[Superbus' "Invincible and Reckless"]
SINGER: ♪♪ I am under your spell ♪♪
♪♪ But I'm okay ♪♪
♪♪ You dance it so well ♪♪
♪♪ Don't go away ♪♪
♪♪ I-I'm under your spell ♪♪
♪♪ But I'm okay ♪♪
♪♪ It's magical, physical ♪♪
♪♪ Never gonna give up now ♪♪
♪♪ Invincible, invincible ♪♪
♪♪ And reckless symphony ♪♪
♪♪ I'm under your spell ♪♪
♪♪ But I'm okay ♪♪
♪♪ You dance it so well ♪♪
♪♪ Don't go away ♪♪
♪♪ I-I'm under your spell ♪♪
♪♪ But I'm okay ♪♪
♪♪ It's magical ♪♪
[thunder rumbles]
[tense dramatic music]
♪♪ ♪♪
CECE: What is happening right now?
LOLA: Run and don't look back.
♪♪ ♪♪
CECE: What is that? What do we do?
LOLA: Just keep going.
- You better tell me who you are
and what's going on right now.
- In a nutshell, we know who you are.
And it's a pleasure to meet you, by the way.
- What are you talking about?
♪♪ ♪♪
[both scream]
[whimpering]
LOLA: Okay. On the count of three, run.
One, two, three!
♪♪ ♪♪
CECE: Okay, I know.
I wouldn't have believed it either,
but this actually happened.
I'm Cece Parker Jones,
and this has been the craziest day of my life.
[DuoSync Music's "For Your Love"]
♪♪ ♪♪
Good morning, VidTik fam, and welcome to day one
at the Paris Opera Ballet School.
I can't believe I'm actually here.
♪♪ ♪♪
JACK: Hey, girl, I'm Jack.
- Hey. Cece.
- Oh, I know who you are. I follow your VidTik.
Your hip-hop is epic.
- Thank you.
- Where are you from?
- I'm from Boston. What about you?
- I'm from Toronto.
Studied in London for a couple of years,
then got scouted for Paris last year.
- Nice.
- So you ready to crush the day?
- Totally.
- Don't worry. We've got this.
SINGER: ♪♪ Workin' day and night to show you ♪♪
♪♪ ♪♪
♪♪ For your love, for your love ♪♪
- Hey, new girl. I'm Finn.
SIMONE: Hi, Finn. - I recognize you
from your socials. Simone, right?
Welcome to the brand-new and improved
Paris Opera Ballet School.
- [squeals, giggles]
FINN: You are adorbs.
I have something for you.
- If you don't mind, I'm in a rush.
- I do actually mind.
- Hi, Mia. Laminate much over the summer?
- I know you're joking, Finn,
but my lamination system is highly successful.
So yes, I did.
FINN: Fascinating.
Here. There's one for each of you.
- Simone! - Cece!
I'm so happy to see you! - Me too.
- I made you a bracelet.
I know it's super nerdy, but I'm so nervous.
And when I'm nervous, I craft. I can't help it.
- Oh, thank you.
- How do you two know each other?
- We've been videochatting all summer.
- Well, while you were videochatting,
I was rehearsing.
That's what separates the dilettantes from the pros.
- People, we've gotta get to the studio in 30 minutes.
Get changed and don't be late.
- Are you guys as nervous as I am?
- Hey, we've got this.
I mean, I know I do. And for sure you do,
if your vids are any indication.
- Oh, thanks.
But this is ballet.
- Let's walk. Mr. Castillo will lose it
if we're late.
- Excuse me.
This program is cutthroat.
Trust me, I've been here since I was eight.
[sighs] You better bring it.
You newbies have a lot to prove.
♪♪ ♪♪
[mellow music]
PERSON: Hi.
♪♪ ♪♪
CECE: Whoa. - Whoa. [chuckles]
CECE: This is totally amazing.
♪♪ ♪♪
- Aren't there only supposed to be 16 of us?
- [sighs] I was just thinking the same thing.
- Whoa, you are very cute.
- That was out loud.
- That's Benoit.
He's my super-annoying roommate.
- And super rude. - [chuckles]
PERSON: Oh. - Good morning, everyone.
Good morning.
[light tense music]
For those of you that don't know me,
I am Mr. Castillo, the director of the school.
Welcome.
Welcome to Paris Opera Ballet School.
- This is the best day of my life.
- However, we have an unprecedented situation.
There's been some sort of... [chuckles]
Administrative error.
There are supposed to be 16 students in this class,
yet there are 26 of you.
- Wow. That is one giant mistake.
- And you are?
- Cece Parker Jones.
Oh, sorry. My bad.
I didn't know about the whole fancy curtsy thing, milord.
- In the future, if you have one,
it's Mr. Castillo.
Now, we have debated for hours over how to solve this.
This is not ideal,
but it is the only solution that is fair.
You will all reaudition for your place
at the Paris Opera Ballet School.
