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Natalie Primavera
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Mr. Constantine
Break up with bland breakfast and taste AM PM's bacon, egg and cheese biscuit made with cage free eggs, smoked bacon and melty cheese on a buttery biscuit. AM P M. Too much good stuff. 1, 23 table read.
Natalie Primavera
Table read. Pie the Understudy oh that was spy bad? No podcast. And that's where we embrace the imperfection. I totally screwed that up. So sorry.
Mr. Constantine
All right, here we go. Ready?
Natalie Primavera
1, 2, 3 table read the Understudy X out.
Mr. Constantine
Beautiful.
Narrator
Let's rock it. The Understudy written by Jenna S.A.
Fade in. Exterior 15th century town square. Night. A glowing green ancient snow globe sits alone in the dark and inside are two dancer figurines. A hand snatches the glow. It belongs to Mr. Constantine, 30s as an army of skeletons with glowing green eyes approach him. Reveal town square. Skeletons lunge out from doors in darkness. Mr. Constantine does ballet a la second, turns and knocks out two rounds of skeletons with his outstretched foot. He slides on his knees, presenting the globe to a panicked ballerina. She timidly grabs the globe.
A skeleton snatches Constantine, pulling him away.
Natalie Primavera
I wish for things to return as they were.
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Constantine now has skeletons climbing on top of him, burying him. His outstretched arm disappears in the sea of bone. The globe's green glow burns out and the skeletons drop lifeless. Finally, Mr. Constantine bursts out of the bony rubble, stands, taking ballerina's hand. They both turn to face a modern day audience erupts in applause, tossing bouquets of flowers onto the stage. Ballerina turns to Constantine.
Natalie Primavera
I swear I didn't mean any harm.
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A skeleton hand twitches. 4 year old Fritz rushes onto the stage from the audience with a wooden sword. Sword, sword.
Natalie Primavera
I loved all of them.
Narrator
I was giving a little variety. You said you wanted it. A skeleton hand twitches. 4 year old Fritz rushes onto the stage from the audience with a wooden sword, bludgeoning the lifeless pile of bones. Heavy red velvet curtains close. Blackout white screen as opening credits begin, we're bombarded with photo after photo, video after video of Natalie Natalie Primavera's 17 social media pages Natalie is ballet perfection, executing difficult poses with an omnipresent smile. With 985,000 followers, we see her profile picture and Natalie Primavera, Wilburn Arts High School senior aspiring ballerina at Royal Ballet Coffee obsessed Photos of Natalie at school, hair down and casual clothes, posing with her two ballerina best friends, Jasmine, 17, and Zoe, 18, alongside designer cupcakes and mochas. A selfie video of Natalie with a tight bun and fresh makeup focuses on her in front of a poster for Nutcracker auditions Hey guys, it's Natalie here.
Natalie Primavera
About to walk into my very last Nutcracker audition for senior year and I'm hoping this is my year to be the Sugar Plum Fairy.
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Fingers crossed, Natalie blows a kiss to the camera.
Exterior Wilburn Arts High School Day Natalie stands near the front doors of Wilburn High School of the Arts next to Nutcracker auditions poster fluttering in the wind. She tucks away her phone as she notices dark clouds roll in over the school. Natalie pops in earbuds and Tchaikovsky's Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy fills the air. She takes a deep breath and enters through the doors of the school. The wind rips the poster off the door. Interior SCHOOL Hallway Rehearsal Studio Day Natalie walks down an empty hallway and turns on point of her sneakers to a hallway full of dancers stretching and on their phones in various groups. All turn to look at Natalie, including her designer dancewear friends. At the end of the hallway, Jasmine Kern, 17, and twins Zoe and Brock Dennings, 18. Natalie makes her way down the hall when the double doors of the dance studio swing open to reveal Mr. Constantine, mid-40s, the same Romanian man seen holding the green globe, but now a bit older. Thunder claps. Lights flicker on and off. Natalie pauses and the two look at one another. The door shuts with a sign auditions posted on the door. Natalie cracks open the door to investigate, but a messy ponytail obscures her view. It's Ava Ross, 17, a meek girl in schlubby sweats, pushing a large broom in the studio. The two girls suddenly face to face, reeled back from one another. Ava laughs nervously.
