Star Dancer

Hi, babe!

Babe!

Someone might come in.

No one's coming.

They're all in the studio. It's just us left.

I don't wanna be late.

Princess must be waiting for me.

Maybe later, okay?

Odessa.

- I. Men - Maggots

Miss Dela Cruz.

Can I have a word with you?

You shouldn't have bothered coming to class.

I can't just go home, ma'am.

I can still dance.

Your doctor said even if you undergo therapy,

you wouldn't be able to dance ballet anymore.

That's not true, ma'am. I can dance.

There's nothing for you here.

Maybe ballet isn't for you.

You may go.

II. Drama on the Deck

This is your room.

Thank you.

Hello, my child.

- Hello, mom? - I've been calling you.

Sorry I missed your call. I was at rehearsals.

You're always at rehearsals whenever I call.

They're teaching us really challenging steps now, mom.

Poor thing.

Just hang in there not everyone's lucky to get a scholarship like you did.

I'm sorry but I already spent my whole month's stipend.

I'll make it up to you.

Don't worry.

When you graduate and get regular at the ballet company,

you'll be able send more often.

Yes, mom.

Just remember, your siblings and I--

we're all very proud of you.

You'll be first to graduate in the family.

And a ballerina, imagine that.

Okay, mom. All right.

I love you.

I love you, mom.

I'll talk to you later.

Okay. Love you.

How sweet!

Sorry, sorry.

Doray.

- Odessa. - Kits.

Want some?

- Go on. - Get one.

Are you sure?

Yeah.

Thanks.

Can I stay here?

Sure. The top bunk's free, too, but there's fine

Are you a student?

I used to be.

Are you from Fatima?

No, I'm from Sicat School of Ballet.

Wow!

It's my first time meeting a ballerina.

A former ballerina, you mean.

Why? What happened?

Injury. ACL.

But you can still walk, right?

I couldn't for months.

So I spent some time away for recovery.

That's not fair.

They're ruthless.

It's nothing like that.

They paid for my treatment anyway.

You've been doing ballet since you were a kid?

Poor you.

What's your plan now?

I should probably look for a job.

Do you know a job I could get into?

She's perfect for Lakeside.

How old are you?

Nineteen.

See? We can take her.

Not everyone gets in, dumbass.

Pretty and sexy doesn't always cut it.

Look at her. She's so shy.

Whatever, I'm sure she's fine.

Besides, Mother Queen said we need new girls.

Let's her try then.

You can come with us later if you want.

All right.

Where?

We're dancers, too.

Not ballet, though.

Hey, Errol. What's up?

Jan! Hi!

The guest last night was crazy.

Really?

The tip was insane!

Hey, come here.

That’s Sonny. Bouncer.

Our all-around bro.

Hello, sir.

That's Cheche. He's our DJ.

- Yo, new recruit? - Hi.

She's our roommate.

Come on. Let's go to the dressing room.

Hey, look at this music.

Where did you buy that?

This is our dressing room.

Hi, girls!

This is our friend… Odessa.

- Hi. - Hi.

Let's look for Mama Queenie.

She's not in. It's just Prince.

Ah, you'd better just watch us outside later.

You can sit there.

If you're not doing anything, you can wait for us.

Okay.

You can do your makeup, too, if you like.

I'll lend you my lipstick, hang on.

Girl, your blush-on will look good on her.

You're right.

Do you know how to?

Just do your make-up while we get dressed up.

Okay.

And that was the ravaging Rochelle!

And now, your 2-in-1 double fantasy, Ichi and Kichi!

I didn't order, mister.

- It's from Boss Prince. - Prince?

That's him. He's the son of the owner.

Let's go!

Next!

You earned all that tonight?

Yep.

Wow, that's a lot.

That's like worth my whole month's stipend.

For sure. Our job isn't easy.

So, Bacsilog?

Damnit, sure. But I'm getting so fat.

Oh, please. You deserve to eat!

- Come on. - That sounds good. Bacsilog!

Wanna come with us, Prince?

I know what you're up to.

You just want me to treat you.

- That's not true. - These girls are stingy, I'm telling you.

By the way, this is Odessa.

Yeah, we met each other earlier.

She wanted to audition but Mama Queenie isn't here.

Well, I’m here so there shouldn't be a problem.

Is that okay?

Sure, sir.

We'll see you at home.

Bye!

Wait, I didn't prepare any music.

That's okay. Leave it to me.

Okay?

You ready?

Okay.

Stop!

Stop!

Okay.

Thank you.

That's it?

You're pretty.

The prettiest face in the club, to be honest.

But I don't think dancing is for you.

It doesn't suit you.

There's other ways you can entertain our customers.

Take your clothes off.

Just try it.

Okay?

Ready?

Are you okay?

It was so embarrassing!

I told you.

I'm sure it wasn't so bad, babe.

At least you tried.

I can't believe he told me I'm not meant to dance?

What does he know about dancing?

Don't listen to him!

But see,

Mama Queenie will like you more if Prince hypes you up.

He might be right, though.

I can just look for an evening job.

So I can still go to my classes in the morning.

You still wanna go to school?

I need to.

So I can look for a job that pays me as much as you're getting paid.

We're not going to dance there forever.

Imagine what my future husband would say.

Please. You don't even have a boyfriend!

So mean!

I'm patiently waiting for sir Prince.

Kidding!

I really thought you'd be a shoo in.

Because you seem like Prince's type.

Looks like he just wants to touch your boobs.

I'm gonna go back

Whoa!

A fighter.