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(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

(KIDS CHATTERING)

Hi. Can I have a notebook, pen, ruler,

-and peanut butter cups?
-CLERK: Here you go.

-YOLANDA: Thank you.
-You're welcome.

GIRL: Is this part of your diet?

Hey, beat it. She's not bothering you.

GIRL: Ooh, she's scared.

Let's go.

Hey, you. What's up, chica?

Nada. Just kickin' it.

-You know, first-day-back blues.
-Yeah.

-(KIDS TAP ON CAR)
-(GASPS)

Oh! I am so sorry. Are you okay?

It's fine. It's my fault. (CHUCKLES)

-Here you go.
-Thanks.

I just get so caught up in my book,
I forget to watch where I'm going.

Oh! Um... Could you
be so kind as to point me

towards the administration building?

Sure. Um, yeah, you follow along
these buildings here,

past the jock trophies, up the stairs.

If you pass the faculty room,
you went too far.

Thank you. Thanks. I'm sorry.

Bye.

(HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYING ON TAPE)

(BOTH VOCALIZING)

Ooh, yeah, girl, you're dustin' me!

All right, who's got the next cut?

Um, I got it. Here.

Where are you going
with that dumb, girly music, Esmeralda?

Who named you the queen of music?

As long as I got the moves,
I'll be the one pickin' the tunes.

Are we on the same page?

And, Segura, please come
to school with your pants pulled up.

Nobody cares what color your underwear is.

Go to class.

Gomez!

Gomez, Gomez, Gomez, Gomez.

If you put as much energy
into your schoolwork

as you do into goofing off,
you will be on the honor roll, my friend.

Yes, sir. Direct me to the front,
Colonel Zavala.

I will sacrifice myself
for the good of the school.

Dismissed.

(MS. BARTLETT SIGHS)

-Hey.
-Hi.

I take it Principal Zavala
had a previous life in the military.

Don't think the kids
will ever let him forget it for a minute.

Good morning, Ms. Bartlett.

I'm delighted to see
you actually showed up.

You had doubts?

Well, you wouldn't be my first new recruit
to go AWOL.

These kids can be pretty intimidating.

After watching a dot-com company
crash and burn,

this should be easy in comparison.

Don't count on it.

Thanks for the reassurance.

(SCHOOL BELL RINGS)

Remember, Ms. Bartlett,
the first day is usually the most trying.

Good luck.

(KIDS CHATTERING LOUDLY)

-So, who's in charge here?
-Who knows? Maybe no one.

Oughta learn more
than we usually do, then.

-Yeah.
-(LAUGHS)

-What?
-Oh! Oh!

-(ALL TAPPING RHYTHMICALLY)
-GIRL: Oh! oh!

Yo, that's tight.

You better quit it, guys.
You want to land us all in detention?

Ooh, you wouldn't want that to go
on your permanent record, would you?

DAISY: Yeah! Go, Yoli!

Oh, oh! Go, Yoli!

Oh, oh! Go, Yoli!
Go, Yoli! Go, Yoli! Whoo!

(WHISTLES)

(TAPPING STOPS)

-Good morning.
-(BOY WOLF WHISTLES)

My name is Ms. Bartlett,
I'm your new biology teacher.

BOY: Boo!
GIRL 1: Nice suit!

GIRL 2: Whatever!
GIRL 3: Good luck!

Can anybody tell me what biology is?

A royal pain.

A total waste of time?

(KIDS LAUGH)

Biology is the science of living organisms
and vital processes.

-It's an exploration...
-(YAWNS)

...between plant and animal life,

the laws and the phenomena that...

(YAWNS)

Govern the... (SIGHS)

Varied species on the planet.

Am I going too fast?
Do you have any questions?

Why should we care?

Yeah, and how does it matter to us

if some dumb animal goes
and gets itself extinct?

-We'd be better off busting some beats.
-GOMEZ: Yeah!

(ALL TAPPING RHYTHMICALLY)

Yeah, bump it! Oh, oh!

Go, Daisy! Come on, Daisy!

Oh, oh, oh, oh!

KIDS: (CHANTING) Go, Daisy! Go, Daisy!

-Go, Daisy! Go, Daisy!
-Oh!

KIDS: (CONTINUE CHANTING) Go, Daisy!

(DAISY VOCALIZING)

Go, Daisy!

ZAVALA: Attention!

(TAPPING STOPS)

(EXHALES) That's automatic detention
for two weeks, starting today.

(SIGHS) Gosh, that's wack, Colonel.

I'm adding two more weeks
for insubordination, Miss Salinas.

-She wasn't the only one dancing.
-Would you care to join her, Miss Vargas?

Anybody else?

An effective leader seizes
control of her troops immediately.

Absolutely.

(SIGHS)

-(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
-BOY: No way! Are you serious?

Hey, did you hear Ms. Renee retired?

What?

She can't! What about dance team?

It ain't gonna happen this year.

But I need it for college.

It's the perfect extracurricular activity.

(SPEAKS SPANISH)

(SCOFFS) Poor thing? Not me.

Esmeralda's the one who's been preparing
for this since second grade.

Yeah. She's gonna freak.

(MUSIC BOX PLAYING)

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

Junior!

(IN ENGLISH) Junior, give that back!

-Junior! What are you doing?
-(RADIO PLAYING INDISTINCTLY)

Junior, that's not funny!
Can I have my box back please?

Esmeralda.

What are you doing on the floor?

Mom, he's at it again.

Did you give your brother his breakfast?

Mocoso, give that music box
back to your sister. Now.

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

You'd think that silly thing
was made of gold.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

(CHUCKLES)

(HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYING ON CAR STEREO)

-DAISY: Hey.
-Hey. How you doin'?

School is such a drag.

Man, do you know how lucky you are
your parents let you drop out?

Hey, I tried sticking it out.
Just couldn't hack it.

Not that working's so much better.

Boss always on my case.
Customers to deal with.

The second I can, I'm gonna be right out
here in the world with you.

Yeah, well, don't let tu madre
hear you sing that tune.

She already thinks I'm a bad influence.

Hey, you wanna kick back after school?
Watch some tube?

(CHUCKLES) I wish.

That jerk Zavala gave me detention
for a whole month.

Ooh. That's harsh.

But it doesn't come close to my record.

When I was in ninth grade,

he tried keeping me after school
for four months...

Till I weaseled out of it.

How'd you manage that, slick?

Oh, put on my best "so sorry" face,

and traded detention
for an extracurricular activity.

-Sweet.
-Yeah.

Kind of like you.

