on, then.

- Yes!

And the finishing touch!

Oh, for crying out loud!

See, man, there's naught wrong with

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