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# Hennessy go make you dance like this

# Wray Wray go make you dance like this

# I want one shot # Whoa # Two shot # Whoa

# Please don't give me too much

# Peer pressure make you dance like this. #

What were you expecting, Wembley?

I hate doing these.

It's not my favourite way to spend my Sunday afternoon either.

This is the only way we're going to get everyone to Manchester.

So stick a smile on your face and let's get on with it.

Cheers, love. Good luck.

If you ask nicely, I'll give you an 'and. Piss off, Liam.

Hi, girls. Hi. Hi.

Oi, you two, cheer up, eat your crisps.

Why don't you just take one? I'm not going to eat it. Me either.

Used to come here with me nan all the time when I were a kid.

Really? I'd run around, tearing the place up with my mates.

Bet they loved you.

Thanks for organising this for us, Shiv. I mean, it's not The Grand,

but you should get a good crowd in here this afternoon.

And it's still all right for us to do a collection?

Yeah, it should be OK.

What?

Nowt. They can just... Well, they can be a bit of a tough crowd, but...

Don't stress.

Right. Just stick to your time and don't go over bingo,

cos she'll kick off.

Do you want a drink, love? Diet Coke.

Do you want a rum in it?

Bit early for me.

It's on the house. No, you're all right.

Are you sure? Yeah. Shall I lead a warm-up with everyone, Mum?

Thanks, love. You looked like you were having a good time last night.

So did you. Mm.

Well, we're here for a good time, aren't we? Not a long time.

Short or really short? I don't care.

MAN YAWNS

Bro. I wouldn't have, though.

What's up with you? I didn't even see.

I'm heartbroken. I thought only you and me snogged when we were drunk.

And what's he got that I don't?

I don't think you need me to answer that.

He scores when he wants. Shut up! He scores when he wants.

I hope it was worth it. It was all right.

He's got moves.

Sounds like somebody needs to audition for the Magic Mike tour.

I'm actually knackered now. Nah, same.

Not a bad turnout after last night. Well done.

You said it like we had a choice. I thought it was compulsory.

I never said compulsory.

I just said anyone who didn't turn up wasn't going to Manchester.

That's blackmail. Yeah. It is.

Right, we're up in five. Let's give 'em a show, yeah?

THEY CHEER UNENTHUSIASTICALLY

Tough audience.

So Page and Liam. Didn't see that one coming.

Do you think they make a cute couple? Hmm. Why not?

Oh, come on. I saw your face.

Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen.

I'm Erica Lee and I run the Chapeltown Collective dance school.

We've been working hard for the last five years to build our troupe.

Am I taking girls home after this? Yes, please.

I'll be home right after my shift.

And for the first time, we've made it to UBEAT.

Oh, course you will. The prestigious Northern Dance Show.

Don't start, Liam, I've got a right headache.

We're here today to show you what we do. Hangover?

And to hopefully raise enough money to make it across the Pennines.

I'm not staying in all night, so if you're seeing him, then...

I've finished with him.

And maybe, if you enjoy it... You were right.

He's a prick. ..you can give us a little something to help us along.

Cheers.

Whoo!

Whoo! Come on, guys.

# Now why that metronome sound like his wristwatch?

# He said he got a Rollie, but that ho go tick tock

# Going to Cali, rest in Vegas For the pit stop

# We rich forever, little Roddy and some Rick Ross

# We need it tip-top shape

# Applying pressure, we ain't off it till that motha fucka break

# And we want all the beef, been prepared for high stakes

# I say, "Whatchu tryna do?"

# He say, "Whatever it take, to make you drop down to the floor

# And make that motha fucka quake

# Like clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, and throw it back, bitch

# And I prayed for this So I put in work, habitual

# Flipped da bread, do it again just like a ritual

# Hit my two step, bitch for my feng shui

# Melrose cruisin He gon do whatever I say

# Throw a stack, stack Stack, stack, stack... #

CHEERING

APPLAUSE

Whoo!

MUSIC: Clear by Cybotron

Don't look like that. This is why we're here.

It feels like begging. Because it is.

Sort your face out.

Very nice. Thank you.

How much longer does this go on for? Not long.

What's it for again, love? UBEAT,

sorry, it's the Northern Showcase.

Have you got any change?

No.

It's lovely that you're still dancing.

Your nana used to love it when you used to dance for her.

That were a long time ago. Thanks, Dorothy. Nice seeing you.

Proper little sugar plum fairy, aren't you, love?

Yeah. Thanks.

Hey, Koko.

Are we good?

We're not falling out over a dance.

I mean, look, we're not going to make it there anyway.

And then we would have fallen out over nothing.

Here you go.

Oh, my gosh. Is that it?

Look at that. It's shit.

You can't get blood out of a stone.

And you've got time for summat else before t'bingo starts.

What else have we got?

Obviously, we need something a little bit more crowd-pleasing.

Liam, come here, love.

He knows what they like.

What?

No. Absolutely not. Stop being so selfish. Erica needs your help.

I ain't even got my music. I've got it on my phone.

Fine.

I hate you. Love you too.

Ladies and gentlemen, we have a special treat

for our last number. Hope you enjoy.

IRISH MUSIC PLAYING

CROWD CLAPS ALONG

Ooh.

Come on, Liam! That's it.

THEY CHEER

CHEERING

Nice one, lad.