Okay, Ms. Kim, I made my corrections.
Would you please type that up?

-No problem.
-Thank you.

-Uh, Mr. Zavala...
-Mmm-hmm.

It says Ms. Bartlett went to Juilliard,

you know, that amazing performing
school in New York,

on a dance scholarship.

Are you filing the resumes
or reading the resumes, Miss Reyna?

(SIGHS) I didn't mean to, sir,
but it just jumped right out.

I mean, I've been really stressed
since I found out we had no dance coach.

Do you even know
if Ms. Bartlett would be interested?

Well, can't you force her to do it?

Well, contrary to what I try
to make you students believe,

I really don't have that kind of power.

All after-school coaches are volunteers.

But you'll talk to her, right?

Please?

-I'll see what I can do.
-(CHUCKLES)

(BOTH SPEAK SPANISH)

-(KIDS CHATTERING)
-Good morning, Ms. Bartlett.

-Ooh, this can't be good.
-Well, I have a favor to ask.

It's been brought to my attention
that you have a background in dance.

Well, that was a long time ago.
It's not something I've kept up with.

Did you know we have a ninth-grade
dance team here at Marshall?

And our squad's been a bit, uh...

Let's see, how do I say this? (CHUCKLES)

Okay, we have a statewide reputation
for being a perennial disaster,

but these girls are counting on it.
They have the enthusiasm.

-All they're lacking is a coach.
-I don't mean to be rude, sir,

but if you're angling to get me involved,

let me save you the breath.
Dancing's a part of my past.

All right, then let me try this approach.

Studies show that participating
in extracurricular activities

help keep these kids out of gangs
and give them a sense of self-respect.

I understand. I'm sure that's true,

but considering the way
things have gone so far,

I think it's gonna take
all my time and energy

just to focus on reaching
the students in my classroom.

Do me a favor. Please. Think about it.

Okay.

(SMACKS LIPS)

Yes, Esmeralda?

Um... Well...

I was just wondering

if Mr. Zavala talked to you
about our dance team?

He did.

So, are you gonna do it?
Are you gonna coach us?

Uh, well... I really think I should
become more proficient

in what I was actually hired to do
before I take anything else on.

Well, if you want, I can tell you how

some of the really popular teachers
around here do it.

-Really?
-Mmm-hmm.

I'd like that.

Will you coach the dance team?

(CHUCKLING) Oh! Was that the condition

under which you're going
to give me your advice?

Well, yeah. You help us, I help you.

Why not make it so everybody wins.

May I have your attention, please.

The chess club will meet in the library
Thursday at 3:30.

-(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
-(ON P.A.) Bring your own boards.

Ninth-grade dance team try-outs
will be tomorrow at 3:30 in the gym.

Be sure to bring your own music.

Any questions, please see Ms. Bartlett.

(LAUGHS) Yes! Good job, Esme. You did it.

Hey. What's the deal with this dance team?

Uh, you hate the whole idea, remember?

Every time I ever brought it up, it was,
"Oh, that's right. Losers 'r' us."

Yeah, but now I'm thinkin'
it could have its upside.

Maybe along the way develop
some ol' school pride.

Check this out.

Whoa, you feelin' okay, chica?

(SIGHS) Principal Zavala...

I was out of line dancing in class, sir.

Don't you think my detention time

would be better served
in a school-sponsored activity?

That's very mature, Miss Salinas.

Esmeralda?

Since you've been spearheading
this whole endeavor, let me ask you.

Do you think that Daisy would make
a positive addition to the dance squad?

Well, you definitely gotta give her props
on her dancing.

First word of any disrespect
or lack of commitment

that I hear from Ms. Bartlett...

Back in detention.

Slam dunk, assist Esmeralda!

(SCHOOL BELL RINGS)

You're welcome, Daisy.

DAISY: Whatever.

"Dance team try-outs"?

Hmm... Uh...

(SPEAKS SPANISH)

Oh. "Tomorrow 3:30 in the gymnasium."

(SPEAKS SPANISH)

Auditions.

-That's the same in any language.
-(CHUCKLES)

I'll see you there.

Man, where is she?

Like I don't have
better things to be doing.

I knew this was too good to be true.

She can bail, so can I.

Chuy's waiting.

Heading back to detention, Miss Salinas?

Good. Then please sit down.

All of you, take a seat.

I cannot dance sitting down.

Rules first. Then you'll dance.

Every team member
is required to wear her gym uniform,

white socks, and clean tennis shoes.

Like I'm really gonna be
scrubbing my sneaks.

MS. BARTLETT: Thanks for dropping by.

Laces tied, shirts tucked in,
hair pulled back into a ponytail or a bun.

She's worse than Zavala.

Seriously.
Is this dance team or boot camp?

Girls must attend every practice,
and you must be on time.

Sorry. I'm sorry.

I had to drop off my brother
at my aunt's house.

Tardiness is unacceptable. No excuses.

No team member is allowed
to have a failing grade.

A "D" will put you on probation.

That leaves us out.

Come on, Joanna. Let's get out of here.

(MS. BARTLETT SPEAKS SPANISH)

(IN ENGLISH) No jewelry. No dark lipstick.
No long, painted fingernails.

Anybody else wanna leave?

Okay, when I call your name,
come on down and play your music.

Try and keep your choreography
to under a minute.

Choreo... What?

(DAISY CHUCKLES)

She means show us your best moves,
and don't hold back, got it?

(BOYS CHATTERING)

ZAVALA: All right, let's go!

(WHISTLES)

Excuse me, Mr. Zavala, do you mind?
We're having our try-outs.

We practice in here
every Tuesday and Thursday.

(STAMMERS) You're the basketball coach?

Somebody had to be.

As I was trying to tell you the other day,

if we don't have a little faith
in these kids,

how can we expect them
to believe in themselves?

You can save the lecture, sir.
I'm here, aren't I?

And I couldn't be happier.

Good. So you'll take your boys elsewhere?

(SCOFFS) Where do you suggest we go?

Well, I don't... Sir, it was your office
that scheduled me to be here.

(SIGHS) Well, obviously,
Ms. Kim made a mistake.

Okay, sorry, ladies.
Dance team's been canceled.

-What? I don't believe it!
-(ALL MUMBLING)

No. Hold on. Wait a minute.

I'm not gonna make it
that easy for you to quit.

-So you'll let me have the gym?
-You can have half of it.

We'll take the north end.
You can have the south end,

and the half-court line
will be our divider, all right?

-Okay.
-All right. Okay, guys!

