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My name is Lena Grisky

and I go to the best ballet school in the world.

I have a secret.

I'm a time traveler from 1905

and my boyfriend Henri is doing everything he can to get me home.

♪ I can feel my heart skipping Go off the beat ♪

♪ Things are pacing too fast out on the streets ♪

♪ And I try to stay on my feet along the way ♪

♪ Another crazy day Okay, okay ♪

♪ Wake up, wake up, wake up into a new world ♪

♪ Watch out, watch out, watch out and hold on strong, girl ♪

♪ It's time to show myself what I can be ♪

♪ Figure out my life and still be me ♪

♪ Wake up, wake up, wake up and welcome to my world ♪

(Henri) 'I know I sound mad but I'm not joking. Time travel is really a thing.

My dad says you went through a portal,

which means you should end up in the exact same place, just in a different year.

I don't know what year exactly, but if my Dad's right, then you're still at the Garnier.

So that's good, right?'

'That necklace I gave you, that's the reason you time traveled.

It's special. Keep it in a safe place. Always keep it protected.

There are people who'd do anything to get their hands on it.'

'I don't want to scare you, but this is really important. Beware.

Three guys. Dressed in strange clothes. These are the Time Collectors.

They will know what year you're in, and that terrifies me.

They're coming for you.'

'I know it wasn't exactly the plan, but I promise I'll find you.'

(classical music plays)

(Lena gasps) (students laugh)

May I try again please?

Thank you.

(Henri) 'Whatever time you're in, just do what you always do. Dance.

Dance like your life depends on it.

Blend in and stay away from the Time Collectors.

Dance like your life depends on it.'

Wow!

(gasps)

(threatening music) (Gabrielle tuts)

Excuse me.

(Gabrielle) Elena!

Can I help you, boys?

Too many people here...

(Franck) Don't worry, Paris is ours. She'll be alone soon enough.

(students chattering)

Hi, Thea. Social report. You have ninety-six more followers.

(Bree) School report. Dede and Brock broke up.

Oh no, wait... That was on the show "Emergency Beauty Queens."

Nothing new at school to report.

(camera shutters clicking)

Post that one. My followers will love it.

(Jeff beatboxes, then gasps) Whoa! Dude, dude...

She's totally famous from that show Dance Off.

Ho, ho ho! My friends are gonna lose their minds, bro!

Ready, ready? One, two, three...

Who is she?

Excuse me?

Erm... I was just asking...

Elena Grande. She's new. And she's a problem.

Bree, look away.

What's up with her, anyway? She looks like a scared little rabbit.

(girls snigger)

She wrecked my Défilé.

She'll pay for destroying my moment.

Totally. Like money?

Bree, don't be so literal. She'll pay because she'll want to be us and can't.

(scoffs) Yeah, that's totally what I meant...

Hey, you.

You alright?

Welcome home.

Did you see those motorcars outside?

Wait... home? But I thought you said we were going to the school.

And here we are... School, Milady.

But we sleep at the Garnier, yes?

I wish. But our room's pretty good.

How is Henri ever gonna find me if I'm not there but here?

Oh! A boy! That's why you're being so weird.

You can text, e-mail, and VideoChat this Henri guy. It's like, no biggie.

I simply must be at the Garnier, the Paris Ballet House.

Yeah, relax, we go there all the time.

Really? Truly?

What are you, a hundred? Yes, really, truly.

Now come on, I've got your back.

(phones beeping and ringing)

Wow. This is the future!

(phone beeps)

You guys! It's the invitation to the Blok audition.

This is... huge. You've got to dance like you've never danced before.

You. Wear blue. You. Green.

Nobody wear pink, cause that's my color. Got it?

(whispers) She told me to throw all of my blue...

(whispers) Get this.

What are you all standing there for?

You should be practicing, picking out outfits. Go. Go.

It's an underground dance crew: the Blok.

Determines your social status for the rest of the year.

It's the only place where we can dance hip-hop and stuff.

Sick!

The fact that you're new and still got in? Really cool man.

Well, hip-hop is my thing. And I'm gonna wipe the floor with your lameness.

