Save the Last Dance 2

I wanna be a ballerina.

That's always been my dream.

My mom always said that I did

pirouettes before I even started walking.

And I did them and I fell on my butt.

I had a little ballerina on my nightstand,

and I think this was my first idea

why I wanted to become a ballerina,

'cause I never knew that ballet existed.

I love hip-hop.

Missy, Jay-Z, Common,

N.W.A., Kanye West.

Hip-hop allows you to let go

and follow the beat.

I think the biggest difference between

ballet and hip-hop is the posture.

That settling into your body in hip-hop,

whereas ballet,

it's just about flying and flowing.

I love kissing.

Stuffed pizza, are you kidding?

Wrigley Field.

Maybe dancing and kissing,

the same time.

The lake, my friends and my dad.

Oh, my God, my dad, Roy...

Trumpet. He's a trumpet player.

Trumpet.

And this necklace. It's from my mom.

She gave it to me for luck.

It's not too much leaving home,

'cause I'm really excited

to go to New York,

but it's the not knowing.

Not knowing what's gonna happen,

not knowing the people

who are gonna be in my life.

My boyfriend and I decided

to see other people,

because he's studying somewhere

and I'm here in New York,

and it's probably better this way.

My ankles are a little weak,

and my turnout could be

probably a little better.

Oh, it hurts so much.

Don't you want me to do, like,

a pirouette or something?

This is what I've been doing

my whole life,

and honestly I don't think

I had time to do anything else,

besides kissing.

I'm gonna be working really,

really hard to be the best.

And you won't be disappointed in me.

There are not gonna be

better dancers than me there.

I'm going to be the best.

And if there are,

they should just wait and see.

That's right.

That's right.

Hey, that was awesome.

- What do you call that?

- An attitude.

Oh, neat.

- Are you Zoe?

- Uh-huh.

I'm Sara.

Yes, you'll do.

Okay...

You brought this

all the way from Texas?

Yes.

In Texas,

we have something called "gentlemen."

I think I got something called a "hernia."

How did you get it here

in the first place?

Some horny cellist.

Why don't we take some stuff out?

It will be easier to carry.

Yes, that is an excellent idea.

Why didn't I think of that?

Okay, that's my jewelry,

that's my top hat.

That's Hamlet.

I've always suspected

Ken was a serial killer.

Each of you has been blessed

with a unique gift.

- Trombone.

- What?

I got this thing where I can look at

somebody, I can tell what they do.

And you are a trombonista.

Well, maybe your thing is broken,

'cause I'm here for ballet.

What? You trying to be a ballerina?

I am a ballerina.

I'm trying to become a prima ballerina.

Well, you are kind of prima,

but you don't look like a ballerina.

You've got the soul

of a trombone player.

It's in the eyes.

I...

I'm Miles and you are...

From our ballet department,

Miss Monique Delacroix.

- You mind?

- I mind what?

Turning that down.

I'm trying to hear Miss Delacroix.

And by the way, the remix is way better.

Although I'm sure it's true

you're the best and brightest

that your former schools

and teachers had to offer,

I regret having to dash

your dreams of a meteoric rise

to the pinnacle of artistic success

and world renown.

By Juilliard choosing you,

the bar's been raised.

the bar's been raised.

For the next four years,

you must strive for perfection.

Please look to your left

and your right.

Only one in three of you

will go on to a life of fulfillment

in the mastery of your art.

The other two will probably end up

stocking books at Barnes & Noble

or working behind a cosmetic counter

in Buffalo.

Welcome to Juilliard.

Thanks.

Oh, my God!

How pretentious can you get?

I mean, I know she's your idol, you have

the poster over the bed and all but...

Monique Delacroix has danced the lead

with every major ballet company

in the world.

She was a principal

at the American Ballet Theatre

for 15 years.

- Whatever.

- What?

You wanna wind up working

in a cosmetics counter in Buffalo?

The women in my family don't work.

They drink martinis,

and they get face-lifts.

Me, I just wanna act

and leave the world domination

to you and Mistress Delacroix.

Oh, my God. There's my mentor.

He's beautiful. I hate him.

I better go and pay my respects.

See you.

- Hi.

- Hello.

Hi. I'm Sara, your mentee.

Well, sit down

before that tray tips you over.

- So, Sara, you any good?

- Yes. But isn't everybody?

We wouldn't be here if we weren't.

See you.

- Bye.

- Okay.

I'll watch out for you as best I can.

But for the most part,

you're on your own.

So we're all

totally freaking wasted, right?

And guess

who gets on the freaking elevator?

- Do you pluck your eyebrows?

- What?

Your eyebrows,

where do you get them done?

Round the corner on 9th,

at the Chinese place.

Cool.

Never ever date an actor.

All they wanna do is screw ballerinas.

It's like a fetish.

Besides, when you dump them,

they're such drama queens.

So do you have a boyfriend?

Yes. Well, no.

He's in premed at Georgetown,

and I'm here.

We decided we could date

other people...

Forget about him. It's for the best.

Honestly, there's

maybe seven ballet companies

worth dancing for in the world.

That means you have to stay focused.

Boyfriends, they just get in the way.

My God, this summer in Paris,

I was like the ugly American

because my sissonne ouverte

wasn't grande enough.

Who'd you take class with?

- Me?

- Yes, you.

The Chicago Ballet with Uri Pell.

Oh, I know him. He's kind of out there.

If you mean progressive,

yeah, he's kind of out there.

He did the thing where everybody

was like keys on a typewriter.

Were you in that?

Sara, come with me for a moment.

- Stand here.

- Why?

- What's your name?

- Sara.

Sara Johnson.

You'd all do well to follow

Miss Johnson's example.

Class begins at 9:30 sharp,

which means that 9:29 you should all

be stretched and waiting for my arrival.

And you, what's your name?

- Marcus.

- Marcus, what is this place?

- A dance studio?

- No, it's a cathedral.

In this room dwells the entire

spiritual history of our species.

How can you hope

to be part of that, Marcus,

while wearing trousers that go "whish,

whish" every time you take a step?

- I...

- You can't.

Not one article of vinyl clothing

is to cross that threshold.

- Are we clear?

- Yes.

- Morning, Bella.

- Morning.

Morning.

You will be divided into three lines

based on your abilities.

We will do this in every class.

If you find yourself in line number three

more than five weeks,

you will be asked to leave the program.

Please line up at the long bar.

Marcus,

third line.

Bella. Please.

We'll begin with plis.

What happened to your eye?

I was in circus class, I fell off my stilts.

Is that something you should be doing

on a first day?

Welcome to

Introduction to Hip-Hop Theory.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

What? You're the one

who made us take this class.

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