(MUSIC PLAYING ON TAPE)

This is just something
I came up with on my own.

So here it goes.

-(CLATTERS)
-(ALL GASP)

PLAYER 1: Sorry!
PLAYER 2: Whoops.

-Obviously, this isn't gonna work.
-Obviously.

You were here first. We'll leave.

No, you need the baskets.

Good point.

And we can't get much done without music.

(MARIACHI MUSIC PLAYING ON CAR STEREO)

(HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYING)

(SWING MUSIC PLAYING)

(R&B MUSIC PLAYING)

Okay, Esmeralda, thank you.
Thank you, that was great.

Nice work.

-That's it for today.
-What about me?

Well, I already know you can dance,
Miss Salinas...

In my classroom, remember?

What I don't know is whether or not
you can be part of a team.

What's that supposed to mean?

It means no one on my squad
gets to be the diva.

You all have to work together,
help each other to improve.

Oh, and one more thing.

If I'm gonna give up
all my time to be here,

I expect you to be as serious
and as dedicated as I intend to be.

I don't compete unless I plan to win,

and that can't happen
until you girls get into shape.

So tomorrow we'll meet on the track.
3:30 sharp.

If you're gonna be late,
don't bother to come at all.

(GIRLS PANTING)

Okay, what now?

(CHUCKLES) One more lap.

-(GIRLS GROAN)
-Oh, wait. I'm sorry.

I forgot. Did we, um, join the track team
or the dance team?

It's important to build up
your stamina, Daisy.

Uh, Ms. Bartlett,
I seriously don't mean any disrespect,

but our first dance competition
is in two and a half weeks.

Don't we kind of
have to get started on a dance routine?

Well, considering I haven't been around
this kind of meet since I was in school,

I was sort of hoping
we could figure that out together...

When the time comes.

Well, I know the routine
they used two years ago.

My sister taught it to me.
It goes like this.

DAISY: Go, Yoli. Go, Yoli.

Go, Yoli. Go, Yoli.

Go, Yoli. Go, Yoli. (LAUGHING)

That's so tired.

I mean, why don't we
invent something totally new?

Si, how about more flash!

-Yeah, with more flesh!
-(GIRLS GIGGLE)

MS. BARTLETT: Sorry, don't think so.

What if we start out
with something like, uh... Like up!

-(GIRLS GIGGLING)
-(DAISY SCOFFS)

You have a comment there, Miss Salinas?

No, no, no. It's fine, uh,

you know, if you're entering
an old granny competition.

(GIRLS LAUGHING)

Maybe you'd like
to show us some of your ideas?

(SPEAKS SPANISH)

-Yeah, Daisy!
-You go, girl!

Yeah, girl.

Go on, Daisy!

Let's try it.

Daisy, I'll never be able
to move like that.

If I do that many turns, I'm gonna puke.

Guys, she's just showing off
to make the rest of us look stupid.

Oh, yeah?
I don't have to dance to do that.

You know what, I've got an idea.

Why don't you pack up
your attitude and get lost.

Why don't you back off
before I make you back off.

-(ALL CLAMORING)
-You guys!

You guys! Hey! Hey!

Excuse me!

You made your point.

Thank you.

So, look, I'll stay here,
and I'll think about our routine

while you girls give me another lap.

(GIRLS MUTTERING IN SPANISH)

-(COUGHING) Are these the pompoms?
-(ALL COUGHING)

God, who was the last person
to use these? Cleopatra?

MARISOL: It's better than nothing, no?

Speaking of nothing,
what happened to our old team uniforms?

Mr. Zavala's looking for them.

But until then, you guys will wear
your gym uniforms this weekend.

-What?
-(ALL GRUMBLE)

Ms. Bartlett...

What? I hear a lot of schools do that.

Yeah, lots of poor schools.

You'll be judged on your dancing,
not your outfits.

Either way, we're toast.

What are you talking about?
I think our routine's pretty good.

Please. Our routine is safe and boring.

Excuse me, but it makes more sense
to start out modestly

than it does to get in over our heads.

(SIGHS) Whatever. You're the coach.

(KIDS CHATTERING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

Look at them. They're like pretzels!

Start stretching.

Ms. Bartlett?

I'd like to introduce you to my parents.

Hi. We figured our girls deserved
to have someone here to cheer them on.

Well, I hope we don't disappoint you.
(CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY)

This has been so good for Alyssa.

With our high hopes for college,

every little
extracurricular activity helps.

WOMAN: (ON P.A.) Rolling Hills Junior
High School dance team, onstage.

Marshall Middle School, on deck.

What is "deck"?

It means we're next.

(SIGHS)

(GIRLS CHATTERING)

What's with them?

I don't know. We'll find out.

GIRL: Let's go, girls!

SQUAD: (CHANTING) G-o-o-d l-u-c-k
Good luck!

Rolling Hills wishes you

A lot of luck!

(GIRLS CHEERING)

(ALL CONTINUE CHEERING)

(AUDIENCE CHEERING)

(DANCE MUSIC PLAYING)

(AUDIENCE APPLAUDING)

(SQUAD VOCALIZING)

Ms. Bartlett.

Esmeralda's sick.

MS. BARTLETT: Oh!

(AUDIENCE CHEERING AND APPLAUDING)

Hey. Hey, what's wrong?

I can't do this. I'm gonna throw up.

It was a long trip.

-Do you think you're bus-sick?
-Mmm-mmm.

WOMAN: (ON P.A.)
Marshall Middle School, up next!

Okay, no time. I want you
to breathe through your nose

and try and fill your lungs.
It's probably just nerves.

You'll be fine. You all will be.

WOMAN: (ON P.A.) The Marshall
Middle School dance team onstage!

You think you can do this?

Um, yeah. I'll do it.

Here's your poms. Here. Go, go, go.

Good luck!

CD!

DAISY: Focus, everybody.

ESMERALDA: I'm okay.

Hi, um... It's the second track.

(SCATTERED APPLAUSE)

(SIGHS)

(SPEAKS SPANISH)

Ah, Mr. Zavala, what are you doing here?

-Curiosity, moral support.
-Hmm. (CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY)

(TECHNO MUSIC PLAYING)

Two, three, four, five!

And five, six, seven...

ALL: Go Marshall!

DAISY: Come on! Give it up!

(GRUNTS)

Daisy!

(MUSIC STOPS)

(LIGHT APPLAUSE)

(AUDIENCE MURMURING)

We stunk!

You think? It could not have been worse.

-Daisy...
-You know what?

Save it. I quit.