Natalie Primavera
Did you need to talk to Mr. Constantine. Where's Mrs. Brewer?
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Ava shrugs.
Natalie Primavera
Oh, good luck today. It's bad luck to wish good luck.
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Some squeals from the hallway pulls Natalie's attention away. Ava's smile drops, continuing to sweep and watch.
Natalie Primavera
Mom, what are you doing here?
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Zoe, Jasmine and other dancers surround Mrs. Primavera, 50s, stylish and elegant woman with a box of pointe shoes.
Natalie Primavera
I brought you a fresh pair just in case. And you left so fast I didn't get to wish you a big pile of shit.
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The dancers excitedly gasp and Natalie shoots her mom a look.
Natalie Primavera
Mirrored, my love. Thanks, Mom. Are you costuming the show again? I wouldn't skip your last year if it was the end of the world, Mom. You can go now.
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As Mrs. Primavera exits, she points to Natalie and places her hand on her heart, mouthing, you are my heart. Natalie repeats the quiet ritual to her mom with a smile. Interior Rehearsal Studio day. Auditioners in pointe shoes and dance attire are seated in cliques as Mr. Constantine and Ms. Miyako and Ms. Lana, 40s-60s ballet mistresses, stand at the front of the studio. Natalie, Jasmine, Zoe and Brock stretch in slow motion, legs pulled over their heads and perfectly lit and as though they're in a dance ad. Zoe kisses her phone.
Natalie Primavera
Did you just kiss your phone? I kissed Timmy three times. And then my wishes come true.
I wish to be Clara. Wanna try?
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Zoe flashes her lock screen a picture of Timothee Chalamet.
Natalie Primavera
I'm good.
Mr. Constantine
What roles are you auditioning for?
Natalie Primavera
Just the Sugar Plum Fairy. Is your bun too tight?
Narrator
What?
Natalie Primavera
If you don't get it, I've got it.
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Ava sits with Kenzie, 17, on the gloomy side of the studio, their eyes fixed on Natalie and her friends.
Natalie Primavera
Look at her. She's like a Bolshoi sleeper agent. Why am I here again? Cause Ms. Miyako said you should audition for the Sugar Plum Fairy. She's like Master Miyagi talent in you. She sees. Wait, that's Yoda. Did you know it's bad luck to wish good luck? Yeah, everybody knows.
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Ms. Miyako eagerly approaches the center of the studio dancers while Mrs.
Natalie Primavera
Brewer is on maternity leave. We're very lucky to have Mr. Constantine.
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Here from the Romanian Ballet to direct this season's Nutcracker. Not to mention he's sadly married. What does a woman need to do to find an elephant eligible?
Mr. Constantine
Bubba.
Natalie Primavera
Bubba.
We're very lucky to have Mr. Constantine.
Narrator
Here from the Romanian Ballet to direct this season's Nutcracker. Not to mention he's sadly married. What does a woman need to do to find an eligible bachelor?
Mr. Constantine
Enough. What enters your mind when you think of the Nutcracker?
Natalie Primavera
Christmas.
Mr. Constantine
Yes. Winter cold. Shrouds of snow.
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Natalie exchanges glances with her friends.
Mr. Constantine
Anyone else?
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Silence. Mr. Konstantin holds up the ancient snow globe containing two dark figures in a frosted forest. He cranks the knob, playing a tinny pas de deux from Tchaikovsky's Nutcracker.
Mr. Constantine
The Nutcracker. A Christmas ballet over a hundred years old, danced by thousands of dancers millions of times. Music reaching billions of years. There is magic in this. Real magic. Is there magic in you?
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Mr. Constantine gingerly places the snow globe on the piano.
Mr. Constantine
Let the auditions begin.
