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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 ♪

(Ines) Previously...

The end of year showcase is coming up and the presh is on.

Pass.

'Cause we all want to score great roles.

We could be trees.

Dash is still couchbound because of his ankle.

(Dash) Now that I'm benched I'm practically invisible.

And Max is acting totally weird. (Ines) His dad died.

Oh, that's so sad.

Meanwhile the Time Collectors have put Victor in a time loop.

(Frank) I warned him.

But on the bright side, Henri managed to steal Lena's timepiece back from them.

Get him!

(alarm clock rings)

Good, you're awake.

As if you'd sleep in today of all days.

(Ines) Sleep in? Thea, it's 5:30.

(moans) In the morning.

(Thea) Every student who's consistently danced the solo or pairs

in the end of season showcase, has gone on to make Company.

I've run the stats. This is huge!

And I've got some secret intel that I'm going to share with you. Why?

Because you don't threaten me.

There's gonna be a surprise guest choreographer coming in to direct the showcase

and he arrives today! This is so exciting. It happens every year and...

If it happens every year, how is it "secret intel"?

(Ines laughs) (Lena laughs)

Yeah. Thea, we already know this.

Well, do you know who it is?

Then that's the secret intel. Wait, you know who it is?

That's amazing. Who is it?

That's not the point. So you don't know who it is then?

No, Lena. I don't.

It could be anyone. But whoever it is, it's gonna be epic.

This is an even bigger deal than the mid-season showcase, and...

(Lena and Thea) I'm gonna get the pairs piece.

As if! I'm going to impress whoever it is so much

that I'll be the first student in history to dance both the solo and the pairs piece.

Is that even a thing?

Get ready to witness history, ladies.

They don't actually start casting the show for another few weeks.

It'll be funny to watch her make a total idiot of herself

trying to impress this new choreographer, though.

(giggles) Totally.

You know, this could really be it for me this time.

My last chance to dance at the Garnier...

or anywhere.

(Lena) You know, I'm going to make an impression too!

I'm going to get that pairs piece. I hate it when you say that.

I'm not ready for you to leave yet.

I know...

but it's going to happen.

OK then. Go Team Lena! (chuckles)

(chuckles)

Look at you, hugging your BFF.

Don't make a big deal about it, or it's never gonna happen again.

Noted. (laughs)

(video game noises)

(scoffs) Oh man.

Have you ever beaten Jeff or me?

(phone beeps) (chuckles)

Funny. Whoa... virtual Blok challenge.

From Australia! Wait, what?

Does this mean that we post our challenge online? Yeah!

After that Reuben guy stole our choreography,

you really think that's such a good idea?

Yeah, well, no-one can prove it's us. Hm.

We are gonna take this guy down. (chuckles)

(phone beeps)

'Blok rehearsal for the first ever virtual challenge.

Meet in the tunnels at eight tonight.'

Oh, I'm sorry, man. I shouldn't have sent that to you.

But hey, you're going to be back in the game soon, right?

Yeah, sure.

(sighs)

(phones beep)

(Jeff) Woohoohoo!

A viral challenge and a special guest?

Best day ever, yo!

(laughs) He's so fun! What an exciting day!

Yes, it's a thrill a minute.

OK, I'll catch you later.

(taking deep breaths)

(grunts and sighs)

Keep going. (chuckles)

Um... No. I'm done for today.

Seriously? You saw that. I...

I can't do anything.

I feel completely useless.

Well, keep trying.

(scoffs) It hurts.

Well, push through the pain, Dash.

It's part of the deal, you know that.

Look, I'm not ready yet, OK?

What do you mean, you're not ready?

We're here because we're the best, Dash.

We fight through pain, sore muscles, disappointment, fatigue, all of it.

Nobody's gonna hand-deliver you an invitation for the Company.

You have to fight for it and want it.

I'm injured, OK? I can't dance.

Keep telling yourself that and it might come true.

I am so sick of this guy.

What guy? You.

The guy that keeps feeling sorry for himself because of this self-imposed injury.

