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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!

(both scrape throat)

(piano music plays in headphones)

Who was that guy?

Oh, it's probably not the right time, but... it's now or never.

That's Zack. He's a producer. From LA.

I secretly filmed us dancing and I sent that to him as my reel

and he came here today to tell me that there's a ton of hits on the website.

I'm gonna get to host, to choreograph and I'm so sorry.

I should have told you, I just didn't want you to lecture me

and I didn't want you to be disappointed in me.

But I got the job. He offered it to me. Like today.

I don't know what makes me more furious.

The fact that you filmed us without telling us,

or that you're telling me this minutes before the most important moment of my life.

Get out of my face. Now.

(music continues in headphones)

(sighing)

(piano music plays in headphones)

(phone beeps)

Henri, I can't exactly talk right now. I'm about to audition for company.

Lena, I'm so sorry.

I don't know if I should even tell you this, but Frank and I checked the tracker.

And Nico is still in the Bureau. He's in the boardroom.

I don't know what it means, but I think he's playing us.

No! Lena, you have to accept the fact that...

I can't talk. I'll call you later!

(Lena's piano piece plays on stage)

Claudine stole my music! Claudine stole your music!

(Lena) She did this on purpose. She knows this is my music.

And I'm next. What am I gonna do?

That is how it's done.

(announcer) Lena Grisky!

(breathes heavily)

Maybe I should have waited till after the audition to tell Lena.

Henri, Nico's up to something, for sure. I know it!

His dot keeps moving, so it's not like he's been captured or anything.

(electronic buzzing)

Oh, whoa. That's weird. He's just arrived at the school.

But the auditions are at the Garnier.

Exactly.

Okay, you stay here, wait for the girls. I'll go check this out.

(nervous breathing)

(Lena's piano piece starts)

Sorry. I'll need to start over.

This isn't my music. There must have been a mix‐up.

(Pavane Opus 50 starts playing) (Armando) Oh, no no no.

What's happening?

That's not her routine.

I know. But look at her.

(Ines) She's flawless.

This is Lena to the core.

She's behind by an eighth.

(Armando and Ines) She's not.

You need to come with me right now! No way.

Now, Romy. They're asking where I took you.

Any minute they will realize that we all snuck you out and we're gonna be in trouble.

I'm not going! No matter what.

(PA system) Romy Jensen, report to Studio A for sign‐in.

I have to go. I'm sorry, but I can't let you go.

So now, Romy.

You're scaring me! Back off!

I said now!

Romy!

Help. Please! (Nico) Romy! Open the door!

Nico's trying to take me to the Bureau.

He's definitely on Team Evil. Hurry. I'm in the closet.

(reads) 'Help.'

Oh no.

(suspenseful music)

(gasps)

No, let me go! (beep, whooshing)

(music stops)

(breathes heavily)

So, that right there, that's how it's done.

I...

(sighs, chuckles)

(ahems) I almost passed out when you stopped that music.

And then when you started the new routine, I... Did you just make that up?

(chuckles) I did. I was feeling it.

You were. We all were.

Lena, that was breathtaking. (sighs, chuckles)

Where is Ines?

She just left.

Okay.

(exhales)

(dramatic piano music plays)

Finally! Emotion and technique.

Are you seeing this?

(music stops)

Talk about pulling it out at the last minute. That was thrilling.

That was... That was the next level. I'm so proud of you.

So proud. Now, go and celebrate. You deserve it.

(chuckles) Thank you, sir.

(suspenseful music)

(Simon) Where's Romy? They're calling her in right now.

I don't know.

Is he here?

You, go. It's best that you're not involved in this.

Involved in what?

Nico took Romy. She was terrified.

I kept hoping I was wrong.

Okay, me too. What next?

We need to get to Lena. What if he's gone after her next?

Okay, let's go! Go, go, go!

A text to meet in the studio right after company auditions can only be a good thing, right?

We did really well, right?

Let's not freak out yet. It's probably good news. (both sigh)

Hey, where's Jeff and Ines?

There you are. We have to go.

We need to hide. Nico took Romy. He's a traitor.

Oh no.

What's going on?

I met Mr. Marcus, who told me he was following one of my promising students.

It's come to my attention that this is Jeffrey's audition for a hip‐hop show.

Oh, please, no.

Are you kidding me?

(ominous music)

You are all disqualified.

No! No, just disqualify me!

Just me. I'm the one who deserves this.

They had nothing to do with it. I didn't even tell them I was filming them.

They just thought it was a fun thing to do. They didn't know.

I didn't mean to hurt anyone. I'm so sorry.

(sobbing)

Oh, dude!

You okay?

Thank you. Talk to me, man, I really messed up.

I'm freaking out. I think I broke Isaac's heart.

Come on, let's get out of here and get some air.

(beep, whooshing)