Well, we've got enough for t'mini bus.

Canal Street, here we come. What's there? Gay men.

I'm going Old Trafford. No, we're taking you to the gay bars.

I'm drinking and ordering room service.

We're going there to dance, not go on the lash. Sure.

Liam, do you want to do it again and we'll go 50/50? Never again.

Come on. That's what I call a team player. Well done.

Hey! THEY IMITATE FANFARE

Shut it. Shut it.

Two and seven, 27.

He's going too fast. Four and two, 42. Jesus Christ.

He comes here? Yeah. Four and three, 43.

Six and nine, 69. Anybody?

CHEERING

A bit of order. Look at them making all that noise. Thank you.

I don't know how you do it, Erica, honestly, you're a saint. Hardly.

You give all your spare time to them kids.

I can't even stand three I've got. You don't mean that.

I do love the bones of 'em. Mm. More when they're asleep.

Are you sure you don't want owt in that? You are celebrating.

Seven and nine, 79.

Yeah. Go on, then. Just the one. Rum? Eight and seven,

87. Yeah.

Three and nine, 39.

Here again, those big ladies, the two fat ladies,

all the eights, 88. House. House. We have a claim. We have a claim.

So, what now?

If you don't want me to dance in Manchester,

then you need to say it. I shouldn't have to.

I need that scholarship.

I know.

But I didn't ask for a solo. Didn't say no either.

Better get these two home. Bye, girls.

Why can't we both do it? Meanwhile, back in the real world.

Completely different style, that one.

It's all in the legs. Yeah, it's not really my thing.

Thanks for your help, love.

Oh, give us that.

Is it OK if I stay and work on my solo? Yeah, sure.

Make sure you warm up. Yeah, will do.

Shall I show you what I've got so far? Another time, love.

Make sure you lock up. Keys are on t'desk.

TV IN BACKGROUND

Who wants fish and chips? Me. Me. Get some ketchup, please.

Got some scraps on yours.

Mum of the year.

Can we be mates? You can't solve everything with chips.

I'm having salad cream with mine. That's cos you're disgusting.

I'm doing my best, Liam.

Anyway, what are you doing still stuck in here?

What do you think? I'm back now. Go out with your friends.

Isn't there somewhere else you'd rather be?

Pass us one of them, love.

Welcome to Burger Stacks.

Don't be a dick.

What can I get you?

Chips.

�1.20.

You're finishing soon, right? Mm.

Well, let me give you a lift home. You don't have a car.

MUSIC PLAYS

Where'd you get it? I borrowed it.

You really think I'm stupid, don't you?

Are you getting on it or what?

You good? Yeah.

MUSIC: Black And Gold by Sam Sparro

# Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm

# If the fish swam out of the ocean

# And grew legs and they started walking

# And the apes climbed down from the trees

# And grew tall and they started talking

# And the stars fell out of the sky

# And my tears rolled into the ocean

# And now I'm looking for a reason why

# You even set my world into motion

# Cos if you're not really here... # Oh, my God.

Are you all right? Yeah.

# Now I'm filled to the top with fear

# That it's all just a bunch of matter

# Cos if you're not really here

# I don't want to be either

# I wanna be next to you

# Black and gold, black and gold Black and gold... #

Liam. Yeah. I don't want to go home. OK.

# I look up into the night sky

# I see a thousand eyes staring back

# And all around these golden beacons

# I see nothing but black

# I feel the weight of something beyond them

# I don't see what I can feel

# The vision is the only validation... #

Right, I'm gonna break. OK.

I can't believe you just did that. Why? Cos it's dangerous.

# Then the don't even matter

# Now I'm filled to the top with fear

# That it's all just a bunch of matter

# Cos if you're not really here

# Then I don't wanna be either

# I wanna be next to you... #

Want a chip? Go on, then.

Eugh. They're stone cold.

So, Lord of the Dance...

Shut up!

What's that about?

Er, when I were little, I lived with me nan.

How come? I just did.

Anyways, she got me Irish dance lessons.

You know, keep me out of trouble.

And did that work?

And at Christmas, she'd get me this massive bag of sweets.

That were enough to get me to put on a show in front of all her mates.

Proper embarrassing. I bet you loved it.

Shut up.

When I was eight, I danced in the carnival.

People used to laugh at me because I couldn't whine.

Whine?

You know, doing the Calypso walk. Right.

Me, stiff.

So one summer, I practised and practised

rotating my little waistline.

I danced past my mum. You should have seen her face.

She was so happy. You'd have thought she won the lottery.

That didn't turn you into a show-off, though, did it?

Which is funny cos if anybody should be showing off...

Shut up, Liam. HE CHUCKLES

What are you doing? It's not one of your jigs, is it?

Just listen to it.

MUSIC: Wrong For It by Obongjayar feat Nubya Garcia

# This town gets smaller the taller you get

# You're not wrong for it You're not wrong for it

# You're not wrong for it You're not wrong

# I'll keep dancing when it's quiet

# I won't lie... # What do you think?

It's beautiful.

Yeah.

It reminds me of you.

Yeah. That were cringe.

# His colours blind them

# Some things they won't understand

# He walks like lightning in that dress

# Your love is yours and not for them

# You're not wrong for it, you're not Wrong for it, you're not wrong

# Stop trying to please... #

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