This is classic LSPS.

Lame Self Pity Syndrome.

And it's not cool. Come on, Dash... Come back to class.

You can do core and arm work.

And hey, when it's time for pairs, we can even work together.

Thanks.

But no thanks.

Fine. See you later.

(ticking clock and magical tinkling noises)

(whooshing and tinkling noise)

Hold it right there, friend. Huh?

(gasps) Oh my gosh.

It's you.

You look so different in person. Huh?

I'm sorry, but do we know each other? You, sir, have violated three...

wow, that's a lot... three time travel codes in two different sections!

Which, if you didn't guess, is totally illegal and needs my immediate attention.

Wait, who are you? Francie Parks. The Time Travel Bureau.

I'm here to stop you from completely destroying the world.

(gasps) (electronic noises)

Oh my gosh, it totally worked!

(in slow motion) What's happening?

I've put you in "time cuffs".

Right. I have a few questions for you, mister.

What do you think you're doing running all over the quantum field all willy-nilly like this?

(in slow motion) If you...

Um... OK.

Let me see if I can just tweak these cuffs a little...

(Francie sighs)

Henri Duquet.

Time ripper...

You're under arrest.

(classical piano music plays)

Ladies.

I present this year's guest choreographer

for the end of the season showcase.

Please give a warm welcome to Mr Armando Castillo.

(Armando) Thank you very much. The honor is mine.

Please continue.

(Ms Carré) This is an excellent class with a few exceptional students.

(Armando) Hm... I can see that.

New York City Empire Ballet.

The man has won every award there is.

He's innovative.

A genius. And a legend.

Empire, American, legend.

Wait, like a baseball legend? No...

Lovely, thank you. You can stop right there.

Um, you. Step forward. Sorry, I don't know your name.

Lena. Lena Grisky.

Who did you train with before coming to this school?

François Dugay, sir. (laughter)

(sighs) Yeah, right. It's not like he's been dead for over a hundred years.

(Armando laughs) That's funny.

I only wish I had studied with Dugay myself.

I assume you mean his method.

(nervous laugh) Of course.

Because that would be impossible.

There's something very old world about your style.

Oh, I know. I'm working on that. I'm trying to be more current.

No, no, no. I like it. It makes you um... unique.

A standout. A mixture of classic and modern,

which is gonna be perfect for our show.

We need to do something.

Look at him just sitting there taking notes. It's pathetic.

And I know he's been doing his rehab exercises so he should be able to practice.

I know... He's even got his sad pants on.

Look how baggy they are.

I will go on a date with you if you at least try.

You can be the Sergeant and you can pilot the Destroyer Deluxe.

I'll even throw in two extra lives and the next level.

But you gotta move. Now.

I can't. I'm injured.

See?

(sighs) OK. We need a foolproof

multi-layered plan.

I'm talking a set, I'm talking costumes, I'm talking lights, props.

We need a new TV. Oh, some shiny things!

What? Sorry. That's just stuff that I need...

We need a plan!

(Henri) You have to believe me.

I didn't know anything about time travel or time rips or anything like that.

I gave my girlfriend a necklace as a gift

and now I'm just trying to find her.

You did?

That's so sweet.

But it wasn't a necklace. It was a timepiece.

Well, exactly. It was an honest mistake.

But even if you didn't mean to shoot her off into the future, you did,

thereby reactivating portals and time travel altogether.

This is really bad, Henri.

If you could just come with me, there's something I could show you to prove I'm a good guy.

You have to trust me.

OK... Let's go.

(Armando) Faces down, then we can mix it up, we can play around with things,

so whether you're partnered up with a girl or a boy, it doesn't matter.

(Jeff) Dude, I know. Even I know what a huge deal Armando Castillo is.

(Jeff) Oh, he saw us. Make a good impression.

OMG, I love him!

He's so charming and we're already getting along really well.

(squeaks) I think I have a real shot at a lead in the show! (giggles)

(imitates Max) 'Yeah, Lena, um, I'm very happy for you. That's great.'

