Gotta Kick It Up Page #6

I'm Being Set Up

For Something

I Can Never

Achieve.

Hmm...

What Grade

Is This Chuy In?

None.

He Dropped Out.

He's A Mechanic

Over At Escobar's.

Which Pretty Much Means

His Future's Been

Decided For Him.

Is That What You Want?

Daisy...

Listen, Take It

From Somebody

Who Has Been There.

This Is The Time

In Your Life

When You Should Be

Seizing Every Opportunity,

Following Your Dream.

Don't Make

The Same Mistake

I Did, Ok?

[Screaming Joyfully]

We Did It!

We Did It!

We Came In Second!

We're Going

To Regionals!

Ohh!

We're Going All The Way

To San Diego!

All Praise

Ms. Bartlett!

Hail

Ms. Bartlett!

Thank You, Ladies.

I Will See You On Monday,

And Then--We Are On

To Regionals!

All:
Yay!

What?

Regionals?

Does That Mean

This Thing Isn't

Over Yet?

It Would Have Been

If We Hadn't

Placed Today.

But You Did.

Yeah!

Don't Sound

So Excited For Us.

I'm Gettin'

Really Sick

Of This, Girl.

Oh, Yeah?

You Never Have

Any Time For Me

Anymore!

You're Always Dancing

Or Practicing

Or Too Busy

Or Too Tired!

Chuy, Why Can't

You Understand?

Dance Is Finally

Giving Me A Chance

To Do Something

With My Life!

What About Our Life?

What About

All Our Plans?

I'm Just A Kid!

I Don't Wanna

Be All Settled!

You Know, Who Knows

What's Gonna Happen?

I Know!

You're Gonna Go

To That Snotnose

Actors School.

They're Gonna

Chew You Up

And Spit You Out,

And You're Gonna

Come Limping Back

Expecting Me

To Be Waitin'

Here For You?

Well, You Know What?

Bag That,

'Cause I Have

A Life, Too,

And If You Don't

Wanna Be A Part Of It,

Then You're

Out Of It!

Chuy, Wait!

You Know What

Ms. Bartlett Told Me?

She Said That Ever Since

She Quit Juilliard,

She Wondered Every Day

What Would've Happened

If She Stuck It Out.

Every Day,

She Wonders, Chuy!

I Don't Wanna Wonder!

I Wanna Know!

Well, Good For You.

Buena Suerte,

Chica. Eh?

Chuy, Don't Do This!

[Tires Screech]

Answering Machine:

This Is Lynell Elliot.

Please Leave A Message

After The Beep.

[Beeps]

Hi.

Miss Elliot?

This Is Daisy Salinas

From Marshall Middle School.

I Met You At

The Hamilton Dance Meet.

I'm Calling

Because I Would

Very Much Appreciate It

If You Would Send Me

An Application

To Your School.

Thanks.

[Crying]

What Do You Mean

We Can't Go?

I Mean, This Is

Everything Those Girls

Have Worked For.

I Understand,

But There's Not

A Single Dime

Left In The Budget.

Well, What Are We

Talking About, A Bus?

One Bus For One Day?

How Much Could That

Possibly Cost?

Because We'd Be Going

To San Diego,

Which Is Outside

Our District,

I Have To Get

A Liability Rider.

Then There's The Cost

Of The Driver, The Gas,

The Bus Itself--

But This Isn't

The First Year

You've Had A Dance Team.

Why Wasn't This Put

In The Budget

From The Start?

But This Is

The First Year

We've Had A Dance That's Even

Come Close To Being

In The Regionals.

Sir, What Am

I Supposed To Do?

Punish These Girls

For Their Success,

Tell Them If They'd

Only Gone And Failed,

Everything

Would Be Fine?

I'm Very Sorry,

Ms. Bartlett,

But I Don't Know

Where I'm Gonna Get

My Hands On $1,200.

Ohh. [Sighs]

What If We Raise

The Money Ourselves?

Yeah. Maybe We Could

Even Raise Enough

To Get New Uniforms.

We Could

Have A Car Wash.

Yeah. And We Can Sell

Food And Stuff.

Like A Block Party!

Guys, We Have To Do

Whatever It Takes

To Get To Regionals.

We Have A Lot To Do

In The Next 2 Weeks.

Like Come Up With

A Whole New Routine.