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The front door opens and all dancers turn in unison to look at Grayson, 18, a charming shaggy haired senior. Grayson halts as all the faces are staring at him.
Natalie Primavera
Mr. Garcia?
Mr. Constantine
Yeah, that's me. Grayson. Super chill group here, huh?
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Natalie chuckles.
Mr. Constantine
Prince cavaliers and Sugar plum Fairies stay. Everyone else wait. Out in the hole.
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Dancers file out as Natalie looks around and sees auditioner number one staying put. Natalie shoots her a look. Auditioner number one abruptly gets up and leaves. Natalie notices Jasmine lingering and raises her eyebrows. Jasmine catches Natalie's look.
Natalie Primavera
What are you doing? I'm auditioning. I'll blow my audition if I'm up against my best friend. You'll get Snow Queen. You're perfect for it. I was Snow Queen last year.
Whatever. Fine.
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Jasmine scoffs and exits angrily. Most dancers have left the studio with Natalie, Brock, Grayson and Ava left. Natalie does a double take at Ava.
Mr. Constantine
We audition with pas de deux, the heart of these roles.
Narrator
Wait.
Natalie Primavera
The solo has always been the audition for the Sugar Plum Fairy.
Mr. Constantine
Do you know the pas de deux?
Natalie Primavera
Yes, but I've practiced the solo a million times.
Mr. Constantine
Do you know it?
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Ava nods.
Mr. Constantine
The pas de deux in the other world beyond Clara's household while everyone sleeps ignorant. Ignorant of what exactly? The other world.
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Thunder booms. The lights flicker. Ms. Miyako and Ms. Lana look up at the ceiling. What are you doing?
Mr. Constantine
I'm setting the scene. Let's start with Natalie Primavera and Brock Dennings.
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Natalie pulls on her rehearsal tutu as she walks to her spot on the dance floor with Brock. The pianist starts the music. Natalie and Brock execute the dance with skillful ease. Natalie's turns are in triples. Her extensions reach her ear and with the final lift and drop, Natalie flashes a large smile. Ms. Miyako and Ms. Lana mouth wow. Natalie's smile drops as Mr. Constantine shakes his head.
Mr. Constantine
Ms. Primavera, what was going through your mind while dancing?
Natalie Primavera
Well, I was counting, obviously. And made sure I stayed lifted so that my extension.
Mr. Constantine
Next pair, Ava and Grayson.
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Ava, in a wrinkled wrap skirt, hurries to the floor with Greyson. As Natalie sulkily sits with a frown, the pianist begins. Ava and Grayson dance. Ava's leaps are low, her turns are in singles, and her extensions barely make it past her hip. But there's a clear sadness behind her eyes and her body moves as one with the music. Ms. Lana, Ms. Miyako and Mr. Constantine watch attentively, nodding. Even Natalie is pulled in by Ava's performance. Mr. Constantine smiles large as the dancers finish. He looks at Ava and taps his heart.
Mr. Constantine
Thank you. Goodbye, dancers.
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Ava's eyes widen. Does she have a chance? Natalie's eyes dart.
Natalie Primavera
Wait. Aren't you going to ask her what was in her mind?
Mr. Constantine
I don't have to.
Natalie Primavera
You'll hear the audition results tonight by email.
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Thanks again, Ava, Grayson and Brock head out the door. Ms. Lana, Ms. Miyako and Mr. Constantine rummage through papers together. The pianist coughs and eyes the center of the room where Natalie is planted, arms crossed.
Natalie Primavera
Here we go. You know, Ava Ross has only been dancing for five years. She just got on point.
Narrator
Yeah, she probably shouldn't be on point.
Mr. Constantine
Your technique is excellent. You don't need to put her down to show how good you are.
Natalie Primavera
That's not what I'm doing.
Look, I'm a senior and I've played every role in the Nutcracker except the Sugar Plum Fairy. I know every note of that song. It's not a role for beginners. It's the most advanced role in this.
