03x06 - Fake It Until You Make It

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Previously... What's stopping me from finishing second year and transferring into third year?

There's catastrophically messed up, then there's you.

You think it was your heat cream? What happened?

There's no-one like your mum.

Dad said she was depressed. I remember her lying in bed.

Maybe Sammy went out with both of us because...

We're similar?

You know who's an expert? Ethan.

We could do a conference call.

Don't think I haven't noticed the code of silence around your Barcelonan summer.

I had a gorgeous guy with a heart the size of Sydney Harbour who I didn't deserve, and I stuffed it up.

Buenos dias. Necesito ir...

Sorry. Hickson Road. National Academy of Dance. Cheers, mate.

I rarely get time to clear this.

If it's important, text.

The motto for the National Academy may as well be, fake it till you make it.

You should see all the first-years camping out, waiting for a celebrity sighting.

Kat thinks if she fakes being a balletbot, she can make up for years of throwing away her talent.

I hope everyone is distracted, and kapow! I blitz them.

Grace thinks if she fakes being a normal human, no-one will notice she has more in common with a black widow spider.

Celebratory breakfast treats!

Make way for Mercutio!

I got it! I thought after our Company debacle...

I'm Romeo and you're... Lady Capulet!

Tara thinks if she fakes being the perfect girlfriend, she will magically stop being neurotic, jealous and hard to please.

I'm the only person here who's consistently honest with myself.

Benvolio! A minor role.

And a boy.

Apparently, cross-dressing is very now.

I get to play a nurse.

Is that a complaint?

Not at all, sir.

We're not only doing Romeo And Juliet.

The contemporary piece needs a soloist.

A brilliant emerging choreographer.

You could be just his type.

I've always had this sense I'd play Juliet.

Did Mum dance her in the company?

Third year, as well.

Grace, how would you feel about not going on tour, maybe moving in with me for a couple of months?

Why would I want to do that?

You've been fragile.

I think some stability could be great for you. When?

Like I would sabotage a company performance.

I know your culpability in that incident is unproven, but Grace, I'm really worried about you.

Presumably, I'm the best dancer from part.

That's why Zach cast me.

Yes, you are.

It's not in your job description to undermine the production, not to mention my ballet future.

As your godmother, I have other factors to consider.

It's the first day of rehearsal.

By the end of the week, you will be convinced not only that I am fine, but that this tour needs me, desperately. OK?

You two are in almost every scene.

It's your responsibility to put in the extra hours.

He had it all figured out.

Ben was Romeo, you were Juliet, triumphing at the Wagga Wagga arts centre.

Now...

It's a brand-new relationship. I'm not allowing negativity in.

Once more, from the lift.

That's the plan - be selflessly supportive, happy he's happy?

Just keep digging those holes for yourself.

Third-years, I want to introduce Wes Cooper.

Not only is part of the brat pack of apprentice choreographers, he's traded a Spanish summer working with Impresion to create a world-premier piece for your tour.

Not such a big trade-off.

I've always wanted to see the motels of regional Australia.

Impresion? You must know Ethan.

He would be my housemate.

Hi, Abi.

Good surprise?

How do you want to do this?

I'll watch your rehearsals and choose my soloist. Sure.

Anything you want to share?

If you're applying for the role of sassy gay best friend, I'm not recruiting.

I can't today. Tara's taking me bowling.

Did you not hear Zach? This early rehearsal period is about emotion.

I don't mind postponing.

It's our dating-for-two-weeks bowlaversary.

Can you believe she's never been? I can wait until tomorrow.

Grace is right.

It's more important you get the balcony scene down.

He's here. Rhys O'Leary - he's really, really here.

Rhys! Can you sign my... chest for my girlfriend?

Is that the guy from those cheesy fantasy films?

Archer And The Argonauts. Yes, maybe.

I was wondering if I'd run into you guys.

Too good for my classes these days?

I've never choried a film. It'll be interesting.

Can I guess the storyline - bad boy meets ballet princess?

What else?

You should audition. They're sh**ting scenes here.

We'd love to, but it will probably clash with tour commitments.

Would it? If you change your mind, the director's seeing dancers for the minor roles today.

She's so needy, especially now Marcus is going back to Texas.

I get she'll miss her fiance, but I'm not staying home from tour to walk the cat.

It's feeling off, our connection. We should practise the kiss.

Pucker up.

Why don't we visualise dancing with someone we're really into?

While dancing with me, you're fantasising about Tara?

Awesome!

There are a lot of you! I apologise in advance if things get brutal. Exams are looming.

You need to test yourself in a competitive environment.

I'm sensing this is less about me fast-tracking and more about your needing your hand held.

Is Benvolio really that bad a role?

Unimaginable.

Jazz fingers in your eyes, girls!

We're going to own that ballet round tomorrow.

Bodega for dinner?

Ethan promised tapas that would b*at La Boquiera.

News feed - you're the flatmate who keeps leading him astray.

You're Kat, the hot sister.

You would know what happened, because I can't get anything out of either party.

Were they gruesomely loved up?

Loved up between Abi and Ethan. Whoa!

She never calls, she never writes. Now I'm unmentionable.

You know how to make a guy feel like a holiday fling.

Whoa, the two of you?

You're right about your turnout.

We'll work on that when you're my soloist.

I'll dance your solo the day you Riverdance naked, singing She'll Be Coming Round The Mountain. In Spanish.

We both know that would stop traffic. See ya.

I never thought I'd say - you're trying too hard. Don't force it.

Tara, I want you learning this. I'm sorry?

Yeah, sorry? You're understudying Juliet.

I'm not someone who gets injured.

You need to be covered.

Zach, who's understudying Romeo?

It's awesome you're doing research.

A lot of people get the posture wrong. If you ever want...

Thanks.