I would have rather been in detention.

Alyssa...

This is the most
embarrassing day of my life,

and my parents are here!

You girls did fine.

This is all new.
You had first-time jitters.

Rome wasn't built in a day.

You'll get 'em next time!

It'll be all right. Okay?

(KIDS CHATTERING)

Pretty disappointing day, huh?

We'll keep working.

You know, Ms. Bartlett, I know
this whole coaching thing was sort of...

You know, well, everybody really
pressured you into it,

but, I mean,
if you really totally hate it...

I don't hate it, Esmeralda.

-Is that how it seems?
-Yeah, sort of.

-But...
-What?

Well, me and the other girls were talking,

and don't take this
the wrong way or anything,

but it feels like there's a whole lot more
you could be teaching us,

and for some reason, you're holding back.

This won't take long.

I just need to get my backpack.

Man, even being here
when I don't have to be

makes me start to sweat.

(SCOFFS) Yeah, I know what you mean.

Come on.

Good. It's still here.

Well, since I drove, does it mean
you'll treat for burgers?

-You're the big working man.
-Yeah.

The one who's always hurting
when the bills are due, remember?

-(SHUSHES) Do you hear that?
-(MUFFLED MUSIC PLAYING)

Hear what?

Who would be in the gym on a Saturday?

Who cares?

(TECHNO MUSIC PLAYING ON TAPE)

Hey, hey!

Hey! You know that lady?

-That's her.
-Who her?

That's my dancing coach, Ms. Bartlett.
That's her!

Oh, she's hot.

(GROANS) Oh, I meant her dancing.
She's really good.

Yeah, not that she ever
gave us the slightest clue.

She's your dancing coach,
and you've never seen her dance before?

Not like that!

(SLAMS CAR DOOR)

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

(MUSIC STOPS)

(SOBBING)

(EXHALES)

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

Hey, Yolanda.

Daisy, may I have a moment?

I already turned in my lab assignment.

It's about dance team.

I quit.

Can we talk?

I'd really like you to rejoin us.

(SCOFFS) Why? So I can make
a total idiot out of myself

in front of five or six more schools?

You have the potential to be great, Daisy.
Do you know that?

Look, I only joined this dance team
so I could get out of detention.

Now that's done.

Well, what about the other girls?

They deserve to have somebody
with your talent, your strengths.

Isn't that what they have you for?

Oh. No, wait, I forgot.

You only dance when nobody's looking.

I saw you in the gym on Saturday.

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

I hadn't danced for a really long time.

It kind of stinks
that you've been holding out on us.

There's a lot about this
you don't know or understand.

And whose fault is that?

You're right.

But everyone deserves
a second chance, huh?

(SCHOOL BELL RINGING)

I gotta get to class.

(SIGHS) Okay, ladies,
Rolling Hills is gone.

Today, we're gonna start from scratch.

Are we actually gonna dance today?

Yeah, we are gonna dance today,
but rhythm is first.

I'm gonna break this down
into what's called an eight-count.

And one, two, three, four, five, six...
I can't hear you.

ALL: And one, two, three, four,
five, six, seven, eight.

Good. Everybody up! Off the bleachers!

We've got a lot of ground to cover.

We're gonna isolate
different parts of our body,

starting with the head.

And one, two, three, four... Chin down...

And up again... Good, Esmeralda, good.

Alyssa, that's right, try and keep
that 8-count in your head.

I know this is gonna feel awkward,

but don't worry about it, just go with it.

Let's go with the hips.
And side, two, three, four...

And circle, and circle...

And one, two, three, four...

And circle, and circle...

And side, two, three, four...

-And circle, and circle... Good!
-(GIRLS GIGGLING)

Now, let's stretch. Ready?

And stretch side...

Two, three, four... Circle around...

Come on up...
And side, two, three, four...

Circle around... Come on up.

Good job. Shake it out. Loosen it up.

(SIGHS) Miss Salinas.

I'm really glad you decided to rejoin us.

(STARTS CASSETTE PLAYER)

(MUSIC PLAYING)

All right, Yolanda,
you want to dance today?

-Let's go.
-Then we're gonna dance.

Five, six...

Five, six, seven, eight.

(TECHNO MUSIC PLAYING)

Now turn around.

(ALL LAUGHING)

Five, six, seven, eight.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

Five, six, seven, eight.

-(MUSIC STOPS)
-Good job.

(SCHOOL BELL RINGS)

Um, Ms. Bartlett?
Yoli and I were wondering

if you thought any more
about the meet at Hamilton next Saturday?

Nope.

But why? I mean,
we've been working like maniacs.

And you've been
performing really well, all of you.

So why can't we go?

I need you to be patient.

We don't want to be patient.

We want to compete. We want to win.

I know. I...

I just don't think it would be fair of me
to get your hopes up

before I thought
we could really, really deliver.

The next competition we go into,
I want us to be the absolute best.

(KIDS CHATTERING)

She said no way.
She doesn't think we're ready.

I knew it. We're totally ready.

You know, I think
we should just go on our own.

I know where they keep
the registration forms in the office.

But how do we get there?

We'd never get a bus without Ms. Bartlett.

We can have Chuy and his boys drive us.

Oh, yeah. Like my parents
would ever go for that.

The point is
that we don't have to tell them.

Okay. Wouldn't it just be easier
to try to convince Ms. Bartlett

that we really are ready to compete again?

-How?
-Hold on.

I've got an idea.

(PHONE RINGS)

-Mrs. Kim?
-Yes?

Hi. I have a note for Ms. Bartlett.

Can you please show me which box is hers?

Sure. This way.

ALYSSA: Thank you.

Is this the only Bartlett
we have at our school?

Yes.

-Thank you.
-Mmm-hmm.

(GIRLS CHEERING LOUDLY)

(DANCE MUSIC PLAYING ON P.A.)

And five, six, seven, eight!

DAISY: Go, ladies!

(AUDIENCE CHEER)

(GIRLS WHOOPING)

Ms. Kim, who put on that music?

I have no idea.

Ms. Bartlett, what's going on?

I don't remember scheduling
any performance for this afternoon.

I think the girls are trying to prove
that they're ready to compete again.

And pop it... Say what?

(GIRLS WHOOP)

-(MUSIC ENDS)
-(ALL CHEERING AND APPLAUDING)

So, what's your opinion?

I don't think they can
be considered ready for anything

until they learn to respect their coach.

(ALL CHATTERING EXCITEDLY)

Locking up the P.A. system?
Taking over the lunch area?

How do you think that makes me look?

