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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 ♪

(Jeff) Previously... Can I talk to Zack, please?

I still haven't heard back from Zack about the hip‐hop show in LA and I'm freaking out.

What's wrong? Nothing.

Think I might want to reconsider.

Romy and Simon have been billeting at school,

but Romy went to the future and discovered she wasn't going to get in.

(sobbing) I didn't get into the Paris Opera Ballet School.

I've gotta go into the Bureau for a few days. Why?

You just have to trust me.

Nico left us to go back to the Bureau and now we don't know whose side he's on anymore.

(Quinn) Are you ready to bring them in?

Yes.

I can't even hold a thought in my head.

I can't believe that the audition for company is today.

Let's talk about the plan. Have you heard from Nico yet?

No, Ines. No Bureau talk.

Okay? Our dance futures are at stake.

I'm gonna miss your weird pregame ritual.

Lena, you can't cry. This isn't the end. It's just another step.

There are two spots. And we're gonna get them. One and two. Simple.

(sighs) The competition is gonna be so tough.

I mean, there are girls auditioning from the best ballet schools in the world.

(whining) Guys! Help me.

My bun looks like a spaceship has just landed on my head.

(Romy) My Dad usually does my competition buns. (sighs)

I mean, I'm auditioning for the Paris Opera Ballet School. Like, it's gotta be good!

It's okay, it's okay. Yeah, it's growing out of the side of your head, but...

Here, I'll fix it, grab that.

I thought Nico would be back by now.

Then again, he probably has some crazy ritual of lunging around Paris.

Don't mock my rituals.

You okay, little buddy?

You look like you just got werewolved in a Resident of Terror House. You alright?

(sighs) No. Nuh‐uh.

I'm really freaking out about this audition. What if I don't get into the school next year?

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Chill out with that negative self‐talk, you hear me?

(phone rings)

Oh, it's just my mom. I'll call her back.

She gets super chatty on big... day... events.

Dude! Come on. Not you, too.

Here is your ping pong paddle. I'll be right there. Alright? And then we'll lunge.

I got your rituals... covered.

(door closes) (sighs)

Hup! No! I'm good, I'm good. I'm totally cool. Okay?

It's what I like to hear. Alright. Go warm up.

You can't both be freaking out at the same time.

It's all gonna be okay. I promise.

(sighs) I come up here when I need to chill.

And next year, this can be your place.

I don't get in.

What?

I did something when I had your timepiece.

I zipped to the future and saw the rejection letter.

(sharp exhale) Okay.

If today wasn't so important, I would travel back in time,

whip that timepiece out of your hand, ground you for life

and subject you to a thousand pliés relevés!

(scoffs) I'm sorry.

I just really want to dance with the Paris Opera Ballet School.

Well, it hasn't happened yet. You're just gonna have to give it everything you've got.

Okay. I will.

(Lena) Let's go.

(ticking clock)

Here are your pointes and extra bobby pins,

although I used a good hair spray so it would take a sledge hammer to move that bun.

You got this. Take flight on those jumps.

Chin up. Extend.

Gabrielle loves grace, so bring all the grace that you've got.

(Jeff and Lena) And hey, don't be afraid to feel the feelings and express yourself.

(Jeff and Lena laugh)

(sighs)

(tearful) He's just come so far. And we've bonded. He's a good dude.

(Lena) And she's really blossoming.

Now, come on. Let's go make company! (both cheer)

Don't forget to breathe, use the space.

Hard work's done now. Remember, enjoy yourself.

Thank you, sir.

That's good. I like this focus, Mr. Chase.

Pah! Whooo!

Thanks, Mr. Castillo.

Lena... (Lena laughs)

Just be yourself. You're ready.

You've got everything you need. You'll be great.

You'll be great.

I don't care if you say the same thing to me. Please just say something.

Ines, you're ready. You're more than ready.

Now, go out there and get those two spots.

One and two. I'm betting on it.

(giggles) Okay.

I like this, I like this. We could do like a team one.

Like a triangle. No, I can't. I'm rubbish, I'm rubbish, have fun.

(gentle piano music plays)

(music stops)

(Gabrielle) Thank you, Romy.

Ah! I was so good! I like, channeled my inner Pavlova! (Chuckles)

Come on. You got this, dude. Go. Yeah.

(gentle piano music plays)

(sighs) Come on, Nico, you said you'd be here.

You mean he's still not here?

I've texted him like a hundred times.

Oh man. It's maybe my fault.

I... I told him not to audition and take a spot if he wasn't serious about ballet.

Well, it's not your fault. He'll be here. (Isaac sighs)

Henri, it's me. Nico's not here.

I'm really worried about him. See if you can find him, okay?

I think something's wrong. Thanks.

(Isaac sighs) There are a lot of dancers.

We only have one spot, remember?

Don't even. We have a deal.

We're not talking about this. Not today.

Okay.

(all whisper) Team Paris Opera!

(sighing)

Hello?

Oh, hey, Jill! Oh, yes. Wow!

Really? Oh, well, I'll let them know.

I just got off the phone with my weather girl and it is going to be a super sunny day.

I'm about to make history in a few moments.

I am going to set the "barre"... super high.

(Jeff) Get it? Cause "barre"? Yeah, right.

Hey, Isaac. No nerves.

(announcer) Jeffrey Chase.

That's me. (chuckles)

(upbeat piano music starts)

(music stops)

(member of the jury) Thank you, Mr. Chase, we'll now take a five‐minute break.

Zack! What are you doing here?

You didn't answer my calls. I'm here on business, I came to see what's up.

I have great news. We're offering you the job as host for the dance show in LA.

Your reel was off the charts, man.

You get to showcase your stuff, choreograph, the whole shebang. (chuckles)

Really? Really.

So I'll send a car for you first thing tomorrow.

You're on the noon flight to LA.

Whoa. Wait... What?

I don't even know if I made company yet.

I gotta graduate with my friends.

Sorry, man, we need to know today.

You're either in or you're out. Hip‐hop or ballet, my man.

You gotta choose.

Okay. I gotta finish this, but I'll get back to you, asap.

(piano music plays in headphones) (Ines panting)

(announcer) Ines Lebreton.

Talk me down. I can't breathe.

Ballet is our superpower. One and two. It's ours.

Ines, seriously, breathe. Are you okay?

You're right. I've got this. (clap hands)

(both laugh)

(upbeat piano music starts)

(music stops)

Yes! That was perfect.

(chuckles) That's the best I've ever seen you dance.

Seriously. Not a slouch in sight. You totally rocked it.

Thank you. I practically danced it with you!

How do you feel? I don't know.

Oh man, the nerves just kicked in. Phew.

(announcer) Claudine Renault!

(excited gasping)

That. Is. How. It's. Done!

We made callbacks!