Save the Last Dance 2 Page #5

four times a week,

and if I drop Intro to Hip-Hop,

since I get private tutoring anyway,

- I could do it.

- That would be dope.

The Vibe guys said

we could have all the time we need.

Wow.

- What's all this?

- That is my entire life on tape.

- How many are there?

- I lost count.

Over 8,000 hours at least.

How did you...

I just always carry around

a tape recorder.

Started when I was young.

I was just a kid.

First sound I remember

was the sound of rings jingling

on the shower-curtain rod

when my mom was giving me a bath.

- You got a tape of that?

- No. I was four.

Let me see.

Let me see. Let me see. Let me see.

Come on.

Have a seat.

- What are we...

- Just listen.

What is that?

New York City, East River.

February 27, 1989.

After five weeks below freezing,

the ice finally breaking.

Concentrate.

- You're okay.

- Yeah, I'm all right.

Watch your turnout.

Straighten up the line.

Oh.

- Katrina.

- You okay?

- Get away from me. I'm fine.

- You sure?

- Fine.

- Let's get you up gently.

- Are you okay?

- I'm fine.

- Can you take her to the clinic, please?

- Sure.

I'm fine.

So, in line. Let's go on.

Bella, and...

- What?

- Wake up, man.

Seriously, you've been all

Barney & Friends

ever since what's-her-name

scrambled your brains.

- Am not.

- You two are like Bonnie and Clyde,

Pam and Tommy Lee,

- Bert and Ernie.

- All right.

- Lewis and Clark.

- What?

- Britney and Justin.

- They broke up.

Seriously, man, you are so hooked.

It's like watching Bassmasters

on late night cable.

"And for tackle today,

we're using an eight-pound test line

"and a blonde ballerina as bait."

- Get out of here, man.

- You're hooked.

All right, whatever.

- You're hooked.

- All right, Eraserhead.

Hooked

Hooked on

Oh, that sells.

The doctor said it was just a sprain.

The doctor told me

you have permanent ligament damage.

But Miss Delacroix...

I'm sorry, Katrina. You can't dance.

So who gets Giselle?

It's Sara, isn't it?

She's making a fool of you.

Ask your son.

Five, six, seven, eight.

Yo, stop, stop. Hold up.

We can't even hear the drums with all

these horns blaring all over the place!

Okay. You know what?

I'm really sick and tired of all your...

Hey, why don't we just take a break?

I really don't know, man.

Who does she think she is?

- What?

- You're amazing.

So are you.

There's something I need to talk to you

about, actually...

Can we not take so many breaks

here today?

Some of us have a life.

What is it?

It's nothing.

All right, let's take it from the top.

Five, six, seven, eight.

- You really did a job this time.

- This has nothing to do with you.

You're right.

It has everything to do with her.

Jesus, you don't care about her!

- You need her...

- She's gifted...

...more than she needs you.

...the way you were.

- But you threw yours away.

- Please.

For what? So some kids

on the street could know your name.

My dream changed. That's all.

I think you're just ashamed of

where you come from.

No. I'm ashamed that you can't accept

that my history is out there

and not inside this

white marble mausoleum.

- You sound like your father.

- Fancy that.

You're angry at me, be angry at me.

But let her alone.

I love her.

Well, good.

Let her live her dream.

Don't destroy hers, as well.

So just remember...

- Sara.

- Yes?

Could you do me a favor and get me

my notes from the last design meeting?

They're on my desk.

- Sure.

- Bye.

Sara, I...

I tried. I tried to tell you in the park,

in rehearsal...

I wanted to tell you.

I just didn't know how to step to you.

I still don't.

I was afraid I'd lose you.

And I knew if it came down to me

or ballet, you'd choose ballet.

- I love you...

- Don't say that.

I believed you.

I believed that someone who can

create music as beautifully as you

had to be telling the truth.

You know what, Miles?

You're just another player.

Yes, I know Miles was a total jerk, but...

You know, it's not like his mother

is a freaking saint, either.

Okay.

This happens to me way too much.

I'm a dumb blonde.

I'm gonna go now.

Sara.

I want you to dance Giselle.

Everything all right?

- I feel like such an idiot.

- Don't.

Miles has never cared what effect

his actions have on other people.

I've arranged for you to be moved

to a single room,

so you can concentrate

on your preparation.

- I don't need to.

- You need to rest. Get some sleep.

Stop! Paul, just cut it out!

You know you're not supposed

to stick out.

You're supposed to blend.

You're a peasant.

I'm coming up there.

Sara. Hey, Miles doesn't know

I'm telling you this so...

And he'd probably beat me up

if he found out,

so, please don't tell him, okay?

- Okay.

- He needs you.

The dancers won't listen to him,

everything's falling apart.

Luckily, the guys...

I can't do anything, okay. I have Giselle.

I'm sorry.

Okay, fine. That's cool.

No. No, that's not cool.

Look, whatever happened

between you and Miles

doesn't mean you can't help out.

- You just don't want to.

- That's not fair.

You're like mini-Monique. Jet, jet.

- Zoe.

- I feel like I swallowed a bug.

Sara, we can't come to your ballet.

It's not 'cause of Zoe or anything,

it's just we have dress rehearsal

that night and...

Well, we need all the rehearsal

we can get.

Sorry.

I understand.

Sara, can you come up on stage,

please?

Yes.

Watch that rouge.

Ta-da!

- Isn't it lovely?

- What's it for?

I'm having a dinner party

after the performance at my home.

Absolutely everyone will be there,

even the Chairman of the board

of American Ballet Theatre.

Are you pleased?

- Are you nervous?

- Yes.

You shouldn't be. You're my student.

Now remember to watch

those extensions and think up.

Merde.

Excuse me, you can't go...

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know her.

Thank you.

- Wow, look at you.

- Hey, okay, no, no, no.

Don't be nice yet, okay?

There are two things. No.

"I just wanted to say that I'm sorry

"and that I love you so much.

"Because no matter how stupid or crazy

I act, you've always been there for me.

"And I'm sorry. Break a leg. Love, Zoe."

- It's okay.

- No, no, no, it's not okay,

'cause I was such a b*tch and...

God, I am so proud of you, Sara.

You did it. You know, you did

what you said you were going to do.

- You're so rad.

- You're the rad one.

- And so blonde.

- I know.

I kind of like being a dumb blonde.

You know I think Franz likes it, too.

Men are so easy.

Fifteen minutes to places, please.

Fifteen minutes.

You have some twirling to do.

I'm gonna try and not whistle too loud.

Wait. You said two things.

Please don't hate me.

I nearly killed Franz

when he asked me to do this.

It's from Miles.

Wonderful!

Giselle!

Oh, great job.

- It was great. It was wonderful.

- Good, good, good, thank you.

Sara, there you are.

What on earth are you doing here?

Everyone wants to congratulate you.

What's the matter?

Is something wrong?

Oh, you must be exhausted.

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