Mr. Constantine
If ballet is only about technique, it would put audiences to sleep. I want to feel something. This piece is about heartbreak. I want to feel my heart break.
Natalie Primavera
It's a happy ballet. It's about Christmas. Christmas makes people feel happy.
Mr. Constantine
Christmas makes me feel agony.
Narrator
The lights flicker. That's creepy.
Natalie Primavera
It's like I'm teaching in public school again.
Mr. Constantine
Play the piece.
Narrator
The pianist obediently begins playing the pas de deux.
Mr. Constantine
Listen. From the otherworld.
Natalie Primavera
The land of sweets.
Mr. Constantine
Memory is not sweet. It's nostalgic. Gone forever. Don't think about choreography, social media or Chris Hemsworth. Find purpose in it.
Natalie Primavera
Dance is purpose for me.
Mr. Constantine
Listen.
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Natalie closes her eyes. The music seems to grow louder and Natalie's shoulders relax, her head swaying with the notes. Mr. Constantine eyes the globe on the piano and smiles.
Holy.
Mr. Constantine
Yes, holy.
Can you feel all of that and dance at the same time?
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Mr. Constantine? There's over a hundred dancers waiting. Natalie snaps out of it and charges out the Door with a huff.
Interior, School hallway. Day. Natalie closes her dance bag with a furious zip. Jasmine and Zoe stand around her with nervous excitement.
Natalie Primavera
That was beautiful, Nat. You have it for sure. Eva Ross is a core dancer at best. I've seen smaller shoes on clowns.
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Ms. Miyako pops her head out of the door.
Natalie Primavera
Snow Queen's next.
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Ms. Miyako addresses Jasmine.
Natalie Primavera
I'm surprised I didn't see you in there with the Sugar Plum Fairies. Natalie's the Sugar Plum Fairy.
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Jasmine walks in confidently with a group of nervous dancers. Natalie walks down the hall when an eager Ava approaches.
Natalie Primavera
Wow. You made that look so easy. All ballet looks the same when it's done right.
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Exterior, Historic bridge. Sunset. Natalie is lost in her phone, swiping over and over to refresh her email. Sitting on the hood of a car a few feet away, Jasmine, Zoe, and Brock are taking in the view and sipping wine coolers. Whatever role you get is wonderful. Natalie clicks on Ava's Instagram page and pauses on a photo of Ava and Kenzie making goofy faces. Natalie turns her camera on selfie mode and takes a goofy face pic.
Cute selfie. Natalie quickly hides the pic and swings around to see Grayson standing behind her.
Natalie Primavera
What are you doing here? We invited him. Get off your phone, Nat. You're getting the role.
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Interior, rehearsal studio. Evening. Mr. Constantine, Ms. Miyako and Ms. Lana sit in the middle of the floor with audition paperwork laid out everywhere. Ava timidly walks into the room, interrupting the teachers.
Natalie Primavera
Um, Mr. Constantine, I did work study hours for Mrs. Brewer and I was wondering if I could help with anything and collect some hours.
Narrator
Ava, we can't let you in on this end of the process.
Natalie Primavera
Oh, of course. Sorry.
Narrator
Ava starts to turn away.
Mr. Constantine
Ms. Ross, I could use your help for something.
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Interior of Mr. Konstantin's office. Evening. Ava opens a box in a dusky office stacked with boxes.
Mr. Constantine
Books go on the bookshelf. You can leave everything else alone.
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Ava notices the Snow globe on Mr. Constantin's desk. She picks it up, running her finger over the inscription.
Natalie Primavera
Dare to wish. Feel Magic's kiss.
Mr. Constantine
Beautiful, isn't it? It's very old. Must be handled very delicately.
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Ava sets it down. Mr. Constantine turns to leave.
Natalie Primavera
Do I actually have a chance at getting the part?
Mr. Constantine
You have the same chance as Ms. Primavera.
Natalie Primavera
But she's Natalie Primavera.
Mr. Constantine
She's a girl. Trained her best. Just like you, Ms. Ross.
