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remo fore) “boys don't do ballet, Bly! Boys do football or boxing.” * ay 1 yes ld onde any. Hc mum's dead. Ms dad and is other ‘ron sik an have got no many, ily hata dream. Me wants be 1 dancer Every wee he goes to done dase. He want to ection forthe Royel Gallet Schoo. at haw can he fl hs fora? Wich Fac Files om ballet, the 1986 miners strike and ‘Lats Dan mand Readers oe a sees of cntenporayflm and TV edapttons trigal tenage etan, an danse eerie, smo a students of Engh Each ew epeclly choses lasses, andthe magesine ste toch ory, a wal ot proving citer! bacgrund thee level fom Elementary 0 ntermedate | | “ut her ated ene oe ut wit in sn Cnming ta ne Bae ee te Demers ose Bain ‘otc Co ani ed (nytt ager ‘Spin Pag on Poe pny Page 84 ay 9205 ara Sta an Ly et © ‘onthe nnd ge ten rat Sa 208 pt pinion ye gd inane ‘moe sl rem ‘ryan man enn moan pee ‘nag he wt prin a nama nee pecs tar gun a) Pantin Soe Rein 0 i places ‘Chapter 1: Bly" love to boogie" 6 ‘Chapter 2: Bly: Boys don't do bat! 8 ‘Chapter 3: Billy: Do the spin 2 Chapter 4: Jackie: My son Billy “ Chapter 5: Billy: Just you and me ‘Chapter 8: Tony: Happy Christmas! Chapter 9: Billy: You're in trouble now 2% (Chapter 10: Jackie: The scab bus 2% Chapter 11: Billy: A stupid dream 2 Chapter 12: Jackie: The letter 30 Epilogue: Jackie: Our Bil! 3 Balt shoes! Let's dance! 1984: the miners strike Billy Elliot yi 72 years old. He ves in verington with his dad, brother and ‘an, His mum ded two years, Mes pesperictiontarl 290. He loves musi and ‘dancing Bret Rell En on strike SS at Ais ale techs she ve ia ete ae peer enerererey povirereritens Borris Ute TA) Erne ey Deere She's 80. She loved dancing when she coud eet) dead Ua ened cos Ce ero) ere een here are mines. erect) Cee eed meres ea eee and eect Cs Peer er Cee cere eens Cy ee eta eee en peer ores Peony Penierinas Billy Elliot ‘Chapter 1 Billy: ‘I love to boogie’ ‘hate my brother. Hes stupid but he as go some good ‘music ister to his musi whe he's out at work wih my dad. Well ~ they're nt at work, not now. They'e on strike ‘Bt they stil goto the mine every day. "Nan loves the musi too. Tony’ and Dad leave in the ‘morning, then the music goes on. I make breakfast fr us fand we Both dance, Ian heat he in her bedroom. She tries to dance but she cant walk very well nov ~ wel she iselghty. ‘This moming,I made the eggy and danced to her bedroom “Hey, Nan! Breakfast called. I opened the door with iy fot and .. Ohno! Not again! Herbed was empty. 1 pul the eggs on the kitchen fable and ran ot ofthe hou, Where was she? She does this alot She forgets things ~ she forgets her name Tooked up the street. ‘Nant NAN!" Which way? Then T haa an idea Iran to the end ofthe sret and up to some toes, Thete she was, She often goes there. Why? Who ‘knows? Maybe she played there when she was litle. She looked frightened ‘Who are you? she said ‘Ws me, Nan. ily! She did't look very happy. Then we both heard Something. Behind ws on the road. we saw them lots of thom. The police. Their clothes were black and they had batons "Nan looked at me, ‘What ae they? she asked “Police, Nan. I's the police “Are they here fr us? she asked, “No, Nan, Not us’ Isaid “Ist Jackie? Ist Tony?’ she asked. I did’ ansiver 1

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