Just don't let it get in the way of why you're here, you know?

What's that supposed to mean?

It means ballet first.

And save your "thing" for after class not during it, if you know what I mean.

Sure. Yo, check it dude.

Wooh.

(laughs)

That's what I thought!

So at 6:30, you better be ready to roll.

I shower at night. More hot water.

Oh, do you wanna write this down?

Okay, so breakfast's at seven. Then boring school. Then lunch.

Then ballet, ballet pairs, ballet tech, then...

Lena, are you listening?

Hmmm. What is this? It's delicious!

Is that what you call this miracle? Piesa.

How do you not know what pizza is? Aren't you from Italy?

Are they trousers?!

Okay. What is your deal? Like, where are you from?

Cause you sound like you just landed from another planet.

And you act like you just stepped out of a documentary on the History Channel.

I'm from a small town in Russ... Italy.

And we don't have any of these modern day conveniences.

And girls certainly don't wear trousers. Or eat pizza.

Wow. Are they really comfortable?

Oh. Are you Amish?

Oh... Okay, yeah, yeah! I totally get you.

With the clothes and the overall panic. Right. Okay... I can work with this.

(phone beeps)

OMG. This just in! "Dance if you dare". You in?

Am I in what exactly?

Only the coolest gig around. How's your street dancing? Hip-hop? No?

Oh, you didn't get invited. Hey, don't feel bad, I didn't get asked last year.

And I guess being Amish you don't have a phone,

so he wouldn't have your digits anyway. But it's okay, you're with me.

I don't mean to be rude, but what language do you speak?

Funny. You're kinda weird, but lucky for you, weird is my jam.

I'm half Brit, half American.

Dude, you're spilling it.

I spend summers in London with my dad.

My mum's a diplomat, so she travels everywhere. They're divorced.

But anyway, let's continue with the tour!

(squeals with joy)

(laughs) Really, Jeff?

You spend more time in front of the mirror than anyone else in this place.

He's just showing us around.

You ready for the tour?

Oh, I get it... You've got a crush on him. (laughs)

Tour on!

OK, memorize it. Studios are over there.

That one's for the girls, that one's for the boys.

And don't be late. Like, ever. Unless you're dead. And even then, I'd get a...

(boys snigger)

First time with a glass door... Don't worry. It happens to everyone.

Sort of. They didn't even notice.

(boys burst out laughing)

Is this a costume party?

Hardly. You dance on the roof to get into a secret underground dance crew.

Whose?

Max. Alverez? Hello?

And it's a secret.

I mean, we know, but no one can know that we know. You know?

He does it every year. It's the highest status in the school if you make it in.

You can never talk about it. You're either in, or out.

Please tell me that isn't what you're wearing.

Oh! Your stuff hasn't arrived. I can lend you something.

Oh no, that's okay. This is my favorite dress.

It's what I would wear to a formal event. Thank you, though.

Okay. If you wanna look like my Great Aunt Rosemary, then go right ahead.

Let's go.

But it's after dark and we don't have a chaperone.

Which is anxiously cold.

You mean... awesomely cool?

That is what I mean. Shall we call the footman to get the carriage?

Okay, erm... No footman. No carriage.

(laughs nervously) I was just trying to have a humorous exchange. Erm...

Let's... let's travel forth.

Okay.

(hip-hop beat plays, students cheer)

Why does he always do that?

Tonight's like an audition. If we get in, we won't be total social outcasts.

No offense, but you need this.

Come on.

Nope. -Wasn't asking!

Come on, new girl, show us what you got.

Okay, don't panic, but it's your turn.

My turn for what?

You need to win this. Redemption is key.

What is the contest?

Dance. Come on.

Oh no, that's okay. I'm just going to watch, thank you.

Come on, don't be shy!

Go.

(distant cheering)

Look at me. You can do this. Take Thea down. Come on. Clap her in!

She's gonna need a miracle.

(Henri) Dance like your life depends on it.

Woohoo!

(students) Go, go, go!

Right... Keep it simple, yeah?

Oh, I'm so sorry!

She's still going.