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Exterior, pedestrian overpass. Night. Natalie refreshes her email again.
Mr. Constantine
You ever heard a watched pot never boils?
Natalie Primavera
You ever been kicked in the balls by a ballerina.
Narrator
Oh my God.
Natalie Primavera
Oh my God. It's in.
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It's in. On Natalie's phone, an email pops up from Wilburn High School dance department with the subject line Nutcracker audition results. Interior, Mr. Constantine's office. Night. Ava is slotting books onto the bookshelf when her phone buzzes. Nutcracker audition results. Ava sits down. With a deep breath, she presses the link.
Exterior, pedestrian overpass. Night roll. Sugar Plum Fairy. Natalie exhales with a huge smile.
Interior, Mr. Constantine's office. Night. Ava slams her phone down in disappointment. Her email opened to roll understudy to sugarplum fairy, Ava brushes away a tear. Exterior, pedestrian overpass. Night. Natalie's phone video live stream with Natalie, Zoe Brock and Jasmine Grayson filming.
Natalie Primavera
Hey guys, it's Natalie Primavera. My best friends and I were just enjoying our last summer night out before senior year starts. And voila. We got our audition results for our final nutcracker.
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Interior, Mr. Konstantin's office, night. Eva is watching Natalie's livestream as Mr. Constantine walks in. She quickly sets her phone down.
Mr. Constantine
We're heading home. You danced well, Miss Ross.
Natalie Primavera
Not well enough.
Mr. Constantine
An understudy is an invaluable position and only given to someone we can trust with the role.
Natalie Primavera
I just really wanted that role.
Mr. Constantine
So did Ms. Primavera.
Natalie Primavera
But she always gets the role. She gets everything. Everything always breaks her way. And I just wish I could be like her.
Mr. Constantine
You ever think that Ms. Primavera wishes she could be like you?
Natalie Primavera
No. Why would anyone wish to be me? That's stupid.
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A faint green light seems to twinkle from inside the snow globe sitting on Mr. Constantine's desk. He notices.
Mr. Constantine
See you at rehearsal tomorrow, Ms. Ross. Get some rest.
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Mr. Constantine exits. Ava picks up the snow globe and cranks the knob. The pas de deux variation plays from the globe on Ava's phone. Natalie's livestream plays in the background.
Natalie Primavera
And you're looking at the Snow Queen. Yep, two years in a row. And I'm Clara. I couldn't have done it without my bae, Dominic.
And Brock here is the Russian soloist and I'm the Sugar Plum Fairy. I can't wait to share this journey with all of you from now until opening night. Here's to 1 million followers before first rehearsal tomorrow. Royal Ballet. I'm looking at you.
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Exterior, pedestrian overpass, Night. Natalie is mid penche arabesque pose, the full moon behind her making her a beautiful silhouette. Brock snaps a photo. Natalie lets go of the pose and grabs the phone and frowns.
Natalie Primavera
What do you think of this? I love it. Your lines are perfection. No, but like, what does it make you feel?
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Silence. Natalie steps back and examines the scene.
Natalie Primavera
I got it.
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Natalie climbs on top of the cement railing of the overpass.
Mr. Constantine
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Narrator
Hey, hey.
Mr. Constantine
Is that, like, safe?
Natalie Primavera
It's perfectly safe if you have solid technique. A million people are going to see this photo, and all I want is that when I dance, I want people to feel worried.
Narrator
No magic. Natalie looks up at the stars above her, takes a moment before stretching into the pose again and her foot wobbles slightly underneath her.
Interior Mr. Constantine's office. Night. Ava's on Natalie's Instagram page, scrolling past smile after smile, roll after roll. Ava looks from her phone to the snow globe. She runs her finger over the inscription. Dare to wish Feel. Magic's kiss seems to glisten. She shakes the globe so the snow within swirls sparkling green. Exterior Pedestrian overpass. Night. Natalie is mid pose.
Mr. Constantine
Got it.
