PINEAPPLE DANCE STUDIO ROOM 2, LONDON, TUESDAY MORNING
GUS
Leotard clad, sweatband round his head stands conducting a class before a room of disinterested Sonny staff members
Come on guys, and 5,6,7,8...Dawn's casting dancers and we haven't perfected the routine yet
TOM
Can't i just be the token miming rapper at the back??
RAN
Despairing
No, that's my bit
DAWN and HELEN
Enter the room, gripping skinny lattes laughing before staring in amazement as Gus leaps across the room and
splats into the splits
SEZ
Shit Gus your leggings have split mate.
TANYA
wahahahahhhahahahha aww gussy, oh no what's going on?
In a desperate final attempt to win her over FREDRIK, GUY, TONY, STEVIE, MISTER WHITMORE and JUSTIN clumsily climb over up each others heads into a human pyramid.
DAWN
Yes! you've made it boys, Tanya give gus your spare tutu i need a new choreographer
GUS kicks back his head, gets into position and lines up the lads ready for a full hiphop dance session
The rest of the company head back to Wardour street in disappointment.