(all gasp) Oooh!

It's okay. I'm okay. Keep the game going.

(all cheer)

I accept the contest.

(Jeff) Wooh! Thea! You're on fire, girl!

(all) Thea! Thea!

Nice!

(Ines) Dude, seriously, stop! That's enough!

(booing)

How am I doing? Am I winning? I think I'm winning!

Winning? No, no! You're kind of doing the opposite of winning.

Come on, you can stop now.

Don't worry. I'll teach you some stuff.

Like how to navigate the world of teenagers

or maybe a few non-Amish dance moves.

That was awful. (laughs)

Seriously painful, dude. I'm gonna have to teach you,

because I can't see that again. Like, it burned my eyes.

Like, the image is burned onto my corneas.

I think I actually might need surgery.

(laughs)

(all) Go, go, go!

He doesn't actually need surgery, right? That was a joke?

See? You're learning.

(threatening music)

Argh... She's always surrounded by people.

I can dance my way in.

No Clive. You won't dance your way into anywhere.

We need to get to her through the boyfriend.

Let's go. Something feels off.

Thank you for coming to this staff meeting.

As you know, we demand excellence in this school.

And it's up to me to uphold such excellence.

Okay, so. I have decided to cut Elena Grande.

(gasps)

No way!

Yes!

Dash? Dash? Dash!

Check it out man! I got in! Wooohoooo!

And you did too!

Whoa! -No way, dude!

Yes! Sick.

(both cheer and laugh)

(laughs)

Woooh!

(phones beeping, students laugh)

Play it again! (all laugh)

(Ines' phone beeps)

Sooo?

I don't have my card yet. -No?

Nope. -Huh. Weird.

Did you check your pockets?

(squeals excitedly) You're the best!

You owned it last night. Killer moves.

(hip-hop beat plays on TV)

Oh, I'm so sorry.

I need to blend in.

When I was little, I could outrun any boy in the pala... place.

And everyone said I couldn't climb trees. But I could and I did.

She's not going to beat me. She's about to get...

what's the word?

Schooled?

Really? That's the word?

You could say beaten, or owned, but I'd say schooled.

All right, then. I'm gonna schooled her!

(laughs) Yeah! Schooled her.

I need your help.

I'd like to take your offer up on the wardrobe.

I'm gonna wear... trousers!

(both laugh)

Okay. What's mine is yours. Tadaa!

(both laugh)

Impressive. Show me that move.

All in good time, my friend. I wouldn't want you to hurt yourself.

Haha! Funny.

Whoa! What is up with her?

(gasps)

(laughter)

Alright, alright. Let's see you strut your stuff then.

Yeah!

(classical music starts)

(changes to dance beat)

(gasps) Woohoo!

(Jeff) Oh, yeah!

Oh, she's looking at you Thea.

Woohoo!

Uh-huh.

(cheering and clapping)

Thank you.

Well done!

Wow. I mean... I did not see that coming!

That was unbelievably cool. I knew you had it in you.

Woooooooh, yes!

But, I'm gonna have to give you a few lessons in the world of hip-hop.

Gratis, of course.

(Dash) Really impressive, new girl.

Too bad you couldn't pull that off last night.

Or yesterday at the workshop audition. Too little, too late, I'd say.

Well, I mean... She got one of these, didn't she?

(others gasp and whisper)

(whispers) She is so over.

What? Tell, tell!

She's out. Cut. Over. Miss Carré told me herself.

(Kennedy and Bree) Wow.

(Ines) Where did that come from? -(Gabrielle) Students!

The dancers that will be chosen for my workshop are as follows.

Max Alverez.

Dash Khan.

Ines Le Breton.

Jeffery Chase.

Hm?

Mr. Chase? Do you not feel you belong? Should I reconsider?

No, Ma'am. I just... There's so many good dancers.

And sometimes I get... No, Ma'am.

Aaron Licht.

Thea Raphael.

And finally...

Elena Grande.

(hurried footsteps approach)

I'm so sorry I'm late. Hi everyone. I'm Elena Grande.

(all gasp)

(student) Whoa. Who is she then?