Narrator
Natalie's foot slips and she falls over the edge of. Shouts and screams come from her friends.
Interior Mr. Constantine's office. Night. Ava shuts her eyes and takes a deep breath.
Natalie Primavera
I wish I was Natalie Primavera.
Narrator
The snow globe engulfs in black fog in a flash and a green blinding glow illuminates the entire office. Ava gasps as her spirit, a translucent essence of her, puffs off of her body. Exterior Pedestrian over past night. Natalie is falling in slow motion, screaming as Ava's spirit zooms toward her from the night sky. The ground approaches closer and closer. Natalie squeezes her eyes as her spirit exits her body just as Ava's enters it.
Blackout upon hitting the ground.
Interior Mr. Constantine's office. Day POV shot blurry at first. Sunlight through the window. The glowing green snow globe on its side with the inscription Dare to wish. Feel magic's kiss coming into focus.
What the. Where am I? A phone lies on the desk, open to Natalie's Instagram page, the shot of her doing a penche arabesque on the bridge, and a phenomenal photograph.
Note. Ava's body is now inhabited by Natalie and vice versa. Henceforth, Ava and Natalie will be referred to as their soul brain name rather than their body name. Natalie stands, hand on her head and dazed. The door handle jiggles and Natalie tucks under Mr. Constantine's desk. Right before the door opens. Mr. Constantine walks in. Natalie sees his feet planted in front of his desk, picking up the snow globe.
Mr. Constantine
Ah. And so we go again.
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Mr. Constantine sets the globe back down and exits. Interior Rehearsal Studio Day. Natalie walks out of the office and into the rehearsal room, catching her reflection. Natalie halts Rushes back in front of the mirror, face to face with Ava's body. Natalie walks closer and closer to the mirror, mouth agape as she touches her face, her hair breathing heavier.
Mr. Constantine
Ms. Ross, is everything okay?
Narrator
Mr. Constantine is at the corner of the room.
Natalie Primavera
No, no, this is impossible.
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Natalie looks back at the mirror.
Mr. Constantine
It may seem impossible to fill Ms. Primavera's shoes due to her accident, but I think you'll find it in you.
Natalie Primavera
Accident? What accident?
Narrator
The bell rings. The hallway floods with students and Natalie turns back, but Mr. Constantine has vanished.
Mr. Constantine
What?
Narrator
Interior, school hallway day. Natalie stumbles into the hallway filled with students of all different art disciplines. Drama, art, music, dance. Back to school. Artwork decorates the hallway. Natalie spots Zoe, Brock and Jasmine walking together.
Natalie Primavera
Jasmine, Zoey, Brock.
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They continue walking. Natalie runs to catch up to them, reaching for Zoe.
Natalie Primavera
Ugh. Do you mind? I need your help. I'm seriously freaking out here.
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Jasmine flashes Natalie a sympathetic smile.
Natalie Primavera
Oh, hey, it's okay. I'd be panicking too if I were in your shoes.
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Natalie throws her arms around Jasmine in a tight hug. Jasmine shoots Zoe and Brock a WTF?
Natalie Primavera
Look, listen, I'm Natalie, but I know we're gonna fix it. You know how to fix this? We'll go to Mr. Constantine and let him know that we're switching roles. I can be the Sugar Plum Fairy and you can. No, no, no. I'm the Sugar Plum Fairy. Look, nobody expected what happened to Natalie to happen.
Mr. Constantine
I don't know. I honestly saw it coming.
Natalie Primavera
The accident. Okay, what happened? Don't play.
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Jasmine leans in toward Natalie.
Natalie Primavera
Listen. Your palance challenged and as flexible as a petrified fossil. The Sugar Plum Fairy needs to go to someone actually capable of dancing the role. Someone like me.
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Natalie stumbles back away from her friends and into Trevor, 17, a gaunt, undeniably nerdy kid with a viola case. He plants a kiss on Natalie's lips. Natalie slaps him hard. Hey.
Natalie Primavera
Ow. Sorry. I don't know how to congratulate you when it's because of something so terrible.
