Make It Happen Page #3

Good night.

Good night.

- Hey.

- Hi.

- How's it going?

- Good.

So I had a good time last night.

Me, too.

You have got to be kidding me.

Carmen's running late.

Doesn't Dana go on first anyway?

Do you see Dana?

No, because she called in sick.

- And I have a line...

- I can spin till Carmen gets here.

I have three birthday parties

and a room full of VIPs.

No offence, Russ,

but they didn't come to hear you spin.

- You could let Lauryn dance.

- What?

Brenda, I've seen her dance,

OK, she's good.

Why don't you just give her a shot?

Look, Lauryn, you're a sweet kid,

but you're obviously no dancer.

Why did you tell her that?

What, you're gonna hide out

back here?

What you saw me doing

was fooling around.

- I don't dance like Ruby's girls.

- So do your thing.

Trust me, when you get on stage,

nobody's gonna care.

Well, I care.

You moved to Chicago to be a dancer.

I moved here to go to school.

OK.

I'm sorry.

Look, price doesn't matter

as long as you get her here.

Yes, a cab.

How long? All right.

Thanks, I'll give them a try.

Joe, it's Brenda,

I need a girl right away.

Give me a shot.

I can do it.

Get off the stage!

What is this, amateur night?

We have a tradition.

After your first dance...

...a toast on the house.

- Thank you.

If I didn't know any better,

I'd say you rehearsed for tonight.

Beginner's luck.

"Beginner"...you got that right.

Well...

...that just proves

how good you were tonight.

- Cheers.

- Cheers.

You wanna get out of here?

Really?

You grew up around a garage?

Yeah, I know

my way around a car.

- I'd like to see you as a grease monkey.

- Oh, yeah.

That'd be Joel's dream come true,

keeping me in that shop.

- Well, he's just a protective brother.

- A little too protective.

He doesn't want me to get my hopes up,

so he means well, I guess.

- This is really impressive.

- It's my entire life, right here.

- That yours, too?

- Mm-hm.

Yeah, I gotta admit something

that's been bothering me for a while.

What's that?

I lied.

When I said I liked corn,

that was a blatant lie.

I actually hate corn.

Wow. I feel betrayed, like I don't

even know you any more...

- Play me something you wrote.

- What, now? No. No, it's...

Quit stalling, Music Man.

OK.

OK.

This one I'll play you is...

It's not finished yet.

And... er... you know, don't judge it.

OK, please?

- OK.

- OK.

This is you?

Yeah, I just, I looped the vocals.

- On the sax, that's you, too?

- Mm-hm.

You should play more.

You're good.

Thanks.

So that's pretty much it.

- It's not finished.

- Why not?

Cos I haven't got around to it.

I think someone's eager

to change the subject.

Yeah. Yeah.

This your thing?

Going though all the girls at the club?

- Mm-hm, all of them.

- That's what I thought.

First Carmen and then who else?

You know,

somebody needs to shut you up.

- Oh, really?

- Mm-hm.

- What's wrong?

- I think I had too much to drink.

Well, then, you... er... shouldn't drive.

I'm sorry, I don't...

I don't think I'm ready for that yet.

That's not what I was talking about.

Hey. Got your email.

Yeah, I was gonna call you. I got a job.

- At a garage?

- No, at a club, called Ruby's.

OK, what's with the silence?

Had to let Marty go.

It's no biggie, just a little downsizing.

'So how's the school? '

It's good.

I sent you some stuff I found

in the attic I thought you might want.

- 'Some of Mom's things.'

- Thanks.

I gotta go. I booked some studio time

and my class is starting, so I should...

Yeah. Yeah, sorry. Take care.

Lauryn, I have three regulars outside

asking when they'll see you dance again.

I told them tonight. Can you be ready?

Yeah.

You haven't earned the right

to be on that stage.

- Excuse me?

- Yeah, you're a dime a dozen.

Just another girl from Bumbalow

trying to make it big.

Guess what, this is the real world and

people come to see something special.

Not that stuff you do.

Bullshit, Carmen.

I've trained my whole life.

Please.

The tradition takes years to perfect.

You don't just roll in and own it.

Lauryn, ten minutes and you're up.

What's going on?

Break a leg. Really. I mean it.

Ladies and gentlemen,

let's give a warm Ruby's welcome

to the newest addition

to the family... Lauryn!

Like you said, girl's got moves.

So... er... this school

you auditioned for,

did they say anything, you know,

like why you didn't get in?

Sort of, I guess.

Can I be honest with you?

I think whoever made that decision

is nuts.

OK, the director of the dance

department didn't like my routine.

He said he thought it wasn't...

sensual or feminine enough

or something like that.

Let's wrestle him into Ruby's one night

and prove him wrong.

I don't think he's looking

for Ruby's kind of dancers.

This guy can't have final say

in your life.

Well, no offence, but he is

a world-renowned choreographer,

so I think he knows a little bit more

about dance than me and you.

Well, I know what I see and...

...I see that you could be as sexy

as Carmen if you wanted to be.

Oh, really?

You know what, Russ?

My life's goal isn't

to be as sexy as Carmen.

- Hey... I'm sorry, that came out wrong.

- Oh, you think?

Yeah. This isn't about Carmen,

this is about you.

You can mix it up better

than any of those girls at Ruby's,

and trust me, I've seen 'em all.

And you have the potential

to go so much further.

That's all I was trying to say.

What?

Come on.

Ow! You know, you're kind of cute

when you're mad.

- I'm not talking to you.

- I'm just saying.

Shut up!

Mom...

Hey.

Hey.

Your routine felt a little off tonight.

Something on your mind?

Just... some stuff from back home,

I guess.

My favourite teacher once told me...

dance is a window to the soul.

It doesn't let you hide.

But if you always fight what you feel,

you'll never tap into what could

make you not just a good dancer

but a great one.

Yeah.

Lock up when you leave, OK?

OK.

# Get off the wall,

don't matter what they think

# From your fingertips

to your toes

# You know you're hot,

so let everybody know

- # Gotta take it low

- # Bottoms up, bottoms up...

# Yeah, keep it movin', man,

make it poppin', man

# I'm on the move,

gotta catch me when you can

# Might see my face

on the movie screen

# Hypnotise you frame by frame,

scene by scene

# Get your head up, do your thang

# Get off the wall,

don't matter what they think... #

Coming.

Is something wrong?

No, not at all.

You just look amazing. Come on in.

You are a closet romantic.

Well, I've been called worse.

Shall we?

Wait. Let me.

- Thank you.

- You're welcome.

- May I offer you some wine?

- Yes, please.

Thank you.

Oh, no. I gotta check the oven.

I'll be right back.

How about a take-out?

I don't know, it's like...

...as long as the shop is alive,

a little piece of my parents is, too.

So, it would kill me

if Joel ever closed it.

- You two sound close.

- We've had our moments.

So I wanted to thank you

for the other night.

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