It makes you look good!

Didn't you check out
the way those kids were looking at us?

A team is supposed to work together

with every single one of its members,
including its coach.

Does that mean Hamilton's out now?

Hamilton was always out, Yolanda!

You girls absolutely refuse
to listen to me!

What are you so afraid of?

The only explanation
I owe you, Miss Salinas,

is that we are not going to Hamilton
because I say we're not!

By the way,
Mr. Zavala finally found the old uniforms.

I have a feeling they may need some work.

(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)

(SCHOOL BELL RINGS)

ALYSSA: My mom had all this
left from a job.

She said anything we can use,
we're welcome to.

I hope somebody's good at alterations.

Well, I think we definitely need
to, uh, spice these up a little.

Yeah! Put some sparkle!

Make them look...

Hot?

(GIRLS LAUGH)

Right, so that we're all dressed up
with nowhere to go.

Yeah. What's Ms. Bartlett's problem?

I think the whole idea of performing
poorly really freaks her out.

Well, if she's waiting
for us to be perfect,

she shouldn't hold her breath.

Want to hear what I have to say?

Esme...

You sent in the registration forms, right?

Um...

-Yeah.
-So, who needs a coach?

Let's just get ourselves to Hamilton
and kick it up!

If we're going, we'd better get going.

Do you think there's any way Ms. Bartlett
might just, like, show up there?

Why? You guys didn't say
anything to her, did you?

Are you kidding?

She'd flip if she knew
we went behind her back again.

You guys, can we seriously pull this off?

Come on! It's like
my grandmother always says...

(IN SPANISH) "Sí se puede."

Yes, she's right, you guys.

We'll just chant "Yes, I can."

(SPEAKS SPANISH)

(ALL CHANTING IN SPANISH)

(ALL CHEERING)

-Come on, we're late.
-Coming.

This is crazy. We're gonna get so busted.

Relax, chica. Piece of cake.

Welcome, ladies. What school are you from?

Marshall Middle School.

Oh, terrific.

Your coach has to sign in.

Our coach?

She is here with you, isn't she?

Oh, yeah! Sure! Why wouldn't she be?

Right. Um...

We... We're really late getting here.
Um, we got lost along the way,

and our coach, Ms. Bartlett, she, um...

She went to the little girl's room,
and she wanted me to sign us in.

Splendid. Okay.

We thought you were a no-show.

You were supposed to be here an hour ago.

-We're here now.
-Follow me.

There's a team ahead of you onstage.

You're on in five.

-Minutes?
-Who's gonna start our music?

Remember, there's gotta be
someone there to hit play.

Give me the CD.

See the sound console over there?

When it's our turn, you hand him the CD,

you tell him it's cut number three, okay?

And when we're ready,
I'm gonna nod to you from the stage,

and you hit play.

-Cut number what?
-Three, Chuy, three!

I know, I know, I know, I'm just messing
with your head, that's all.

No, please, don't! Come on!
I'm under enough pressure as it is, okay?

-Okay.
-Okay.

Peninsula on stage,
Marshall dance team on deck!

Five, six, seven and...

ALL: (CHANTING) G-o-o-d l-u-c-k
Good luck!

Marshall wishes you

Lots of luck!

(ALL CHEERING)

(AUDIENCE CHEERING AND APPLAUDING)

WOMAN: Come on!

(DANCE MUSIC PLAYING)

(AUDIENCE CHEERING)

It's petroleum jelly.

Do it, girls!

GIRLS: Let's go, Peninsula!

(AUDIENCE CHEERING)

Come on, girls! Work it!

Open up. Come on.

Yuck! What are you trying to do,
poison me?

It helps remind you to smile.

I'm smiling.

-GIRLS: Together!
-(MUSIC ENDS)

(AUDIENCE CHEERING AND APPLAUDING)

Here. Let me help you.

Thank you
for handing in the registration form.

You know, for getting us here.

Okay! Let's huddle up!

Ms. Bartlett taught us the moves
and got us acting like a team.

Now, we can do this! All right?

(SPEAKS SPANISH)

(ALL CHANTING IN SPANISH)

(IN ENGLISH) Go Marshall!

(ALL WHOOPING)

WOMAN: (ON P.A.) The Marshall
Middle School dance team, onstage!

(AUDIENCE CHEERING)

Go, Marshall!

Ready? Ready?

(HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYING)

(GIRLS VOCALIZING)

ALL: Come on, jump!

(NEW SONG STARTS)

(NEW SONG STARTS)

Let's go!

(GIRLS VOCALIZING)

-ALL: Yes!
-(MUSIC ENDS)

(AUDIENCE CHEERING AND APPLAUDING)

Excuse me? May I have a word with you?

Look, if it's about our coach...

Actually, dear, it's about you.

That was an incredibly
impressive performance.

Thank you. You can't possibly imagine
how hard our team's been practicing.

It most definitely shows.
You can trust me on this.

-I'm one of the judges.
-No lie?

I'm Lynell Elliot,

Dean of the High School
of Performing Arts.

Daisy Salinas. Pleasure to meet you.

-Daisy, you are very talented.
-(CHUCKLES)

You have an ease and charisma onstage.

-Please...
-Oh, it's true.

I see a lot of girls
at these competitions.

Is there any chance you'd be interested
in attending our academy next year?

Whoa.

Wow.

You know, my mom would never
be able to afford something like this.

We have scholarships.

There are a hundred paths
to working it out

if it's something you truly want.

(GIRLS CHEERING LOUDLY)

(EXCITED CHATTERING)

Twenty-six schools. Third place.

Not too shabby.

ALYSSA: My turn to hold it!

I'd like to see Ms. Bartlett tell us
we're not ready to compete now.

-(GIRLS LAUGHING)
-MR. CORTEZ: Excuse me, girls?

(GASPS)

Why weren't you girls on a school bus?

Where's your coach?

MR. CORTEZ: Do you have any idea
how out of our minds we've been?

How could you lie to us like this, Alyssa?

Mom, I didn't lie.

Well, you certainly didn't
tell us the truth.

Do you even know these boys?

They hardly look old enough
to have their licenses!

Mom, look at us. We're all fine.

And what do you think Mr. Zavala's
gonna say when he hears about this?

Dad, you can't!

I can, and I will.

Now, let's go!

Come on, ladies!

You guys just won third place!

(CAR DRIVES OFF)

(DOOR OPENS)

(BOTH SPEAKING SPANISH)

-(DOOR CLOSES)
-(IN ENGLISH) Where have you been?

We won a trophy!