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Natalie's breathing becomes irregular, her vision blurry and sound muffled. An exit sign illuminates down the hall. Natalie makes a beeline for it.
Natalie Primavera
Cool, cool. We'll talk later.
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Kenzie pops in in front of Natalie.
Natalie Primavera
Ava, are you okay? I just heard. Oh, my God. I'm dead.
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An overhead screen starts playing the abrasive song for morning announcements. And we see Principal Waters. 50s.
Mr. Constantine
Welcome back, all returning and new students. I regret to start the first morning announcement of the school year with some unfortunate news about. About our very own Natalie Primavera.
Natalie Primavera
Oh, I'm actually dead.
Mr. Constantine
The Wilburn arts senior fell 15ft last night and is currently at St. John's Hospital. Our family asked and we're all looking forward to welcoming Natalie back when she recovers. Go wolves.
Natalie Primavera
I'm not dead. I know it's a lot, but you've got this. You're Jody from center stage. Starting from bad feet underdog to badass dancer. This is a great photo though.
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Kenzie holds her phone, showing the moon photo on Natalie's Instagram page.
Natalie Primavera
Aw. Thank you.
St. John Hospital.
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Kenzie looks at her, confused.
Natalie Primavera
I gotta go. What about chemistry?
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Natalie rushes out of the hallway and into interior. HOSPITAL HALLWAY DAY Natalie walks hastily and makes a turn. The sign Intensive Care Unit looms overhead and she stops before the locked double doors, waiting. Then an elderly couple exits and Natalie slips through. Interior ICU nurse station ICU room 202. Day the chart in the door says Primavera Natalie. The curtain is drawn in the room with just a leg and a cast in view. Natalie reaches to pull back the curtain When Nurse Sandy, 30s, pops in front of her family Only step out, please. Natalie backs out of the room, herded away by Nurse Sandy. Mr. Primavera, 50s, walks up in a wrinkled suit, bloodshot eyes, carrying a small coffee cup and spots Natalie. Dad.
Natalie Primavera
Natalie's dad. I need to talk to her. Natalie.
Mr. Constantine
She's still asleep.
Natalie Primavera
Is she gonna be okay?
Mr. Constantine
Yeah. Yeah.
Narrator
Awesome.
Natalie Primavera
Are you drinking vending machine coffee?
Mr. Constantine
Guilty. Don't come closer. My breath will knock you out.
Natalie Primavera
There's a coffee lover's down the block. Want me to get you one?
Narrator
Mr. Primavera studies Natalie.
Mr. Constantine
You're one of Natalie's friends?
Natalie Primavera
Yeah. It's really important that I talk to her. Trust me.
Mr. Constantine
Okay? Yeah.
Narrator
We.
Mr. Constantine
We might be ready for visitors in a few days.
Natalie Primavera
A few days?
Narrator
Okay. Mr. Primavera raises his coffee cup as a by and exits into the room. Natalie follows Nurse Sandy to the nurse's station.
Natalie Primavera
How long is that cast gonna be on her leg? Is it a clean break?
Narrator
I can't answer any of your questions. It's a law called hipaa.
Natalie Primavera
So how long does it take for a broken leg to heal then? Like, generally six to eight weeks. And have you noticed anything weird with her? Like with her head or something?
Narrator
Hypothetically.
Natalie Primavera
If the spirit of Natalie is in someone else, then logically, that someone else's spirit is in Natalie, right?
Narrator
Well, hypothetically. We think in terms of medicine here, like facts. What you're talking about is more like magic.
Natalie Primavera
Like bullshit.
Narrator
Interior Elevator day. Natalie pats her jeans and pulls out a work study form signed by Mr. Constantine and Ava. The screen has a crack and a picture of Ava with Trevor kissing her cheek. Ugh, Gross. Natalie goes to ava's Instagram page. 86 followers. She clicks on a pic of Ava and Kenzie captured audition day. Natalie goes to her own Instagram page and sees that she now has 1.6 million followers.
