1 Chance 2 Dance

Dad?

Dad?

- Dad! -

-No! Please don't go! Don't go! -

Dad, please don't go. Dad, please!

-Gabby. Gabby. -Hm?

You all right?

Y-yeah. I'm fine.

-Another nightmare? -Yeah.

-Maybe you should call him. -Why?

He's probably sucking face with the collagen queen.

And since when do you take his side?

Whoa, I am not taking his side,

but he is your father

and you should try and see him before we leave.

Sorry to say, but when you spring a surprise move

on a 17-year-old with this much crap

and you give her a week to pack,

it doesn't leave a lot of time for goodbyes.

Fine. I'm not gonna make you do anything you don't wanna do.

Except move across the country in the middle of my senior year.

Gabby, I didn't want this any more than you did.

Um, I'm sorry, mom.

I know you didn't plan for any of this.

And-and we'll get through it together, okay?

I am the mom.

I'm the one who's supposed to be telling you that.

Come on, mom. Didn't you know?

Gabby the Gab here knows it all.

Um, did I give you permission to enter, worm?

- -Max, go get the door.

Great. They're here.

Hi, guys. How are you?

- Ah, you made it! -Hi!

Oh, I think my legs are petrified.

And if I never see another fast-food place,

I will die a happy soul.

So good to see you guys.

Gabriella, when did you become

one of these depressed, gothic types?

Um, I-I'm not goth, Aunt Belinda.

And I'm not depressed. At least, I wasn't until now.

So what do you think of our new house?

We got a great deal, thanks to your Uncle Bill.

I call first dibs on the bedrooms.

Well, they seem to be doing all right.

They're resilient like their father.

When are the movers getting here?

Oh. A few hours.

Great.

Marsh, sweetie, um,

you're not...

Belinda. Of course not.

I just feel like celebrating, you know?

Being so close to my little sister again.

Okay. I, I'm sorry. I-I just...

Anyway, here.

It's fine. I'm fine.

Good.

I don't think I'm gonna like it here.

This school isn't cheap.

I mean, the only reason your father was willing

to pay for it was because it--

Has the best science engineering program

that South Carolina has to offer. I know.

And you wanna get in to a good pre-med program, don't you?

Well, I guess. But look.

Do you see anyone out there who looks like me at all?

The daughter I knew

used to celebrate being unique.

That's because we used to live in a place

where being unique was celebrated.

I'm willing to bet

that somewhere in this sea of students,

you're gonna find some really cool kids.

And if I don't?

Then you can quit school

and join me in the fun employment line.

Huh! I think I'll take my chances in there. See ya.

Your file says you used to attend

another performing-arts school.

Up near Los Angeles. Um, but I used to study dance.

Oh, dance? You don't strike me as the type.

How long has it been?

Not that long.

Oh, too bad you quit, really,

because we have an outstanding dance program

here at Kensington.

Well, and it probably is for the best, really,

'cause not everyone's built for it, you know?

The competition here is, well, unbeatable, really.

So this is your locker.

Your combination should be on your schedule. Don't lose it.

First period starts in less than five minutes,

so-so don't be late.

Mm-hmm.

"You don't strike me as the type."

Talking to herself on the first day of a new school?

Weird girl.

Not to mention, a unique,

flavorful sense of fashion.

If I didn't know any better, I'd say weird new girl's

just begging to be teased.

Mm-hmm. Begging.

I didn't realize anyone was watching me.

There's always someone watching.

Lucky for you, it was just us.

It just so happens, we like weirdoes.

-Jude Katz. -And I'm Danna.

-What's your name? -I'm Gabby.

Well, Gabby, where you gonna be at in P-1?

She means your first period.

-Oh. - That's what I said.

-English lit. -Ah, Mrs. Taylor.

Come on. We'll show you the way.

-So where are you from? -Los Angeles.

-Oh, cool. -Yeah, I know.

-See you later, girl. -Bye.

You know, there's a lot of vegetation.

This one guy used to eat it. Weird.

All right, girl, you're gonna go down there.

You're gonna take the corner.

It's gonna be the first door

to the next building, all right?

-All right. Thanks. -All right.

-See you later, weird girl. -Bye.

All right. Remember, the book reports are due on Friday.

Uh, make sure you guys read chapters 20 through 26.

-Oh! Sorry. -Ah. I see we have a new face.

Care to introduce yourself, dear?

Hello. I'm Gabriella Colussi, but I go by Gabby.

Well, welcome to the wonderful world of English, Gabriella.

If you love literature half as much as the rest of us,

you're in for a real treat.

Say, you almost crushed my iPod.

Try watching where you put your massive feet.

I said I was sorry.

Those hulking menaces the only travelers you got, colonel?

Hm. No.

All my six-inch heels

are still packed up in boxes.

Guess you're really not one for first impressions, then.

You want a first impression? I got one.

I like my boots.

So what did you do back in LA?

Oh, you know, hang, see movies,

go to concerts.

It always seemed like there was something to do.

-What about you guys? -Uh-uh. Are you kidding me?

-We do nothing. -Jude.

I'd sell my skin to live

in the city of Lashelle Angeles.

That's not true. We do stuff here.

-Hey, Judy. - Uh-uh.

Unless you call PA geeking, stuff.

-I do, actually. -I used to be a huge PA geek.

There's nothing wrong with that. What do you two do, anyway?

Well, Jude here belongs to the music program

and she is wicked good. Think Missy Higgins meets Adele.

Those two are amazing. I'd love to hear you play sometime.

Oh, well, thanks, but I'm no Danna over here.

She's the next Miss So You Think You Can Dance.

Wait. Danna, you dance?

Well, choreography's my first love, but, yeah.

Me, too. Six years of pointe.

-And lyrical, jazz, name it. -Me, too!

Aw, ladies bonding.

Loves it... Yeah. Wait.

I think I'm gonna be sick.

Hey, that girl nearly flattened me behind the door earlier.

-The blonde? -Yeah.

Big surprise.

So who are those girls, anyway?

Mm, they're a trifecta of thoroughbreds

that call themselves The Neapolitans.

Daft chocolate-dip cone on the left, Fallon Franklin.

The strawberry scoop of poop on the right, Mallory Madison.