We came in third.
We had to stay for the award ceremony.

You know, your mother and I
are due at the Acarmens for dinner.

-You agreed to baby-sit for us.
-Oh...

Okay, well, I'm here now, aren't I?

But you still have to cook
your brother's dinner.

You haven't cleaned your room in a week.

-Maybe this dance is not a good idea.
-Hmm.

Mommy, it's a great idea!

Whenever you have to be at work,
I cook, I clean, I wash,

I do everything for everybody.

Why can't I just have one thing for me?

Esmeralda, do not speak
to your mother in that tone.

I'm sorry.

But I was really happy today.

And nothing you do
can take that away from me.

(SIGHS)

She did win.

(SIGHS)

Daisy.

Hi.

I'm sorry to bother you at home,
but I really need to talk to you.

Well, after the phone call
I got from Alyssa's parents,

I'd say the feeling's mutual.

I don't think you girls
have the slightest idea

of the terrible position
you have put me into.

You went against my wishes.
You defied my authority...

Do you know that Alyssa's parents
think I am completely incompetent?

We're sorry. We messed up.

We just had to get back
in the competition.

Even if I wasn't sure
you were ready to compete again?

Then how come we got
third place today, huh?

I mean, doesn't that count for anything?

That is beside the point, Daisy!

I can't be your coach if I don't have
your respect and your trust!

Respect?

Nobody feels like you believe in us!

Oh. (SIGHS)

My whole life, from the time
I was four, (CHUCKLES)

all I wanted to do was dance.

I took lessons,
I got a lot of positive feedback,

but every time I'd perform in a recital,
even at home,

my parents would say the same things.

"That was good, but you can do better.

"Don't settle for good. Be great.
We expect you to be the very best."

(SCOFFS) So, I worked harder,
kept practicing, kept taking lessons.

(SCOFFS) And was kicking enough
to get into Juilliard.

Mmm...

Yeah...

Want to hear a little secret?

Two weeks.

But Esme told me that you graduated?

She read my resume,
which says I attended Juilliard.

Why?

I don't get it. Why would you quit?

I was good.

But...

But not great.

I went to those first couple
of weeks of classes,

and I saw the other students...

Their passion...

And their incredible technique,
and I thought...

I freaked out.

I thought I don't belong here,
I can't compete with this.

I felt like such a fraud.

So, I packed my bags and flew home,
went to college...

(CHUCKLES) ...and got an Internet job.

-How'd you end up at Marshall?
-Oh, well, yeah.

Last summer, (SNIFFLES)
my dot-com company folded.

I saw this ad begging for teachers.

Boom.

When we were at Rolling Hills,

every cold-sweat nightmare I had ever had
came flooding back to me.

When everything fell apart,

I knew I'd failed you guys.

I didn't want you to compete again
because I couldn't handle it.

This isn't at all
about not believing in you.

I hate that you thought that.

This is me. It's my stuff, my fears.

Hey...

Whose routine do you think
got us that trophy today?

Oh, Daisy...

We're not so dumb
to think we can do this without you.

We want to keep on going.

I don't know about that.

If we pull through
in the next three or four weeks,

we have a chance to make it to Regionals.

I realize that. I... I...

Ms. Bartlett...

(SPEAKS SPANISH)

What's that?

(IN ENGLISH) It's our team chant.

Marisol taught it to us from her granny.

(SPEAKS SPANISH)

(IN ENGLISH) It means, "Yes, I can."

(BOTH SPEAKING SPANISH)

The truth, Mr. and Mrs. Cortez,

is that the girls made some
definite errors in judgment.

But I made an even bigger one.

I didn't show nearly as much faith in them
as they deserve.

Well, we appreciate you coming
to talk to us like this.

Well, Alyssa's a terrific girl.

And I think the dance team's
been really good for her.

For the first time,
she not only has books, she has friends.

Oh, that's great.

So, how do you think we should tell
Mr. Zavala about this little incident?

He's a busy man.

He has enough to be worried about.

(SIGHS IN RELIEF) Thank you.

I promise, from here on out,

I will be with the girls
every step of the way.

Every school rule will be followed.

Gracias, Ms. Bartlett.

No, really, thank you.

Thanks.

So we're still on? We can compete again?

-Mmm-hmm.
-(LAUGHS)

(MOUTHING) Thank you.

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

So, I need you to choose three numbers
from your tribes and send them down front.

The winning team has no homework tonight.

(KIDS CHEERING)

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

MS. BARTLETT: Get ready...

Get set...

Go!

(KIDS CHATTERING EXCITEDLY)

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

Let's go!

One, two, three, four!

(TECHNO MUSIC PLAYING)

Don't look now, but you might
actually be getting good at this.

(LAUGHS) Well, I found it works better
if you let them be a little hands-on.

ZAVALA: So how's the dance team
practice going?

MS. BARTLETT: Great!
The girls are really working hard.

Okay. That's it for today.

(SIGHS)

Hey, you wanted to see me?

Daisy...

How come you didn't tell me
you had an offer from Lynell Elliot?

Oh, come on!
The High School of the Performing Arts.

That's the most incredible place!

Yeah. It's also a zillion miles
across town.

So?

So, it's probably a bunch
of stuck-up rich kids

with mommies and daddies in show business.

-How am I supposed to fit in?
-What happened to, "Sí se puede"?

(CHUCKLES) Please.

Chuy thinks it's a stupid idea.

Chuy... Hmm.

-Is he the boyfriend?
-Yeah.

Plus, he's bent at me enough for spending
so much time with dance, you know.

And he thinks I'm being set up
for something I can never achieve.

Hmm... What grade is this Chuy in?

None. He dropped out.
He's a mechanic over at Escobar's.

Which pretty much means
his future's been decided for him.

Is that what you want?

Daisy...

Listen, take it
from somebody who has been there.

This is the time in your life when
you should be seizing every opportunity,

following your dream.

Don't make the same mistake I did, okay?

(SIGHS)

(WHOOPS)

We did it! We did it!

We came in second!

-We're going to Regionals!
-(CHEERS)

-We're going all the way to San Diego!
-(LAUGHING)

All praise Ms. Bartlett!

Hail Ms. Bartlett!

Thank you, ladies.
I will see you on Monday,

And then, we are on to Regionals!

(ALL CHEERING)

What?

Regionals?

Does that mean this thing isn't over yet?

It would have been
if we hadn't placed today.

-But you did.
-Yeah!

Don't sound so excited for us.

I'm gettin' really sick of this, girl.

Oh, yeah?