- What? No. - What?
[all speaking at once] - Okay, settle down.
Settle down now, please.
I'm sorry.
I'm terribly sorry for this mistake.
But it's the only way.
Now, first rounds of auditions will start tomorrow.
- Like, tomorrow? As in the day after today?
- Yes. That tomorrow.
And you'll be wearing pointe shoes.
- Oh. I prefer to dance barefoot.
Keeps me connected to the earth.
- Well, if you want to stay connected to this school,
you'll be on pointe like every other dancer
fighting for their place.
And you'll all be dancing the same piece.
It is a rep piece,
so you'll already know the choreography.
The opening of Don Quixote.
I'll be looking for technique over anything else.
Okay? Good luck.
[tense music]
♪♪ ♪♪
- [humming]
[animals chattering]
♪♪ ♪♪
[sniffs]
Oh.
[lively piano music playing]
♪♪ ♪♪
[water trickles]
CECE: There's no way I can do this.
How am I supposed to learn
the opening of Don Quixote
in, like, five seconds?
- Come on. Everyone knows it. It's a rep piece.
To be fair, that's why he chose it.
Follow me.
And five, six, seven, eight.
Piqué arabesque.
Beats on pas de chat. Jack: What was that?
- I don't know what she's doing here.
[indistinct chatter]
- Okay, um, what's with all the flicks?
- [sighs] My dance academy was
more of a freestyle type of place.
Miss Arlene, she didn't really focus on technique.
We were taught to develop our own...flair.
- Whoa. Flair? - Yeah.
You know, to express ourselves?
- Yeah, that's the opposite to how this school works.
- Okay. Yikes.
That was, um...horrific.
But we're gonna help you.
Let's hydrate and wipe that from our memory.
We'll go through the choreo from the top.
You're just adding a bunch of bits and pieces
that don't belong.
And gotta wear pointes.
BENOIT: If anyone's getting cut, it's her.
- Obviously.
She looks like a lost...alpaca?
- [snorts]
[bass-heavy electronic music]
♪♪ ♪♪
- [humming]
[shop bell dings]
Uh-oh.
Uh...
♪♪ ♪♪
CECE: What if I can't?
- Oh.
♪♪ ♪♪
CECE: Ginger!
There you are. I'm doomed, Aunt Ginger.
This school is super technical and I'm way behind.
And there are double the amount of students--
some stupid administrative error or something.
So we have to reaudition. I'm going to get sent home.
GINGER: Okay, take a breath, honey.
You must be the virtual bestie IRL.
[chuckles] - Nice to meet you.
- So what happened?
- Tell her, Simone.
SIMONE: Okay. Cece's an amazing dancer.
But at the Paris Opera Ballet School,
they're, like, obsessed with technique.
I learnt it at my old school,
but Cece apparently learned-- - How to emote.
And that's all.
I'm not even sure my feet will fit
back into those pointes.
We only had to use them back home
if we were feeling it.
But it's, like, all the time here.
All the time.
They're going to send me home.
- Okay. Uh, okay.
I can handle this. [chuckles]
Let me get some supplies from upstairs.
[chuckles] We'll figure this out.
- Great. I'll just roll around in a bunch of essential oils.
That'll solve everything.
This is a chocolate emergency.
And I know for a fact that Ginger hides chocolate
all over this place. Come on.
[sly music]
- Wow.
Can't believe your mum owns W Apothecary.
Like, all of them?
CECE: Yeah. She started the first one in our basement.
And now they're all over the world.
She runs the one in Boston and Ginger runs this one.
SIMONE: Love this place.
I can't believe I'm in the back of a W Apothecary.
Do you have any idea how cool this is?
Like, this is where the magic happens.
Oh, I love this hand cream.
♪♪ ♪♪
CECE: "If you want to set her free,
you will bring her enemy."
♪♪ ♪♪
[gasps]
SIMONE: What's that?
- Just some W recipes, I guess.
"Love Potion Number Three, Abundant Spell,
"Money Spell,
Fix a Broken Heart Spell." - [chuckles]
- "Beauty Spell.
"Rose-colored Glasses Spell,
truth serum." SIMONE: Oh, there it is!
Truth serum? We have to try this.
- It's just, like, a bath mix or something.
They all have weird names
with little sayings on the package.
It's nothing.
- [scoffs] This is a pretty fancy setup
for just bath salts.
Just read the little saying.
- Fine.
"Lie no more for truth be told,
words will spill where truth is owed."
Tell me something.
- I love W.
- Yeah. But we know that already.
- How many boys have you kissed?
- Not telling.
See? I didn't tell you the truth.
Told you. It's just W stuff.
- Well, maybe you have to drink it.
- Only if you do first.
- No. [giggles]
CECE: Come on. [both giggling]
- Ooh, ooh, ooh.
- Oh.
- Ooh.
- Sorry, Aunt Ginger.
We were just messing around.