(as herself) Well, I mean, nothing's for sure, but I have a good feeling about it.

What?

Hello?

Nothing, it's nothing.

Technique is not perfected by standing around chatting.

(Armando) OK, guys, let's have you warming up, please. No more talking.

What are you doing? The man said warm up.

Brilliant, absolutely astonishing, well done.

Sorry, am I in the right place?

Or is this a little pirouette competition we're having?

Why don't we all just gather around and watch Max showing off, shall we?

No, because now is not the time. I told you to warm up.

You know, ballet is not about tricks, it's about honesty and emotion.

If you paid attention you would know that.

Well, maybe you could show us, since you're so perfect?

(students gasp) What?

(scoffs)

OK, from the top!

And five, six, seven eight... (classical piano music plays)

One, two, three.

Four, five, six. Good.

(Armando) OK, take a break, everyone. Only five minutes and don't get cold.

Rehydrate. I want to get... What was that?

How can you speak to a teacher that way?

You've been acting weird all day. What's going on with you?

I can't believe he's here. Why?

We all knew there was a guest choreographer coming.

What's the big deal? Are you mad they didn't ask you to choreograph the show?

No! I'm mad they asked my father...

(student whispers) Did he just say father?

(all whisper) (Thea) He's never told me that.

(alarm rings)

What's that noise? Is that coming from you?

It's an alert. Something's happening.

Did you put somebody in a time loop?

Yes! No! I didn't. The Time Collectors did.

Oh wow. I've never seen one live...

Oh no.

(gasps) That's him! That's my dad!

He's stuck in the past!

A code twenty-O-six to the fifth

and the subject will release from the loop, and reappear.

Really? I think so...

You're not exuding a lot of confidence right now.

Shh... just give me a minute!

(sighs) What are these flashing alerts? The manual didn't prepare me for this.

Do you even know what you're doing? Of course I do!

Now, if you want me to release your dad from the loop, there are conditions.

Go on.

One...

Hand over that timepiece.

Two...

Tell me how you helped build that portal. Come on.

But if I give you the timepiece then I will never be able to get back to Lena.

It's up to you.

Save your dad or save your girlfriend.

Fine. It wasn't me that built the time portal.

It was the Time Collectors.

Find Frank, he's the mastermind behind the portal.

And the timepiece?

Release him. Please.

(Armando) Seven and eight. And one, two, three, four.

Hold that frame, but drop your shoulders, please.

Pull up! Think of that piece of string.

And again. Seven and eight and one, two.

From the core, good.

Lovely. Nice, Jeff. Nice soft arms.

Up to the sky, and Ines, shoulders back! Good.

Hey, maybe you should cool off before you do something you might regret later.

(Armando) Something you want to say to me, Max?

What are you doing here?

I told you I didn't want to live in your shadow.

I never agreed to that.

I'm the father, remember? I don't take orders from you.

Do you really think I'd turn down such a prestigious professional opportunity

because of a teenager's whim?

Besides...

Maybe I wanted to see how my son was doing.

(scoffs) Now you've got time for me...

Oh, Max. Don't start with that again, please.

Max!

(Ines) Back for one show and one show only,

recreating their tour de force performance from La Fée is...

(together) The POB School Tree Trio!

(laughs) But we can't do it without you.

Right. Because then we'd be a duo and not a trio.

Yes. Thank you, Captain Obvious. (Jeff) Whatever.

We're invoking the Arbor Bond.

Wooo... Yeah, trees for life, dude. We need to stand tall.

(Jeff) Oh, I like that one, that's a good one. We've been in the dirt together.

Yeah, laid down the roots. (laughs)

We're the forest, man. And one tree doesn't let another tree get cut down.

Ha! (Dash laughs)

Guys. I really appreciate what you're trying to do,

but I can't walk.

And no amount of tree jokes will change that.

You're not even trying, Dash. You're just sitting there.

What are you so scared of? That Max is actually better than you?

Right, just leave me alone, OK?

