Save the Last Dance 2 Page #6

I can remember coming off stage

after a performance,

barely able to walk.

You leave everything on the stage.

It's the best feeling in the world.

- Did you ever wonder if...

- What?

- If it was enough?

- Enough?

Dear girl, once you get a taste for it,

it's never enough.

In time, there are better sets,

lovelier costumes...

No.

Did you ever wonder

if this was all you'd ever do,

all you'd ever be?

Let's go. Everyone's waiting.

Miss Delacroix, I don't think

I want to be just a ballerina.

- It's just nerves.

- You're not listening.

I can't give up everything for ballet.

No one's asking you

to give up everything.

But you will.

Maybe not on purpose,

maybe not all at once.

Listen to me, Sara,

there are hundreds of thousands of girls

who would kill to be in your position.

Your gift means nothing

without hard work, discipline

and yes, sacrifice.

You just have a child's idea

of happiness.

And to be great you have to...

You have to let that go.

Why?

I'll wait for you in the limo.

I'm sorry. I can't go to your party.

- You changed the song again!

- I had to.

And I'm just supposed to redo

all the steps?

This is your mess, you fix it.

- Candy, please.

- No.

You holler when you sort it all out,

Mr. Control Freak!

You know the number,

unless you changed that, too.

Miles, what are we gonna do now?

I don't know, man.

Just give me a minute.

- Sara, I...

- No, don't say anything.

Please just listen.

I danced the best

I've ever danced tonight.

It was close to perfect.

When I was done, I closed my eyes

and I felt such peace.

But when I opened them,

everyone was standing and clapping.

And I felt nothing.

Just numb.

And I thought to myself,

"That's an odd thing to feel.

"I've worked my whole life

to get to this place,

"and I feel nothing?"

And then there you were.

You popped into my head.

I couldn't stop thinking about you.

Your face, your smile,

and what you said that day in class.

"I am here."

And I realized this whole time, I've been

trying to perfect someone else's steps

instead of finding my own.

Well, I wanna be here, too.

I wanna paint with ballerinas, b-boys

in point shoes and high-tops.

If my dream of dancing ballet

doesn't have enough room for all that,

my friends,

and you with a cannoli once in a while,

then I'm gonna have to find a dream

big enough that does.

And all I was gonna say was,

"I'm sorry."

So, looks like you're having

some trouble with your dancers.

Yeah. We got 24 hours to get right,

and we looking kind of wrong right now.

You know what I'm saying?

You want some help?

You're not gonna make me beg,

are you?

Miles, please let me help you.

All right.

I'm out.

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