Cinderela Pop

BASED ON THE NOVEL BY PAULA PIMENTA

DJ CINDERELLA

That's me, living my dream.

To be a successful DJ at a nightclub!

Cíntia, wake up! Wake up, Cíntia!

And this is Patrícia. Once again, messing with my dreams.

Cíntia, wake up!

Sleeping in your parents' party? What will people think?

That you're a fake who's trying to destroy my family's happiness!

That's what I should have said.

But since I had no idea what was going to happen, I said:

You're right, Patrícia, sweetheart, I'll go mingle.

Life in my house was always a party.

Those two are my parents.

So beautiful and loving!

In my family, everyone believed in love.

- Men are a disgrace! - What is it, aunt?

Rafa got jealous because I talked to the waiter!

- Come on! - Except for aunt Helena.

- Is it Rafa who pays my bills? - But isn't it, aunt?

At this stage, it actually is.

But only until I become the star of Brazilian poetry.

- Come on, aunt... - No one's buying my freedom!

You know what? I'll get some juice, because I'm not obligated to anyone!

- Wow, Cíntia! You look beautiful! - Looking like a princess.

And you look like two hags from a horror movie.

I'd love to have said that to Patrícia's hypocrite daughters.

But I said:

You look beautiful, too.

- Sorry! - Sorry!

Look, Rafa! It's a piano piece I want to surprise my parents with.

Is this yours?

- It will spice up the couple's song. - That's the idea, right?

- Do you think they'll like it? - That's cool, Cíntia.

You always do well. Go get them!

Rafa is a piece of work.

He and aunt Helena are a case of opposites that form a perfect pair.

But people say love is like this: When it hits, it hits.

Ouch!

That's me, Freddy Prince.

And now I'm going to tell my version of this party.

Bonjour, beautiful!

Today the Belinha's channel will enter the Dorella family mansion

to see how the rich have fun.

How they dance, how they dress, what they eat!

Let's find out now. Come with me!

All right, Bê. You can't complain about your friend here.

Now let's go back. I have to play.

If I were you, I'd give up on the quartet and focus on my own music.

Classical music only works in Germany.

In Germany and at this party, because they pay well!

The money goes to recording my music, Bê.

- Sell-out! - And there's more!

If I hadn't come, who'd have got you in?

Now you have exclusive content for your half a dozen followers!

One day I'll explode and you'll beg me

to give props to your music on my channel.

I'll think about playing in your little channel, alright?

Keep dreaming!

Before I go play, I'll change the sneakers

because the client demanded dress shoes.

I think they're in my bag. I don't know.

Relax, we got time!

Let's see if we find someone interesting!

- I'm here for work, Bê. - You only think of work!

You stay home all day, writing songs about perfect love.

"Where will my princess be?"

Find a flesh and bones princess to know the real thing.

I see nothing here that fits me, Bê, look at that!

Yeah. It's going to be tough here.

- Sorry! - Sorry!

There, the quartet guys are back. Go play, and I'll film the place.

Is the break over?

What are we jamming now?

I'm jamming you out of here if you don't wear proper shoes.

Come on boy, go! Get them out now.

No, I won't.

You don't own the house. You're an employee.

Right? You stuck-up secretary. You don't write the rules.

And you're also very rude.

I'd have said that if I knew who in fact she was.

- Go, boy! Take them off! - Alright, of course!

I'd better be smart and obey, right?

Exactly. Robson, stand here now.

So...

I left my shoe at home.

We have a problem.

We have a problem? You have a problem.

Look around, my dear. See what's going on?

- It's a party for classy people, get it? - No, I don't.

People like me, classy, fine, elegant.

- Rude? - No, honest.

Which may sound the same, right? Depending on the situation.

And this is your situation:

Get a decent shoe or get out.

Alright, but give me back my sneakers.

Lost your tone, musician? Now you want your sneakers?

Catch! Go get it!

- Oh, my God! Cíntia! - Ouch!

Oh, my God! Are you alright?

- Are you fine? Does it hurt? - No, it's fine.

It was this stupid musician who's wearing this garbage.

- I'm expelling him... - Don't be silly, Patrícia, let him play!

What is the problem?

Annoying girl. How long will I have to put up with her?

Me too, mom! How long? She has everything I don't:

More clothes, more shoes, more bags...

- The only thing I have more than her... - It's envy!

- It's something, right? - Easy! Calm down, momma's cubs.

This game will turn, the story will change.

What story? On Instagram?

What is it, guys? It could be on Facebook!

- I don't know. - Look, it's going to start.

Oh, this is very good!

César!

César!

Come, love.

What got into you?

- Sorry, dad, it was a surprise. - Daughter...

- I thought you'd like it. - That was Beethoven.

- And you messed it up adding... whatever. - Easy, César!

- You've embarrassed me! - Dad!

- Easy! - You nailed it.

She had it coming!

If only I had a powerful father like that...

Do you want the royal life that fool takes for granted?

Do you? Come with me.

No, you stay, I didn't call you. Let's go.

Got it, Graziele? Now go. Go hide.

César!

What a shame!

An important man like you doesn't deserve this.

But I'm here, my love.

I'm here, whatever happens.

- Always here. - I didn't want this party,

- you know it. - I know.

Ana insisted so much!

- I'm not complaining, am I? - No.

I'm not saying: "Ditch your wife, give me a good life, give my girls a dad,

be a man and realize that I'm the one for you, you moron."

Am I saying that?

Of course not, my love, you're an angel. You'd never say that.

Never, your love is enough for me.

Don't mind your dad. You know how he is, don't you?

- Your father is traditional. - He's wrong, Ana. And so are you.

Giving up on your career for this fossil.

- Helena! - He's your dinosaur!

He's my love. Do you know what love is?

For love, you give up on some things.

And, to this day, I don't regret having married César!

César...

Till this day, right?

And that's when I stopped believing in love.

I learned from my mother that we have to look to the future.

Two years after leaving my father's house,

we felt that nothing could limit our dreams.

I'm glad you arrived on time, my love.

I thought you weren't coming.

- Of course I came, mom. - I'll miss you so much!

And, your crazy aunt! After all, I stayed here for a long time.

Two years, right? Two years aren't two days.

I got used to having you here, sis.

It's an unique opportunity, you know?

- I know. - You worked hard for the scholarship.

- Archaeology has always been your passion. - Since childhood!

She dug bones from the garden and said it was a mummy.

Then grandma would say: "This is a chicken bone, you menace!"

Look what a beautiful family I got!

He acts like he's married to me.

What are you saying, my partner?

I'll be fine, mom, I promise.

Go after your dreams and I'll go after mine.

- Studying music in London. - You'll succeed,

- I know you will. - Cíntia will be a star.

- I believe in her future. - Me too.

- Travel safely. - Take care of her.

- Trust me. - Thanks.

- Bye, mom. - Bye, my love. Take care.

- You too. - I love you so much!

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Did you remember Cat?

What cat? There is no cat here! Are you crazy?

The little mouse, girl. You have to feed him.

That Cat? Who would name a mouse "Cat"?

I named it Cat because of the guy who gave it to me.

The guy was a stray.

You and your boyfriends, aunt.

By the way, wasn't it this cat who disappeared?

No! That was Dog.

He gave me this cat.

- Then, in his memory... - You named the cat "Dog".

This one was given to me by an ex

who wasn't worth a rotten tomato. Did I tell you that story?

If the parakeet is called "Chicken", you don't need to tell.

Cíntia, the truth is this:

Animals are noble except for men, they're all strays.

That's why my motto is: Pick them up, but don't cling to them.

That goes for Rafa too.

Hi, love. Did you say something?