Leap! Page #3

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First, second. Second.

No, second, third.

Third? Third?

- Third, fourth.

- (PANTS)

Fifth? Fifth.

First. Second.

- Hello!

- Third. Third?

Bonjour! (CHUCKLES)

- Fifth, sixth.

- How are you?

- There is no sixth.

- Well, I'm happy to see you too.

- Oh, Victor!

- Hello!

I have so many things

to tell you!

Me too.

(SIGHS) Wow! This time,

it's really broken.

Can you do something?

Don't worry, I've got it.

I am the winner

of our little bet.

(CHUCKLES) What bet?

You know, the one about

who gets their dream first.

- I am going to be an inventor!

- Really?

You're just jealous that,

in 24 hours,

I've got a job with the man

who is building that!

Did you bump your head

when you fell in the boat?

Nope!

Yesterday, after

you got separated,

I just took a quiet walk

around the streets of Paris.

It was all good, totally good.

I was really not scared at all.

I met some charming locals

who helped me find my way.

And you will never believe this,

but then I stumbled on

a Breton bar

and I got a big, warm

and friendly welcome.

They welcomed me like

a brother, a son, a nephew!

And then I met this super guy

called Mathurin.

We talked, we laughed,

we danced together,

and then my new best buddy and I

decided to head home

to his place.

And you are never, ever

going to believe this

but he works in the atelier

of Gustave Eiffel,

the nicest, best

and most magnetic inventor

in the whole world!

I am going to be

the most famous engineer's

right-hand man.

Oh, and I've gone back to square one

with my chicken wings.

I am now working on

combining air velocity

with fibrous catchment systems.

I'm trying a kite.

- Wow! I made progress too!

- Really?

I'm a dancer. Yes! Yes!

A student at the Opera.

And soon I'm going to be

an toile at the Opera de Paris.

You, a dancer at the Opera?

OK, and may I know

how you came to be at the Opera?

By the door,

I saw some lights and...

- Liar!

- OK!

It's Camille Le Haut,

the one who broke my music box.

- Liar!

- She wanted to apologise.

- Liar!

- Let me finish.

- Liar, liar...

- So, she gave me the letter

- Liar, liar, liar...

- that allowed her into the Opera.

When you're lying,

your nose shivers.

- You're exhausting!

- (CHUCKLES)

I stole her identity.

What? You stole it?

Are you insane?

- (WIND BLOWS)

- Whoa! Whoa! Uh-oh!

- Whoa!

- Victor!

(SCREAMS AND GRUNTS)

Victor! Victor!

- Whoa!

- Victor!

- Come back! Don't leave!

- Whoa! I'LL BE BAAAAAACK!

Again?

SONG:
You're gonna be somebody

You'll be bigger than Mars...

Oh!

Walk on your star...

- Walk on your star...

- Yeah!

You're gonna take the title

like the champion you are

From Ibiza to L.A.,

London to Qatar

You'll be somebody...

(FELICIE GIGGLES)

You'll be somebody...

(PANTS AND GRUNTS)

You'll be somebody

You're gonna be somebody...

Whoo!

You'll be bigger than Mars

You'll be somebody

You'll be somebody...

And to finish, the splits.

- (GRUNTS)

- Hmm?

- (CRACK!)

- (CHUCKLES)

Now rise.

(GRUNTS)

The class is over,

and the person

who's leaving us today is you.

You have the energy of a bullet,

but the lightness of

a depressed elephant.

Pack your trunk!

Ahem! (GROANS)

- Rise, please, mam'selle.

- But I like it here!

Rise now!

(GRUNTS) I'm stuck!

Get her out of here.

Didn't you say

one person per class?

Very well.

Until the next audition.

Then it really

will be bye-bye.

Merante hates me.

Don't say that.

That's just his way.

No, she's right. He hates you.

If he could, he'd smash

your kneecaps with his cane.

Oh, I have no chance.

- There's always a chance.

- Not always.

This might be one of those times

there's no chance at all.

But I really wanna stay here.

Then you have 12 hours

to work really hard, listen,

push yourself

and then work some more.

(GASPS)

('RUSSIAN DANCE'

FROM 'THE NUTCRACKER' BY TCHAIKOVSKY)

(GRUNTS)

- Who is that?

- Rudi from the top boys class.

Holder of the Best Cheekbones

at the Opera award.

I love him!

He's so blond and shiny.

(GIGGLES)

- (WHISPERS) Oh, wow!

- (PURRS)

- (LAUGHS)

- (BOTH GIGGLE)

Ooh! You are new, yes?

Yes.

- She's Camille.

- She has two eyes.

Ha! You have spirit, Camille,

but your dancing sucks.

- (GIRLS GRUNT)

- It's mine!

Who does he think he is?

Until we meet again, Minoushka!

Only in your dreams.

- Felicie?

- (GASPS)

- What are you doing here?

- I can explain!

There is nothing to explain.

Wait! Wait!

(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)

(MELANCHOLY MUSIC)

(SIGHS)

Whoa!

I'm sorry! Triple sorry.

If there was a bigger word

for 'sorry', I'd say it.

I let you into my life,

and you lied to me.

I don't like lies.

I could lose my job

because of you.

I get it. I messed up.

But you don't understand.

Since I can remember,

I've wanted to dance.

And when I saw Rosita Mauri

and she did those amazing moves,

I knew that's what

I wanted to be.

I knew my dream could come true!

I know it's hard to understand.

You hate dancing.

But I just want you to know

I'm truly sorry.

(GASPS)

- Any mail?

- (SIGHS)

There is no mail.

As soon as there is, fetch it.

Can you dance?

Yes. At least, I think I can.

Training starts at 5am tomorrow.

Are you a teacher?

Do you have another option?

5am?

- (BELL RINGS)

- (GASPS)

Time to train!

Jump and ring the bell!

- Why?

- Just do it.

You don't want me to dance?

No talking.

Jump and ring the bell!

- (GRUNTS)

- Again.

You said we were going to train.

- This is it! Again!

- Hmm!

Ha!

Felicie, you lack

precision and finesse.

You have little

or no sense of rhythm.

You're without balance,

grace and charm.

Come on! You can't tell all that

from one jump, can you?

You can.

On the good side, you have

the energy of a bullet,

but you also have the lightness

of a depressed elephant.

Hey! Merante used

exactly the same phrase!

After 10 years of cleaning,

you pick stuff up.

OK, now jump up, ring this bell,

land and do not

splash the water.

But that's impossible.

I thought it was

your dream to dance.

(EXHALES SHARPLY) OK!

(SIGHS)

(GRUNTS AND GROANS)

Come on!

(GRUNTS AND PANTS)

(GRUNTS)

SONG:
You're so unfair

to yourself

Got that feeling

in your chest...

(YELPS)

(GROANS)

- Can't look in the mirror...

- Get lost.

- Can't see who you are...

- Get lost!

Shoo! Shoo!

You wanna be somebody else

Every time you falter

Every time you fall

I can still see

the road ahead...

(GRUNTS)

You'll be brighter

than the stars

And you'll see

how radiant you are

I know you're full of doubt

But don't let them

bring you down

'Cause you're unstoppable

Rising higher than the sun

Climb all the way

to the top

Way up above the clouds

They'll never bring you down

'cause you're unstoppable...

- You!

- (SIGHS)

That was not merely bad,

it was a catastrophe

wrapped in a disaster

with a side order of bad.

- Ta-ta!

- (SIGHS)

(CHUCKLES)

Hold on, don't let go...

You, me, up.

Even in the dark, you glow

You'll be brighter

than the stars

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