-You never have any time for me anymore!
-(SIGHS)

You're always dancing or practicing
or too busy or too tired!

Chuy, why can't you understand?

Dance is finally giving me a chance
to do something with my life!

What about our life?
What about all our plans?

I'm just a kid!

I don't wanna be all settled!

You know, who knows what's gonna happen?

I know!

You're gonna go
to that snot-nose actors school.

They're gonna
chew you up and spit you out,

and you're gonna come limping back
expecting me to be waitin' here for you?

Well, you know what, bag that,
'cause I have a life, too.

And if you don't wanna be a part of it,
then you're out of it!

Chuy, wait!

You know what Ms. Bartlett told me?

She said that ever since
she quit Juilliard,

she wondered every day what
would've happened if she stuck it out.

Every day, she wonders, Chuy!

I don't wanna wonder! I wanna know!

Well, good for you.

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

Chuy, don't do this!

(TIRES SCREECH)

(PHONE BEEPS)

(BEEPING)

(LINE RINGS)

(ON ANSWERING MACHINE)
This is Lynell Elliot.

-Please leave a message after the beep.
-(BEEPS)

Hi.

Miss Elliot?

This is Daisy Salinas
from Marshall Middle School.

I met you at the Hamilton dance meet.

I'm calling
because I would very much appreciate it

if you would send me
an application to your school.

Thanks.

(BEEPS)

(SOBBING)

What do you mean, "We can't go"?

This is everything
those girls have worked for.

I understand, but there's not
a single dime left in the budget.

(SIGHS) Well,
what are we talking about, a bus?

One bus for one day?

How much could that possibly cost?

Because we'd be going to San Diego,
which is outside our district,

I have to get a liability rider.

Then there's the cost of the driver,
the gas, the bus itself...

But this isn't the first year
you've had a dance team.

Why wasn't this put
in the budget from the start?

But this is the first year
we've had a dance team

that's even come close
to being in the Regionals.

Sir, what am I supposed to do?

Punish these girls for their success,

tell them if they'd only gone and failed,
everything would be fine?

I'm very sorry,
Ms. Bartlett, but I don't know

where I'm gonna get my hands on $1,200.

Oh. (SIGHS)

What if we raise the money ourselves?

Yeah. Maybe we could
even raise enough to get new uniforms.

We could have a car wash.

Yeah. And we can sell food and stuff.
Like a block party!

Guys, we have to do
whatever it takes to get to Regionals.

We have a lot to do in the next two weeks.

Like come up with a whole new routine.

Actually, you guys,
I was thinking about that.

How would you feel
if we did something really innovative

by taking advantage of your background?

You mean, something like this?

I did it since I was old enough to walk.

My mother call it la lavadora.

-The washing machine.
-(CHUCKLES)

Yeah! And how
'bout the merengue, like this?

That's perfect! That's it!
That's it! Who else?

Anybody else have something?

My parents do the cha-cha. It's like...

(SINGS) Cha-cha-cha

MS. BARTLETT: Okay, watch Daisy.

Do you see how she makes it her own?

She's going from cha-cha
to hip-hop, back to salsa...

Flamenco...

Mmm... (GRUNTS)

Salsa.

Cool. Now, how do we
turn it into a routine?

Yeah, and how are we ever
gonna learn it on time?

Well, let's figure that out.
Daisy, what do you think?

We start up here, bring it down...

And hip, salsa, pirouette...

Come on, girls, try this with us.

Merengue...

And do what you were doing before, okay?

And cross over.

Okay, perfect.

Spin around, and shake, shake, shake!

From the top... Up!

Arms up, bring it down,

and pop the head, salsa, pirouette...

Oh! Alex! What are you doing here?

I have to tell you,
you are not the easiest person

in the world to track down. (CHUCKLES)

-Oh! Come here! Let's go inside.
-Okay.

Get some tea.

Are the rumors true? Are you teaching now?

Ninth-grade biology.

(LAUGHS) Unbelievable!

And you're digging it?

Yeah. It definitely has its challenges.

Well, you know, the reason I'm here,
I was, uh, talking to Bob Humphrey.

-From Bennet Co?
-Exactly.

He's now one of the hotshots on the web.

His website, it's huge!

It's gossip, advice, fashion tips,
you know, all the stuff for preteen girls

with links to the best clothes, cosmetic,
and music sites. It's unreal!

And?

They're looking for a head
of Customer Relations and Marketing.

-Hmm.
-And I told them about you.

Oh...

Well, Alex, that's really flattering,

but I think I'm starting
to hit my stride with this teaching thing.

-How much you making?
-Enough.

(KETTLE WHISTLING)

If I never wanna
take another decent vacation again.

Hey, whatever you're pulling in,
Bobby'll double it, at least!

I mean, he's had a hundred applicants,
but no one with your skills or experience.

Now with this
teaching thing on top of it...

Your students are his core demographic.

I don't know, Alex. I don't know.

Give him a call.

-They even have an office in London.
-Hmm.

Ah, you'd love London.

Give him a call.

Take an interview. What can it hurt?

I guess there's no reason
not to just meet the guy.

Exactly.

Right...

Give him a call.

How can you be failing Math?

It's only the ten-week progress report,
not an actual report card.

Look, Mr. Zavala
is totally crazy about this stuff.

Any failing grade means you can't be
on an after-school team.

Yeah, but even he wouldn't kick her off
right before Regionals.

Wanna bet?

Stupid Math! It's always been a pain!

What are we gonna do?

Well, let's just talk to Ms. Bartlett.
I mean, maybe she can pull some strings.

-Chicas! Listen up. Bad news.
-What's going on, Marisol?

I hear Ms. Bartlett talking
on her cell phone about a new job.

That's not possible.

Marisol, are you sure you heard that?

Si! I know my English
may not be so perfect,

but my ears, they are fine.

She never wanted
to be here in the first place!

We were just a paycheck between real jobs!

Daisy, that's not true, okay?
I don't believe it!

Look, we never should have trusted her!

You're wrong!
Ms. Bartlett cares about us a lot!

Yeah, right.

She's staying here, okay?
I'll bet anything.

This can't be happening!

-It's over!
-No, it isn't!

Uh, ladies? Hello?

So, have you come to make
your farewell address to the troops?

I'm sorry?

Once a quitter, always a quitter.

We know you had a job interview.
Marisol heard you confirm it.

Is it true? Are you leaving?

You can't! What about Regionals?

So, did they offer you a lot of money
and tell you that you were the best?

Actually, it was
an extremely generous offer,

and they asked me to start on Monday.

