Ballerina - Episode 1
by Lily Catalina
Can we go over the plan again?
Yes, but we have to be fast.
Let’s go to your dressing room before anyone sees us talking.
My love, nobody’s going suspect us.
I’m the stage manager, I’m the first person they’d suspect.
Don’t snap at me.
You’re right, I’m sorry. I’m just nervous.
All that matters is that we get this right.
Okay, here’s the plan:
Tomorrow night, before the start of the third act.
I’ll go under the stage and loosen the floorboard where you’ve marked.
Are you sure you put the tape on the right spot?
I’ve rehearsed the same steps as Anastasia every day for the last 6 months.
I’m sure.
Then when Anastasia does the flying pirouette…
She’ll land on the mark where the board is loose.
She’ll fall, probably breaking her ankle.
And then the understudy — that’s you my love — will take her place.
You’ll save the third act.
Become Juilliard’s hero. You’ll have your revenge.
The word revenge gives me pause.
What’s wrong?
Are we sure Anastasia deserves it?
Nadia, she put laxatives in your smoothie.
On the first day of auditions.
When you were the favorite for the lead role.
I’m risking everything to help you.
Because I’m the only one who truly cares.
Of course. You’re right.
I just needed to be sure.
This will be a Swan Lake to remember.
All of New York City will be talking about it.
I can’t wait until tomorrow night.
Make sure you get plenty of sleep.
Good night, my love.
Good night, my princess.
Anton leaves my dressing room.
I think about how long I’ve been using Anton.
And how I don’t really love him.
I know it’s wrong.
But sometimes you have to be a little ruthless to get what you want.
Later that night
My phone pings with a text.
It’s Vincent, our Program Director.
Strange. He’s never texted me.
Are you awake, dear?
Yes, just about to climb into bed.
Make sure you get a good night’s sleep.
We may need you tomorrow night.
Anastasia’s looked amazing.
She hasn’t missed a single step in 6 months of dancing.
I know, but sometimes, I think she might be too perfect.
A bit doll-like.
You have a fire in you.
Your technique isn’t as polished as Anastasia's.
You’re more raw.
But your passion is unmatched.
My heart flutters.
Vincent has never spoken to me this way.
I admire him so much, but I never thought he appreciated me.
Nadia, are you there?
I just don’t know what to say.
You don’t have to say anything.
Just know that you’re special.
And make sure you’re ready tomorrow night.
I may have a little surprise planned.
I’m gonna sleep on it, and I’ll let you know tomorrow, okay?
Don’t freak out if I throw you a little curve ball.
I won’t.
Thanks for the heads up!
Good night, Nadia.
The next night
I’m backstage in the same costume as Anastasia.
Waiting for my moment.
I watch Anastasia dance the first act.
I know I’m just as good.
But still, I’ve never seen anyone dance like this before.
She finishes, and skips offstage.
As she passes, Anastasia smiles at me.
It makes my blood boil.
I open my phone and text Anton.
I can’t wait to see the look on Anastasia’s face when I take her place in the third act.
There’s a problem.
What is it?
The door to go under the stage is locked.
I forgot the key in my office.
Where is it?
It should be in my desk drawer.
But I can’t leave my place.
I need to change the set.
I’ll bring the key to you.
I go to Anton’s office during intermission.
I see Vincent speaking to Anastasia backstage.
Her arms are crossed.
I think she’s crying.
Vincent touches her arm reassuringly.
Anastasia nods.
But I can’t hear what Vincent said.
Vincent starts to turn around so I dart around a corner.
I go into Anton’s office.
I open his desk drawer and see a key.
I send Anton a picture.
This one?
Yes!
I grab the key.
I find Anton, pass him the key, and return to my place backstage.
Anastasia dances the second act.
She is perfect.
It’s almost time.
My heart pounds.
My neck hair stands on end.
I jump when Vincent comes from behind and touches my shoulder.
Remember when I said I had a surprise?
I can barely breathe as I reply.
Yes?
You’re going to dance the third act.
What?!
I already spoke to Anastasia.
I told her the same things I told you last night.
She’s upset.
But she respects my wishes.
Oh my God.
I know I can do this, but are you sure?
I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life!
I always wanted you to have the lead.
But you got sick and fell behind.
I want you to dance like you’ve never danced before.
Give them your fire.
And prove that I’m right about you.
I—
Vincent kisses me.
The deep soulful kiss of someone who cares about me.
My face is flush with color.
As the second act ends, my heart beats out of my chest.
Vincent leaves.
I quickly text Anton.
Don’t do it!
I’m dancing the third act!
Vincent put me in Anastasia’s place!
3 dots appear as Anton types.
The stage lights darken.
I don’t have time to wait for his reply.
But I know he’s seen the message.
I dance the third act of Swan Lake.
I’m not perfect like Anastasia.
But I bring my fire.
I pause for the orchestra to queue me up for the pirouette.
I catch a glimpse of Anton offstage.
He’s looking at me.
His eyes are hard.
He slowly turns his head…
And I follow his gaze.
To Vincent.
My eyes dart back to Anton.
Anton turns back to look at me.
And he smiles.
A dark, cold smile.
The orchestra cues me.
I do my run-up.
I leap in the air and spin.
It’s then that I realize…
Anton did see my text.
But he also saw Vincent kiss me.
And didn’t fix the loose floorboard.
It’s too late.
I’m spinning in the air.
I nail the flying pirouette.
But I land the only place where my foot can land.
I try to land softly.
But the board collapses.
I feel my ankle snap.
I hear the crowd gasp.
And then I scream.
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