Actually, You Guys,

I Was Thinking About That.

How Would You Feel

If We Did Something

Really Innovative

By Taking Advantage

Of Your Background?

You Mean,

Something Like This?

I Did It Since I Was

Old Enough To Walk.

My Mother Call It

La Lavadora.

The Washing Machine.

Yeah! A-And How

'Bout The Merengue,

Like This?

That's Perfect!

That's It!

That's It!

Who Else?

Anybody Else

Have Something?

My Parents Do

The Cha-Cha.

It's Like...

Cha-Cha-Cha

Ms. Bartlett:

Ok, Watch Daisy.

Do You See How

She Makes It Her Own?

She's Going From Cha-Cha

To Hip-Hop, Back To Salsa...

Flamenco...

Mmm...

Unh...Salsa.

Cool. Now, How Do We

Turn It Into A Routine?

Yeah, And How Are We Ever

Gonna Learn It On Time?

Well, Let's

Figure That Out.

Daisy,

What Do You Think?

We Start Up Here,

Bring It Down...

And Hip,

Salsa,

Pirouette...

Come On, Girls,

Try This With Us.

Merengue...

And Do What You Were

Doing Before, Ok?

And Cross Over.

Ok, Perfect.

Spin Around, And...

Shake, Shake, Shake!

From The Top--Up!

Arms Up, Bring It Down,

And Pop

The Head--Salsa...

Pirouette...

Oh! Alex!

What Are You Doing Here?

I Have To Tell You,

You Are Not

The Easiest Person

In The World

To Track Down.

Ohh! Come Here!

Let's Go Inside.

Ok.

Get Some Tea.

Are The Rumors True?

Are You Teaching Now?

Ninth-Grade Biology.

[Laughs]

Unbelievable!

And You're

Digging It?

Yeah. It Definitely

Has Its Challenges.

Well, You Know,

The Reason I'm Here--

I Was, Uh, Talking

To Bob Humphrey.

From Medico?

Exactly.

He's Now One

Of The Hotshots

On The Web.

His Web Site--

It's Huge!

It's Gossip, Advice,

Fashion Tips--

You Know, All The Stuff

For Preteen Girls

With Links To

The Best Clothes,

Cosmetic,

And Music Sites.

It's Unreal!

And?

And They're

Looking For A Head

Of Customer Relations

And Marketing...

Hmm.

And I Told Them

About You.

Oh...

Well, Alex, That's

Really Flattering, But...

I Think I'm Starting

To Hit My Stride

With This Teaching Thing.

How Much You Making?

Enough.

If I Never Wanna

Take Another

Decent Vacation Again.

Hey, Whatever

You're Pulling In,

Bobby'll

Double It--At Least!

I Mean, He's Had

A Hundred Applicants,

But No One

With Your Skills

Or Experience.

Now With This

Teaching Thing

On Top Of It...

Your Students Are

His Core Demographic.

I Don't Know, Alex.

I Don't Know.

Give Him A Call.

They Even Have

An Office In London.

Hmm...

Ahh, You'd Love

London.

Give Him A Call.

Take An Interview.

What Can It Hurt?

I Guess There's

No Reason Not

To Just Meet The Guy.

Exactly.

Right...

Give Him A Call.

Alyssa:
How Can You

Be Failing Math?

It's Only The Term

Progress Report,

Not An Actual

Report Card.

Look, Mr. Zavala

Is Totally Crazy

About This Stuff.

Any Failing Grade

Means You Can't Be On

An After-School Team.

Yeah, But Even

He Wouldn't

Kick Her Off

Right Before

Regionals.

Wanna Bet?

Stupid Math!

It's Always

Been A Pain!

What Are

We Gonna Do?

Well, Let's

Just Talk To

Ms. Bartlett.

I Mean, Maybe

She Can Pull

Some Strings.

Chicas! Listen Up.

Bad News.

What's Going On,

Marisol?

I Hear Ms. Bartlett

Talking

On Her Cell Phone

About A New Job.

That's Not Possible.

Marisol, Are You

Sure You Heard That?

S! I Know

My English Will Not

Be So Perfect,

But My Ears,

They Are Fine.

She Never Wanted

To Be Here In

The First Place!

We Were Just

A Paycheck

Between Real Jobs!

Daisy, That's

Not True, Ok?

I Don't Believe It!

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