Billy Elliot the Musical Live Page #9

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Well, it's wor forst time, like, y'knar.

I beg your pardon.

It's wor forst time,

like, y'knar.

- First audition. Sorry.

- Ow!

God, man! Get off me!

Dad. Dad, for Christ's sake!

I've changed me mind.

Just get back in there, you little git.

- Hold on a minute.

- Security!

Thank you, ladies and gentlemen.

Please clear the stage,

ready for Royal Ballet School

auditions at 2:
30,

followed by a 7:
15 performance

this evening. Thank you.

And you would happen to be...

Billy.

I'm sorry?

Billy Elliot. From County Durham.

Well, stand on the spot, please, William.

Please clear the stage,

this afternoon's auditions

are about to commence.

Clear the stage. Thank you.

William Elliot.

William, what is that you're holding?

It's me money.

Your money?

For the audition. Some of it's in

50p's, but the rest is from the scab.

Would you like to put it down now?

Sorry.

And now, the piece that you've prepared.

You do have some music for us?

Uh, no. I've got a cassette

I made with Mrs Wilkinson...

Sh*t... Shite.

Sorry.

It's all right. It's always doing this.

I can get it back.

Have you got a pencil?

It's the next bit, you'll

have to wind it on.

You all right, pal?

Aye. Aye.

Sorry...

Would you like a smoke?

Thanks.

Thanks.

Thanks very much.

Where the bloody hell are you from?

Glasgow. Where the hell did you think,

Milton Keynes?

I came down when I was 13.

It's a wee bit nerve-wracking, isn't it?

It's not exactly

what I expected him to be doing.

Aye, my dad was just the same.

Oh, aye?

Oh, Jesus Christ!

I suppose that, uh, well,

he's used to it by now, is he?

No, he's a complete arsehole.

You get right behind your bairn.

Understand?

Yeah.

Prick.

Mr Elliot. No smoking in here!

No, no, we're all right, he's...

Sorry, sorry. I'll, uh...

No!

No!

No!

Are you all right?

What's the matter?

It was a complete waste of bloody time.

Oh, don't be so silly.

It's only a stupid audition.

Piss off.

Look, it's all right.

Piss off, ya bent bastard!

What on earth is going on here?

- Thomas!

- Sh*t.

Billy.

Mr Elliot.

I'm afraid, Mr Elliot,

that mutual respect and self-discipline

are absolute prerequisites

of any pupil at this school.

Such displays of violence

cannot be tolerated

under any circumstances.

Do you understand?

Billy's really sorry.

He's been under a lot of pressure lately.

Just a few questions to finish with.

Could you tell us why you

first became interested in ballet?

I don't know. I just was.

Well, was there any specific aspect

of ballet that caught your imagination?

- The dancing.

- He dances all the time.

Every night after school.

He does all the, you know...

Yes, we have a very enthusiastic

letter from a Mrs Wilkinson.

She has also explained

your personal circumstances.

Are you a balletomane, Mr Elliot?

I beg your pardon.

Are you a fan of the ballet?

I wouldn't exactly say

I was an expert or anything.

You do realise that pupils are

expected to attain the highest standards,

not only in ballet,

but also in their ordinary academic work.

A child can only succeed

with the 100% support of his family.

You are completely behind Billy,

are you not?

Yeah. Yes.

Yes, I am.

Would you like to ask us any questions?

No.

Are you sure

there's nothing else you'd like to say?

Well, in that case,

we will let you know in due course.

Just one more thing.

Can I just ask you, Billy,

what does it feel like when you're dancing?

I can't really explain it

I haven't got the words

It's a feeling that you can't control

I suppose it's like forgetting

Losing who you are

And at the same time

something makes you whole

It's like that there's a music

playing in your ear

And I'm listening and I'm listening

and then I disappear

And then I feel a change

like a fire deep inside

Something bursting me wide open

Impossible to hide

And suddenly I'm flying

Flying like a bird

Like electricity, electricity

Sparks inside of me and I'm free

I'm free

It's a bit like being angry

It's a bit like being scared

Confused and all mixed up and mad as hell

It's like when you've been crying

and you're empty and you're full

I don't know what it is

It's hard to tell

It's like that there's some music

playing in your ear

But the music is impossible

Impossible to hear

But then I feel it move me

Like a burning deep inside

Something bursting me wide open

Impossible to hide

And suddenly I'm flying

Flying like a bird

Like electricity, electricity

Sparks inside of me

And I'm free, I'm free

Electricity sparks inside of me

And I'm free, I'm free

Free

I'm free

Hey! Hey!

Have a safe journey home.

Mine.

And, Mr Elliot,

good luck with the strike.

Billy, did you really

chin one of the dancers?

I didn't actually chin him,

I just sort of pushed him over a bit.

You'll be trying for

the royal boxing school next.

Howay, now, lads. Maggie, Maggie, Maggie.

Out, out, out.

All right, Billy?

How did you get on at your audition?

Good.

Well, fingers crossed, eh?

Yeah. Thanks, Lesley.

All right.

Anyway, I'm quite glad, really.

You heard anything yet?

No. Not yet.

Howay, Michael, let's get out of here.

Oi, Billy Elliot. Have you heard owt yet?

No, not yet!

Well, divint worry,

you'll get in, Ne bother.

Oh!

Do you reckon?

What, that? He's got no chance.

I thought you said he were a genius.

Genius? Is he, bollocks.

If I was his father,

I'd chop his bloody legs off.

Post!

Post!

Post!

Christ.

- This is it.

- Well, let's open it then, shall we?

What do you mean? We can't open it.

It's for the bairn.

- That doesn't matter.

- Of course it matters.

How would you like it

if someone opened your post?

Well, when was the last time

that I got a letter?

We could steam it open.

Give us it here.

Look, it's not fair. It's for the bairn.

We could take a knife

and slice along the bottom.

Look, nobody's gonna slice

anybody along the bottom.

Oh.

Grandma, I'm warning you.

For Christ sakes.

Right, we're gonna leave it here.

We're gonna leave it here.

We're gonna leave it here for Billy

for when he gets home.

- Come on. Let's just open it!

- Just f***in' leave it!

- He's not gonna know...

- Let it go...

Give it here!

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!

See you, Billy.

Yeah, see ya, Michael.

Sh*t.

Open it, Son.

"William Elliot is queer."

Oh, no!

"Esquire"!

Just open it, man.

Open it, for Christ sakes!

Just go ahead, man.

Down, down, down!

Well?

I didn't get in.

Oh, Billy.

I'm sorry, Son.

Oh.

Billy.

Never mind, kiddo.

You little bastard!

He got in, man! He got in!

Who do you think you are kidding, Mr Hitler

If you think Old England's done?

You little bugger. He got in!

Did you not hear us, man?

He got into the school!

Have you not heard?

Heard what?

We're going back. Strike's over, Jackie.

I've just had a call from

the regional committee.

They've caved in.

We've lost.

- We've lost everything.

- So that's it, then?

A whole f***in' year?

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