Degrassi: Next Class

Ladies and gentlemen...

Ladies and gentlemen...

Ladies and gentlemen...

Ladies and gentlemen...

- - Ow!

Welcome to Degrassi's 60th Anniversary Gala.

I'm Zoë Rivas, and I'll be your host for this evening's showcase,

along with my handsome sidekick...

- - Uh, Winston?

I thought we talked about your little crush.

We can't let it interfere with the show.

Well, I guess you'll just have to kiss me. You know, diffuse the situation.

- - Oh, what's that gonna do?

It has to be a real kiss.

And then we kiss for real, the crowd goes wild, I make a joke

about your terrible breath, and the show begins!

Uh, next audition up is Esme Song.

Save yourself the trouble. The part's basically mine.

And you are?

Zoë Rivas, the girl who just nailed that audition.

Are you joking?

You looked like you'd rather walk on a bed of nails

than kiss Winnie the Chu.

All that matters is that Winston bought it,

which he did.

He's had the hots for me since, like, forever.

Forever was a long time ago.

Eyes up here, Zoë.

I can't really blame you. They are beautiful.

- Esme, are you ready? - May the best girl win.

Don't worry. She will.

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- Hey. - Hey.

So, Tristan thought that for the anniversary gala

I could arrange and perform a new version of the school song with Peter.

- Like, that mentor guy from your co-op? - Yeah, he used to go here.

- Uh, so instead of us, your actual band? - Well, that's what I said,

- but if you hear me out... - Okay.

What if our band performed with his band?

Hmm. Two generations of Degrassi bands. It could be cool.

I guess I could learn to get along with a couple more people.

- - Great, because I already told him yes.

- Oh, okay. - Everyone's gonna go bananas.

You know,

it takes real courage to dress like you're actively trying to repel male attention.

- - What did you just say to me?

I... I mean, it's commendable that you let your wardrobe tell everybody,

"I've got extreme damage."

- -

You've got three seconds before I remove your face from your head.

- Three... - You should probably run.

Two...

Never too short to be an idiot.

- Hmm. - What?

Well...

you know, the black on black on black is kind of terrifying.

- "Terrifying"? - Whatever, whatever.

I think it's cool that you don't care about looking attractive to guys.

And on the plus side, you're always ready for a funeral.

- Mmm, true. -

Frankie's not racist, she's just white.

- There. No more olives for my boo. - Mmm.

Mmm.

Swipe. Swipe.

Dude, stop comparing every girl to Maya.

Whoa, here's a familiar face.

- I love that pic of me. - Why are you on Teendr?

- Uh, because it's fun? - But you're dating me.

I just use it to flirt with guys until they buy me pizza.

- Wait, that's actually a thing? - Uh, yeah.

Guys are dumb. They'll buy you anything if you ask right.

So another guy bought you this?

How does it feel to have another dude's pizza in your mouth?

- -

This is against the relationship rules. You gotta delete the app.

Why are you making such a big deal out of this?

I'm not interested in other guys, just pizza.

But pizza is never just pizza.

- - You know what? Enjoy your olives.

What do you know about this Esme girl?

Nothing good. Why?

She was messing with me at the auditions, I think.

How?

- You believe I want to kiss guys, right? - Uh, next question.

I only liked Grace because I thought she liked me back.

So you're suffering from fatally low self-esteem?

Yeah, being gay is way better than that.

It's time I focused on non-romance-y things,

like landing this part and kicking butt at the gala.

- I want to do something I'm good at. -

And there's Winston's email now.

"Dear Auditionee, we regret to inform you that..."

I didn't get a callback.

I hear the knitting club is accepting new members.

Are you okay, Lo? You're not... talking.

When you're dating someone,

should you delete certain apps because your boyfriend wants you to?

- What? No way. - Definitely no.

Good. Then I'm keeping Teendr.

- Oh, Teendr? I change my answer. - Ooh. Me, too.

But I'm not doing anything wrong.

It's a dating app, and you're already dating someone.

So why do you actually want to keep it?

Can't I just want it without interior motives?

I think you mean "ulterior" motives.

Yes! You get it! Can this be a Feminist Club protest?

While I support your right to choose, even when it comes to apps,

this is a bit more nuanced.

Are you sure you don't just like it for the flirting?

I just like knowing that there are other guys out there.

What? Why?

In case things don't work out, duh.

Okay, it's your choice, but I get why Tiny's upset.

- Me, too. - So now you're on his side?

Maybe I should get relationship advice from girls who've, you know,

actually been in one.

Why didn't you give me a callback? Tell me, I can handle it.

- You weren't that funny? - Then write better jokes.

Plus, we don't have any believable on-stage chemistry.

That's ridiculous.

You've wanted a piece of this action since day one.

What?

Maybe forever ago, but... that's not even a thing anymore.

To host this thing, we need someone who can make the audience...

fall in love with them. Someone who's...

- magnetic. - I'm not magnetic?

Not like Esme is.

What did she do that I didn't?

She popped on stage.

She totally sold the whole sexual tension bit...

and you didn't.

Sorry.

Peter's already taught me so much at my internship.

Arranging a song with him is going to be un-freaking-real.

Do you think it's weird that I'm wearing black all the time?

I don't know. It's your style.

But do you think it pushes people away?

Oh, my God, is there a boy?

No. I just wonder if I'm missing out on experiences

because people assume things about me.

- Is this about what that dumb guy said? - And the fact that you and Jonah agreed

that I'm always ready for a funeral, or whatever.

Oh, I'm sorry, Grace. I didn't mean...

But maybe you're right.

I don't want people to not talk to me or...

think about me certain ways just because of how I look.

So there is a boy?

- - Okay, okay.

Well...

I mean, clothes definitely send a message, and to some, yours may say...

"Go away."

But, I mean, you're happy with who you are, right?

- Right. -

- I need to ask you something. - I have a test to cram for.

Wow!

So your reputation is totally accurate.

Show me how you auditioned.

Oh, don't be mad. We did say, "Let the best girl win."

Just show me.

Ladies and gentlemen, Degrassians and Degrassiettes,

I'm Esme Song and...

I can't convince you of my theatrical genius

if you don't look at me.

I thought we talked about this little crush.

Blah, blah, and then you say...

"You'll just have to kiss me."

Say it.

Uh... then you'll just have to kiss me.

And then you say...

It has to be a real kiss.

And that's when I pull you in close and then...

Whoa!

If you kissed Winston like that in the audition,

you would've gotten the part, for sure.

I have to go.

Hey, guys.

Whoa!

Come on, Tiny. We've got math.

Hold... Hold on, did you have a mental breakdown or something?

I... I think what Tiny means is... question mark?

- Go to hell. - Wait, are you seriously mad?

- Look, I'm sorry for laughing, dude. - Apology not accepted.

Look, I know we haven't talked much since I...

Cheated on Maya?

Look, if this is the new you... that's cool.

But the old you was awesome, too.

I'm not mad at you.

I'm mad at me, and I'm mad that I'm mad about it.

I think you just Inception- ed me.

I've just worked so hard not to let other people get to me about this stuff.

So... you're mad at yourself for caring what other people think?

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