Bye. We're really gonna miss you.

How could you do this to us?

I thought we mattered to you.

Mr. Zavala won't let us go anywhere
near Regionals without a coach!

After all our hard work! This is no fair!

Can I get a word in?

Why bother?

Actually, the truth is,

I turned them down.

You really did?

-So, you're staying?
-Yeah.

(ALL CHUCKLE)

Why?

We're a team.

So...

Are you ready? Are we gonna practice?

Um, actually, we've got another problem
to figure out.

Well, what if we considered this one
big extra-credit project?

Yolanda can collect
all the money tomorrow at the car wash,

and I'll check her calculations.

If she gets it right,
then you can talk to her Math teacher,

see if he'll raise her grade to a "D".

That could work.

But you have to get her
to take it very seriously.

If Yolanda doesn't deliver
an accurate tabulation,

she's off the dance team.

You got it.

Ms. Bartlett, I like your optimism.

Thanks.

MAN: This is great.

-(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
-(SIZZLING)

BOY: Give me a piece of that chicken.

Enjoy.

Thank you.

Hey!

I washed so many cars,
I'm gonna have pruned hands for a month.

Yolanda! So how are we doing?

Collecting's easy. It's the counting
and adding that'll be the tricky part.

Oh, let's see.

-Ah!
-Oh, wow! (LAUGHS)

So, are we there? Did we do it?

Close, but no cigar.

Well, we have enough for the bus
and the insurance,

but we still need another $100
to get the uniforms.

(SIGHS)

(CAR HORN HONKS)

Chuy...

What's with all this?

Somebody told me you were having
a little trouble reaching your goal.

Yeah, well, where did you get
all these cars from?

Escobar's garage.

The old man has the repairs
washed every time he turns them out.

I, uh, talked him into throwing
the job your way.

So, what's the damage
gonna be for nine cars and a van?

$85.

Well, that still leaves us short 15
and some change.

You owe me a wash and wax, girl.

Done!

Congratulations, team.
We're all going to Regionals!

Whoo! We're all gonna look so fine
in our new uniforms!

(ALL CHEERING)

(PEOPLE APPLAUDING)

(EXCITED CHATTERING)

Here you are, Daisy Salinas.

I've been looking everywhere.

I cannot tell you how delighted I was
to receive your application,

and I'm looking forward
to seeing you dance today.

Ah, great. No pressure.

Oh, this is my coach, Ms. Bartlett.
This is Lynell Elliot.

-Oh! It's really nice to meet you.
-Pleasure.

Well, I won't keep you.
I know you're busy preparing.

I just wanted to say hello,

wish you good luck,
and let you know I'll be watching.

(CHUCKLING)

You guys,
I cannot believe we're actually here.

I'm gonna faint. I'm gonna fall
right over into a dead faint.

Not before we compete.
Dance first, faint later.

MAN: (ON P.A.)
Los Alamitos dance team on deck.

Marshall Middle School up next.

-Guys, that's us!
-(OVERLAPPING CHATTER)

(SQUEALS)

MAN: (ON P.A.)
Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen.

Welcome to the Southern California
Regional Dance Finals!

First up, the Los Alamitos Red Devils!

(GIRLS WHOOPING)

(AUDIENCE CHEERING)

(DANCE MUSIC PLAYING)

(GIRLS VOCALIZING)

(MUSIC INCREASES TEMPO)

GIRLS: Dance! Dance!

(MUSIC ENDS)

(AUDIENCE CHEERING AND APPLAUDING)

You guys?
You guys, I can't find our pompoms.

Where are our pompoms?

I'll go look over there.

Okay, you go that way.
I'll go this way. Go. Yeah.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

I can't do this.

-Mmm, of course you can.
-No.

No, I can't.

Lynell Elliot is out there.

Daisy...

You know how good you are,

and I know you know
what today could mean for you,

but let me tell you something
you may not know.

It certainly took me long enough
to figure this out.

There is a big difference
between being the best

and being your best.

Aiming to be the best is...

It's fruitless. It's a matter of opinion.

But to be your best?

That's where you find your spirit.

Look, the best, my best...
What's the difference?

I can't do any of it!

Sure you can.
You have done this 50 times in rehearsal.

Do you know the first time I saw you dance
in my classroom,

you had such joy.

You danced straight from your heart.

And, you know, there is more value

and that's more contagious
than having a thousand trophies.

So, today I want you
to forget about winning

and forget about Lynell Elliot.

Forget everything...

Except why it is you love to dance.

Remember, sweetie, follow your heart.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

(GIRLS LAUGHING)

Hey, girls! Good luck, okay?

Hang in there. Bye!

MAN: (ON P.A.) Please welcome
the Marshall Middle School dance team!

(AUDIENCE CHEERING)

Go, Marshall!

One, two, three, four...

GIRLS: Five, six, seven eight!

(TECHNO MUSIC PLAYING)

(GASPS)

Come on, Daisy...

Let's go!

GIRLS: Go, go, go!

(AUDIENCE APPLAUDING)

GIRLS: Come on! Let's go!

Shake, shake!

GIRLS: Hey! Hey! Hey!

-(MUSIC ENDS)
-(AUDIENCE CHEERING AND APPLAUDING)

All right! Marshall!

That's my girl!

(WHOOPING)

-Yeah!
-Whoo! Yeah, baby!

(EXCITED CHATTERING)

Daisy, we were so awesome!

Doesn't that mean
we're gonna go to State Championships?

And then maybe Nationals!

And then Internationals!

No matter what happens after today,
you girls are amazing!

Well, maybe 'cause we've got
an amazing coach.

Hey! To Ms. Bartlett!

No. To us.

ALL: To us!

(ALL LAUGHING)

(OVERLAPPING CHATTER)

Can't believe you drove
all the way down here.

Oh, you thought I'd miss this?

I thought you hated
everything about my dancing.

No, chica.

You know what I hated?

Feelin' like I was gettin' left behind.

Feelin' like you were
gonna get out and go for the gold,

and I was gonna be
toolin' cars till I'm toothless.

But guess what?

This dropout's droppin' back in.

Chuy, are you serious?

Well, I at least gotta see if I can do it.

(CHUCKLES) I am so proud of you!

Eh...

Right back at ya.

-I'll see you up front, all right?
-Okay.

You were great.

(INHALES DEEPLY) Yeah.

(HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYING)

Shake it!

(ALL WHOOPING)

Hey, hey, everybody, look over here!

(ALL SPEAKING SPANISH)

(ALL CHEER)

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)