I wanted to prove to Simone
that the truth serum isn't real.
- You always were such a nosy child.
And...definitely not ready
for the Paris Opera Ballet School.
[gasps]
Sure, you have real talent.
But that flower child dance teacher
with the banana-colored hair... [chuckles]
Wasn't exactly Paris Opera Ballet-level training.
And that is the truth.
[gasps]
[clears throat]
So are you ready?
No. No, no, no.
But your mother wouldn't listen.
But when has your mother ever listened?
Am I right?
I am so glad I never had kids.
You're fine.
But most kids really get on my last nerve.
- Very funny.
Why do you call your W recipe book
The Book of Jones?
- Mm. That's because...
it's the book of family spells,
passed down from generation to generation.
We're witches.
- [chuckles] - We call ourselves wizens.
- You're telling me you're a witch?
- Mm, not just me.
Mm. Your gran, great-gran, all the aunts,
your mom, you.
- Come on.
GINGER: Your mom cast a spell to get you
into the Paris Opera Ballet School.
Mm, something administrative. You know, just a nudge.
- Didn't Armando call it that? - Whoa.
- We put a protection spell on you when you were five,
when you burnt down the school
using nothing but your mind,
so that you would never know who you really are.
That you are the most powerful wizen in the world.
And that you're also...ooh. Mm.
CECE: Also what? [shop bell dings]
GINGER: Mm-mm. Mm-mm.
Mm-mm, mm-mm. CECE: Ginger. Also what?
GINGER: Mm-mm. Mm-mm. CECE: Also what?
[Ginger squeaks]
ADRIAN: Hi. I'm Adrian.
- I don't like those pants.
- [scoffs] - Aunt Ginger.
ADRIAN: I have other pants.
I really need a job.
Sign says you're hiring?
- It does? ADRIAN: Yeah, it does.
♪♪ ♪♪
- [moans]
You can't pull off that hat.
Mm-mm. - Ginger.
What is wrong with you?
[Ginger whines]
East, west, fire and ice.
Don't say anything if it isn't nice.
Hmm.
♪♪ ♪♪
- Okay, as incredible
as this whole situation is,
we have an audition tomorrow.
And I need to get back to the school for dinner.
Walk me out?
[shop bell dings] ADRIAN: Bye.
There's your sign.
- What just happened?
- I know. He's super cute.
- No! I mean about your aunt
and all that stuff about wizens.
- She's joking.
Hello, it's called truth serum.
She's just playing around.
I come from a family of pranksters.
My dad, especially.
- But what if you really are a witch?
- I wish.
Then I could cast a spell to master
this Paris Opera Ballet School technique.
- [laughs]
[sly music]
♪♪ ♪♪
- I'm telling you, it's her.
- This is so exciting.
The wise one is in Paris,
right in front of our eyes.
Yes.
[mellow music]
GINGER: So, Cece, you ready for the audition?
CECE: What if I don't make the cut?
I can't imagine having come all this way
and having to go back home.
I know I'm good enough.
I just need some time to learn the technique.
I know I can do this.
- Of course you can, sweetheart.
Give me your water bottle.
♪♪ ♪♪
[whispering] If your activities today do stink,
let those who judge you see through pink.
♪♪ ♪♪
Honey, I've got the most calming,
yet rejuvenating concoction for you.
It'll really help you get through the day.
- Thanks, Aunt Ginger.
I have to go.
- [sighs]
[car honks]
[lively piano music playing]
♪♪ ♪♪
[music ends]
- Nice. Nice. Thank you.
Thank you.
Okay. Next group, please.
[clears throat]
[music begins]
♪♪ ♪♪
GINGER: If your activities today do stink,
let those who judge you see through pink.
♪♪ ♪♪
[dramatic music swells]
♪♪ ♪♪
[music ends]
Good. Good.
Thank you. [clears throat]
Next group, please.
Finn, Jack, and Benoit, and Louis.
Oh, must have blown a fuse.
I'll--I'll be right back. Excuse me.
[tense music]
AMY: So sorry about this. I'll take my hand away,
but you have to promise you'll be quiet, okay?
- What the--who are you? - Oh, no.
Can't have that, now can we? Promise me?
I'm Amy. This is Lola.
- We don't have time. They're coming.
We have to run. - Run from what?
That!
CECE: Whoa.
[wind whooshing]
LOLA: Let's go!
CECE: Wait. I can't run in these.
- Remove those dance shoes from her feet.
Give her sneakers to make her flee.
♪♪ ♪♪
- How did you do that?
- Not the time.
♪♪ ♪♪
On the count of three, run.
One, two, three!
BOTH: Cece, run!
[eerie music]
♪♪ ♪♪
Is it gone?
AMY: We need to get out of here.
- What was that? AMY: We don't have time.
- Someone tell me what that was.
- Let's go while we still can.
♪♪ ♪♪
[whooshes]
[dramatic music]
♪♪ ♪♪