Billy Elliot the Musical Live Page #6

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We were destined to dance

We were born to boogie

Yeah!

We were born to boogie

It ain't a puzzle

'Cause we're blood and muscle

From the Day of Creation

We were the dance sensation

Right! Let's have some proper dancing!

Oh, your feet and your hands

Whoa!

Oh, your toes and your glands

Your eyes and your skin

Well, your face and your chin

Oh, your brawn and your brains

Come on!

Your balls and your chains

We were born to boogie

It ain't a puzzle

'Cause we're blood and muscle

From the Day of Creation

We were the dance sensation

We were born to boogie

We're all born to

Gee, my bum. My bum.

Let's start at elementary level.

Five, six... eight.

- Long leg.

- One.

- Stretch.

- Two.

- Point. Flex.

- Three.

- In front, behind.

- Four.

- Eyes front.

- Five.

- And in and in and over.

- Six.

- Face the barre. Oi, shift.

- Seven.

- Retir.

- Eight.

- Turn out.

- Nine.

- Shoulders down. Chin up.

- Ten.

- Rise, balance.

- Eleven.

- That's it, Billy.

- Twelve.

Chass turn.

Intermediate level.

Use the floor.

Strong arm, Billy.

Around,

again, and in and in, and chair.

- Oh, miss, I can't do it.

- Yes, you can. Push down.

Miss, I can't do it!

Yes, you can! Push down, Billy.

Balance.

All right, let's have it!

Next level.

That's it, Billy!

Oh, sh*t!

Right. Let's go, Baryshnikov.

Try this.

Watch me, Billy!

Shoes!

Sweat, Mr Braithwaite.

Easy.

Not bad for a big fella.

I'm concentrating!

- Faster!

- Faster!

Oh, Jesus!

Cheeky monkey!

Go, miss.

I'm doing it, you cheeky monkey!

- Boogie!

- Boogie!

We were born to boogie

We were born to boogie

We're all born to

Boogie

Are you nervous for your audition?

Hmm, not really.

You wanna be. You're shite.

I thought your mum said I was cush.

I wouldn't listen to her.

She's sexually frustrated.

Really?

Well, me dad was doing it

with this wife at work

but then he got made redundant.

He used to be a deputy manager,

but now he's an alcoholic.

Bugger off, will ya?

Billy?

What, man?

Do you not fancy us, like?

Well...

I've never really thought about it.

If you want, I'll show you me fanny.

Nah.

You're all right.

Debbie! Outside!

Right, here's the tape.

And remember,

once the audition starts, just concentrate.

Do exactly what you do in here

and you'll be fine.

F*** a duck, miss, I know.

You've told me this before, man.

And another thing, Billy.

Try and keep your mouth shut.

Right. I'll pick you up

tomorrow morning at 8:00, here. Okay?

Listen... You can do this, Billy.

You've worked so hard,

and I know you can do it.

You just have to forget

about everything else.

Do it for you.

Mum.

Mum!

Right, Billy.

I'll pick you up tomorrow morning.

And for God's sake, don't be late!

We've got to be in Newcastle

by 9:
00 on the dot.

- Don't worry, miss, I'll put me alarm on.

- "Put me alarm on."

Ow! Get off us, will you, man?

We should get you to the hospital.

How the hell are we supposed to

get him to the hospital?

They've got the whole place

surrounded, man.

He can't stay here. They're after him.

Ow!

F***ing hell, man!

Anyway, the Union will sort it out.

The Union will sort out f*** all.

Right. You saw

what they did for Harry Robson, man!

The Union are doing what they can.

This isn't a strike any more.

It's a bloody class war.

Sh*t!

We should get him to hospital.

How the hell are we supposed to

get him to a hospital?

There were 2,000 police

taking six scabs to work.

Leave it!

- What's going on?

- It's all kicked off.

There's about a hundred police

coming through the village.

Where do you think

you're going with that bag?

Nowhere. Out.

Get back upstairs.

But I said I'd see Michael.

- You're going nowhere today, son.

- Dad!

Back upstairs! Now!

Look, I'll be right back.

- For Christ's sake.

- Sh*t!

What is the matter with you today?

Hello.

- Can I come in?

- Hang on a minute.

- What the hell's going on, Billy?

- Just go away, miss.

I've been stood outside the Welfare

for three quarters of an hour.

Do you know what the time is?

What the hell's she doing here?

You realise we're late already, don't you?

Late for what, for God's sake?

Please, don't tell him, miss.

Will somebody tell me

what the hell is going on here?

- Just go away!

- No, Billy.

We're going to have to sort this one out

once and for all.

Look, I know this will be

a little difficult for yous to understand,

but I think I have to tell you...

No, miss!

Billy has an audition this morning

for the Royal Ballet School.

The Royal Ballet?

School.

- Where they teach the ballet.

- Oh.

You've got to be joking.

Billy has been coming to class

and I have been giving him private lessons

for the last two months.

What? Who gave you permission

to teach him ballet?

Mr Elliot,

we're missing the audition as we speak.

Hang on a minute!

Have you any idea

what we're going through in this village?

Ballet?

You trying to make him

a scab for the rest of his life?

He's only 12, for Christ sakes.

You've got to start training

from when you're young.

Shut it, you.

I'm not having any brother of mine

poncing round for your gratification.

Excuse me, this is not

for my gratification.

Billy is exceptionally talented...

What good's it going to do him?

He's only a bairn, for Christ sakes.

What's wrong with giving him a childhood?

I don't want a childhood.

I want to be a ballet dancer.

I'll give you a bloody

childhood in a minute.

What qualifications have you got?

Teaching 12-year-olds in a miners' welfare.

You could be a nutter for all I know.

I think you should calm yourself down, son.

Right. Argh! You say he

wants to be a dancer.

Well let's see this dancing then.

- This is ridiculous.

- Tony, man...

Shut up!

Come on. If you're supposed to be

a ballet dancer, let's be havin' you.

Don't you dare!

What sort of ballet teacher are you?

This is his big chance!

Come on! Dance, you little bastard!

- No.

- No.

He says he doesn't want to dance.

So we'll be having no more ballet.

And if you come near him again,

I'll smack you one, you middle-class cow!

Hang on a minute!

You don't know anything about me,

you sanctimonious little sh*t.

What are you scared of,

that he won't grow up to race whippets,

grow leeks, and piss his wages up the wall?

F*** off!

I've been with this boy for weeks now,

and you, and you haven't even noticed.

So don't you lecture me on

the British f***ing class system, comrade.

Tony, the police are coming down the

street. Everyone out the back. Now!

Tony, now! Move, man, move!

I'm sorry, Billy,

you haven't got a hope in hell.

Jackie, away, man.

- Me mum would've let us.

- Well, your mum's dead.

Jackie!

Dad, you bastard!

Sh*t.

Piss off, man! F*** you! F*** yourself!

F*** off, you paps!

F*** off!

Solidarity, solidarity

Solidarity forever

All for one and one for all

Solidarity forever

Get out, bastards!

Dig deep for the miners.

Dig deep for the miners.

Welcome back to the second half

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