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Camille: (laughs) Reality check, little rat! You're nothing. I'm a star! You're just orbiting around me.
(CLICK!)
Felicie: No.
Camille: Oops!
Camille: (laugh)
Postman: A letter for Madame Regine Le Haut and Mademoiselle Camille from the Opera. Hmm!
Handmade paper! Embossed! Blue ink!
Felicie: (grunts)
Felicie: (sighs)
(girls giggle)
Auguste Emmanuel Vaucorbeil: Welcome, Miss Le Haut! Charmed! [kiss felicie's hand]
Felicie: Charmed!
Auguste Emmanuel Vaucorbeil: I am Auguste Emmanuel Vaucorbeil, director of the Opera. You are here
because your mother serves the best prime rib in Paris. Oh! I hope you dance as well.
Felicie: Of course.
(bell rings)
Felicie: OK!
Auguste Emmanuel Vaucorbeil: Oh, greatest ballet master of all time! Oh, most talented choreographer
in the universe and beyond! He is handsome! He is elegant! He is strong! He is powerful! He is the man!
Auguste Emmanuel Vaucorbeil: How did you know? Yes! I have enrolled Camille Le Haut in your class.
Nora: Felicie?
Felicie: Uh, no, no, no! No, sorry. I'm f-friendly, ever so friendly. And my name is Camille.
Nora: OK. I'm Nora, but everyone calls me Nora. That's the name that goes with my face. (laughs) Hey,
you should warm up!
Nora: Oh, my! That is crazy! I'm guessing you're new, my darling.
(girls whimper)
Felicie: Fou-whats?
Felicie: Uh...
Merante: Second!
Felicie: What?
Merante: Third!
Felicie: Uh...
Merante: Today is an important day. I've gathered all the coryphées together to audition for the part of
Clara in 'The Nutcracker', which will debut on Christmas Eve and star Rosita Mauri.
Merante: (clear throat) So every girl in this room has a chance to dance in my new ballet, except you.
You've all worked hard, except you! You are here because of talent and guts.
Merante: Exactly! Starting tomorrow, we'll have an audition. One of you will be eliminated each day. So,
tomorrow, little rich girl, no matter what strings you pulled to get here, that will be you!
Merante: I am a vegetarian.
Felicie: (gulps)
Felicie: First, second. Second. No, second, third. Third? Third? Third, fourth.
Victor: (pants)
Victor: Hello!
Felicie: Me too.
Victor: Don't worry, I've got it. I am the winner of our little bet.
Victor: You know, the one about who gets their dream first. I am going to be an inventor!
Felicie: Really?
Victor: You're just jealous that, in 24 hours, I've got a job with the man who is building that!
Felicie: Did you bump your head when you fell in the boat?
Victor: Nope! Yesterday, after you got separated, I just took a quiet walk around the streets of Paris. It
was all good, totally good. I was really not scared at all. I met some charming locals who helped me find
my way. And you will never believe this, but then I stumbled on a Breton bar and I got a big, warm and
friendly welcome. They welcomed me like a brother, a son, a nephew! And then I met this super guy
called Mathurin. We talked, we laughed, we danced together, and then my new best buddy and I
decided to head home to his place. And you are never, ever going to believe this but he works in the
atelier of Gustave Eiffel, the nicest, best and most magnetic inventor in the whole world! I am going to
be the most famous engineer's right-hand man. Oh, and I've gone back to square one with my chicken
wings. I am now working on combining air velocity with fibrous catchment systems. I'm trying a kite.
Victor: Really?
Felicie: I'm a dancer. Yes! Yes! A student at the Opera. And soon I'm going to be an étoile at the Opera
de Paris.
Victor: You, a dancer at the Opera? OK, and may I know how you came to be at the Opera?
Victor: Liar!
Felicie: OK! It's Camille Le Haut, the one who broke my music box.
Victor: Liar!
Victor: Liar!
Felicie: She gave me the letter that allowed her into the Opera.
Victor: (chuckles)
(wind blows)
Felicie: Victor!
Victor: Whoa!
Felicie: Again?
[Felicie in opera]
Felicie: (grunts)
Merante: Hmm?
(CRACK!)
Felicie: (chuckles)