Like leaves on a tree?

No, like get out. Whatever, dude. I'm out.

(Jeff) Hey, you totally broke the code by bringing up Max.

Did I though?

Oh...

So...

That was pretty intense.

And confusing.

Want to explain what's going on?

You lied to all of us, about everything.

Why would you do that?

Well, is there anything else you lied about?

Cause now would be the time to tell me.

Whoa, hold on. You've got to lay off, alright?

You don't know the whole story.

And come on, it's not like you haven't pretended to be somebody you're not... Elena Grande?

I didn't interrogate you when that was happening.

So back off, alright?

(horse neighing)

OK, here goes.

(magical tinkling noises)

(whooshing, electrical noises)

Oh. So if my calculations are correct, he should be released.

Really?

There's only one way to find out.

Thank you, Francie!

(breathes heavily, grunts)

Dad! Dad!

Dad... (pants)

Henri, what happened?

You were in a time loop, but it's over. You're OK now...

Sit down. Sit down.

(laughing)

I feel like I may have been too hard on Max.

Too hard on him?

He told us his parents were dead.

No formal ballet training. Remember that?

A self-taught wonder.

Not only is his dad alive and well,

he's a world-famous choreographer.

Which means, Lord Maximus "Fibbage"...

...had the best ballet training in the world.

Yeah, sorry, dude. I'm with him. Totally uncool on Max's part.

Hi, Thea. Are you OK?

That's a great question, Lena. Thanks for asking.

I held on to a few things when Max and I broke up because, you know,

he will eventually be begging for me to come back.

But since I've found out that I spent the last year dating a complete stranger,

what's the point?

Can somebody give the liar his stuff back, please? Thanks.

You know what the worst part is?

He didn't even tell me his father was Armando Castillo.

(Jeff) Wow. So, are you upset that he lied,

or that his dad is a super famous choreographer?

I have many levels, Jeffrey. Don't test me.

No wonder Max scores all the big parts.

It's not because he's a better dancer.

It's because of who his dad is.

It's so unfair. You're the one that's being unfair.

He shouldn't have lied, but that doesn't stop him from being a great dancer.

Whatever. You guys are all nuts

if you go to that Blok rehearsal tonight.

I wouldn't go anywhere near it, even if I could dance.

Yeah, I'm with you. Boycott city.

I'm not going anywhere near that liar.

Oh, come on, you guys.

We haven't even given him a chance to explain.

Wait, Lena.

What Max did was seriously uncool.

But how is it any different from what I'm doing?

I've lied to everyone about who I am too.

It's not exactly like you can tell people the truth.

Still.

If the time comes and everyone finds out I've been lying,

I hope they'll be more forgiving than they are right now.

Dad, I really think you should take it easy, you were just in a time loop.

What do you know about the girl?

What, Francie?

Not much... She's part of some group that stops time travelers

from interfering with time lines or something.

How did she get here? How did she find you?

She fell from a time rip or something.

She honestly did not have a clue what she was doing.

She had to refer to a manual a lot.

Because the only person who can do that job is me.

If she has that timepiece, that could spin out of control very quickly.

Of course she doesn't have that timepiece.

I gave her a fake!

She was so thrilled to do something by the book

that she just took off without checking.

Well, well, well, well, well...

You just earned your first lesson.

Let's go. I'll teach you how to use it!

What, are you serious? Hm-hm.

Yeah! Let's do this!

OK, we pull out all stops. We just level with him.

Force him, if we have to.

Whatever it takes. Yes, Captain.

(gasps)

It's a miracle. No, Jeff.

It's my next-level strategy. What?

He's perfecting the choreography to impress Armando.

He wants to beat Max. You diabolical genius.

Do we bust him?

No... He's dancing. That's all we wanted.

(annoyed grunt) I want to bust him.

I feel all unresolved and filled with conflict.

Go play some video games.

You can be Sergeant. Yeah, OK.

(chuckles)

(Lena) You don't need to say anything until you're ready.

And I'll be here for you when you are.