Bianca enters. She sees students in body suits with tights and a lone instructor standing with her back to the door. Bianca approaches the instructor.
BIANCA
Mrs. Haley?
MRS. HALEY
You're late.
Bianca stares at Mrs. Haley's roomy hips, wide rear end and little waist. Mrs. Haley hobbles a bit as she turns and faces Bianca with a walking cane.
MRS. HALEY
You Bianca Riley?
BIANCA
Yeah. Professor Ha--
MRS. HALEY
"Yeah"? (taps cane) What I look like to you, girl? One of your weave-wearin' friends?
BIANCA
No. I didn't me--
MRS. HALEY
You will address me as "Yes, ma'am Mrs. Haley". Is that clear?
BIANCA
Yeah.
MRS. HALEY
"Yeah?!"
BIANCA
Yes, ma'am.
MRS. HALEY
Yes, ma'am what?
BIANCA
Yes, ma'am Mrs Haley.
Mrs. Haley looks Bianca up and down.
MRS. HALEY
Who sent you?
BIANCA
Professor Hayes.
MRS. HALEY
Janell. (scoffs, nods) Junk.
Mrs. Haley moves to Bianca's left side with a slight limp. She jabs Bianca's thigh.
MRS. HALEY
Feet together.
Mrs. Haley moves around behind her.
MRS. HALEY
Shoulders back.
Bianca straightens her posture.
MRS. HALEY
Head up.
Mrs. Haley makes her way back to face Bianca.
MRS. HALEY
Your form is terrible. (taps cane) You slouch too much.
Bianca looks down and notices a THICK MEDICAL SOCK on Mrs. Haley's right foot while her other foot is bare in her black ballet slides.
MRS. HALEY
You need to work on your posture.
Mrs. Haley turns her back to Bianca and watches the dancers.
BIANCA
Wait. (sides with her) That's it?
MRS. HALEY
You can go now.
BIANCA
Professor Hays sent me here.
MRS. HALEY
You're not working here.
BIANCA
Come on. I need the credit.
Mrs. Haley turns to Bianca.
MRS. HALEY
If you came down here just to pick up some easy course credit, then you just march your fruity body spray smellin' ass out of this studio. And don't come back.
BIANCA
I'm not leaving until you agree to train me.
MRS. HALEY
Get out of here. You're wasting my time.
Mrs Haley turns her back to Bianca. Bianca turns around and looks at the door. Then she drops her gym bag and goes over to a chair with Mrs. Haley's things on it. She dumps Mrs. Haley's things off of the seat and sits backwards on the chair.
MRS. HALEY
What the hell are you doing?
Bianca starts dancing like a Broadway professional. The other students stop and watch. She slips and stumbles a little bit, but she manages to finish her performance. Mrs. Haley walks away. Bianca follows her.
BIANCA
Will you train me?
Mrs. Haley stops. Bianca confronts her.
BIANCA
Will you teach me? Mrs Haley? (lowers eyes) Ma'am?
Mrs. Haley scoffs.
MRS. HALEY
Tomorrow, 6am sharp. Do not be late.
BIANCA
Yes, ma'am, Mrs Haley.
Mrs. Haley points to the chair with her cane.
MRS. HALEY
Get my things off the floor. (jabs Bianca with cane) Move!
Bianca hurries over to the chair hardly able to contain her excitement.