Ben, that's your cue, mate.

Sorry. We did promise we'd be unobtrusive.

It's fine.

You should encourage him to take this seriously, not take him bowling.

You think it's my idea to go bowling? That's BEN'S dream date.

Abigail, why aren't you in rehearsal?

For a tour that's a showcase to get into a company that's ruled me out?

The movie was a better use of my time.

Abigail! I'm not going on tour. Do you mind if I...

Off you go, Katrina.

What do you smell? Sweat and tinea?

I smell best girlfriend ever.

Hey! I hope I'm not intruding. I love bowling.

I brought a fourth.

Romeo and Juliet versus the understudies.

This should be about cast bonding.

We can change if you want.

No, this is great.

You OK?

Ben, come with me. I know what Tara needs.

What are you doing here?

Grace said you hated bowling and you needed more people to make it fun.

No?

Sorry. She sold it as a favour to you.

That's not usually one of your top concerns.

I'm trying to make up for some stuff this year.

It's a ramp to help with your back.

And direction.

You want to do me a favour? Let's take her down.

For exes, you two really get along.

Yes! Woo!

Go, Romeo! Go, go, go, Romeo!

Oh, someone's a bad loser.

No, superfun. I'm so glad you invited yourself.

Training bra, calm your farm.

Grace and I really did need to bond.

You don't even realise she's manipulating you.

Let's play again. You might have fun if you try.

Not trying? Are you kidding me?

Shoes!

Congratulations, you have survived the dance round.

Pick up your drama-audition scenes and I'll see you tomorrow.

Hopefully, you can talk as well as you can dance.

Hey. Hey.

Ollie's going to take me through some speccy ballet moves.

We'll start with the five basic positions.

I missed my calling. I wouldn't know. I haven't seen your movies.

Psst!

You're flirting with him.

Too much? He wants me as a muse.

Don't go there. You'll regret it.

We are allowed to date other people.

It doesn't mean we've forgotten him.

Of course.

It's probably just new-relationship kinks.

If you can't iron them out, it's better to know now, with the tour coming up.

I don't want my co-star heartbroken when it doesn't work out. Tara and I aren't breaking up.

The only issue is you doing mental things like crashing our date.

Mental? Yeah.

There's just a bit too much of the crazy Grace.

Stop it! you're going to the formal and they're going to make you queen.

Everything will work out the way it's meant to. Why?

I don't want to be defined by a cardboard crown, for school to be the high point of my life.

She put commercial dancers through the ballet round and not me, and I'm at the academy.

She probably doesn't know about ballet.

Six years at Royal Birmingham.

You're supposed to give me constructive direction.

Tara, can you act better, please?

You got a message from Wes.

Would you like me to open it? Don't.

What are you doing? It's not funny.

Oops! Pressed 'play.'

Is this Barcelona? You look so... happy.

There's a text to go with it.

He'll be waiting for you under the bridge in an hour.

Woo!

What version is that?

My mother's.

Don't worry, you'll dance it with Tara.

I'm obviously too fragile.

How do you mean?

It's a euphemism.

You said it better. I'm crazy.

At any moment, I could fall off a balcony.

Another euphemism, like my mother.

It's odd.

I don't want to be like her, but I want to know her.

I guess this role...

I didn't know about your mum.

Please don't feel sorry for me.

You just told me a pretty sad story.

I don't think you're totally crazy.

You're also funny and challenging and you make cool hats.

We are going to tear up regional Australia, and I need you as my wing man.

Wes, give it up.

You pushed me to this. I choreographed a solo for you and will accept no other.

Please go home.

Barcelona was fake. I wasn't being me.

I can't. I'm a professional, and I accepted this gig.

Alright, who were you being if you weren't being you?

Anyone else.

My boyfriend had just d*ed, practically 50 metres from where you're standing.

He was your boyfriend? You didn't tell me.

He would have been. We would have...

You made me forget that, and when I got back, I couldn't believe I let you.

That's why you rejected my calls, you felt guilty? I AM guilty.

You don't even come close to matching him.

You couldn't possibly.

But soft! What light through yonder window breaks?

I feel like a goober.

It is the east, and Juliet is the sun!

I should apologise. I was a bad girlfriend. I threw shoes.

No, I shouldn't let Grace manipulate me.

Just like you were right about Saskia. I'm gullible.

No, you're way nicer than I am.

I'm difficult and hypersensitive and I really hate bowling.

You do?

I hate most ball sports. No point pretending otherwise.

You could try pretending a bit. Let's try it again.

I have to cancel today's tutorial.

The film people h*jacked our studio.

I reiterated we're a ballet school first and foremost.

You were OK with me auditioning, though?

I have a lot of work to do if I want to graduate with the third-years.

I'm not going to, am I?

I'd prefer you to concentrate your energies on second year.

I'm going to pass that, right?

Acting - it should be right up my alley.

Abigail Armstrong, auditioning for the role of Kimberley.

I brought my own reader. OK.

Turns out I fake it with the best of them.

Profile right. Other right.

Back to camera.

Now facing back to camera.

Action.

Stop it!

I can fool myself that I've wasted my life trying to be a dancer.

I can even fool myself that Sammy and I were destined to be together forever.

Ah, sorry.

She was Meryl Streep last night.

One more time, from the top of the page.

Stop it! You're going to the formal, they're making you queen and everything will work out.

I don't want to be defined by a cardboard crown.

I don't want high school to be highlight of my life.

Maybe it will be.

Maybe I'll only ever be ordinary, but Paul isn't.

He dances the way I dream of dancing.

Thanks, Abigail. Thank you.

Kat, do you think you could change places?

No, I'm not auditioning. I didn't make it through the ballet round.

Humour us.

I don't know the Kimberley bit.

Keep reading the lead.

You're doing well with her.

And, action.