Natalie Primavera
Oh my gosh.
Narrator
Natalie clicks on the moon photo and scrolls through comment after comment of well wishes. One comment makes her pause. Royal Ballet Fast recovery Natalie, we look forward to your audition here. Natalie's eyes widen and she presses the phone against her heart like a love letter. She sees her reflection in the elevator doors, Ava's face staring back at her. Interior SCHOOL HALLWAY DAY Natalie rushes down the hall to Ava's locker and struggles with the lock, spinning and guessing random digits. After several failed attempts, Natalie pulls on the lock and lets out a frustrated scream.
Ms. Ross, did you lose something? Natalie sees Ms. Miyako stepping toward her cautiously.
Natalie Primavera
My body.
Narrator
Well, that sounds like a conversation for your therapist. You're late for rehearsal. This is a really bad first impression you're making.
Natalie Primavera
Kind of going through a life crisis.
Narrator
Hey, show a little compassion.
Natalie Primavera
I think maybe Natalie is having a.
Narrator
Worse day than you today. I vouched for you, so let's go.
Natalie Primavera
You vouched for Ava?
Narrator
Why? Don't make me regret it.
Interior Rehearsal Studio Day. Natalie enters the studio already full of dancers lining the walls, stretching, taking selfies, putting on pointe shoes. In the middle of the studio, Zoe dances the Clara solo with Kenzie dancing simultaneously in the back, a place designated for the understudy. Fritz, a nine year old Romanian boy, grabs the imaginary doll from Zoe and smashes it to the ground. Zoe and Kenzie put on their best surprise faces. Awful father.
Natalie Primavera
We need to do it again.
Mr. Constantine
Fritz, be nice.
Natalie Primavera
That's your son and his name is Fritz.
Mr. Constantine
I have many children, but this is the one I prefer most places.
Narrator
Fritz joins the other party children, but they all move away from him. He eyes them and takes one step closer and they all take one step away.
Mr. Constantine
Don't mind them, Fritz. They will all be dead one day.
Narrator
The children look at him, dumbfounded.
Mr. Constantine
Oh, my apologies. I meant to say that in Romanian.
Again.
Narrator
Bean Ross, 8, a precocious punk in a leotardin skirt, grabs Natalie on the arm.
Natalie Primavera
Ow. Do you mind? Where were you last night? Mom is freaking out and you're so grounded.
Narrator
Natalie dodges Bean. Bean crosses her arms, shaking her head.
Natalie Primavera
You have 10 minutes, Ms. Ross.
Narrator
Natalie spots her former friends Jasmine, Zoe, and Brock and starts to head toward them when Ava.
Natalie Primavera
Hey, over here.
Narrator
Kenzie enthusiastically waves, standing in the corner with Theo, 18, slightly portly male dancer wearing a rainbow bandana. Natalie reluctantly makes her way over.
Natalie Primavera
Hey, Kenzie. And. And Theo. Right? What were we up to last night? Ouija boards? Weird witchy spells.
Mr. Constantine
I thought you were doing a work study for Mr. Constantine last night.
Narrator
Ms. Miyako tosses her hands up to say, what's the hold up? Interior, locker room. Day. Natalie is dressed in Ava's dance clothes. Her tights have runs and her wrap skirt is a wrinkled mess. Natalie pulls out Ava's pointe shoes. They look disgusting. Interior, Rehearsal Studio. Day. The pianist is playing the pas de deux as Natalie and Grayson dance. After the second rotation in Natalie's pirouette, her ankle wobbles and she stumbles out of the turn.
Mr. Constantine
Keep going.
Narrator
Greyson and Natalie continue. Natalie struggles with every extension, lift and turn. Grayson supports her, eyeing her with concern. Finally, Natalie's ankle gives out again and she lands flat on her bottom. Dancers sitting along the wall giggle.
Mr. Constantine
You danced this beautifully at the edition yesterday.
Natalie Primavera
Sure, if having a weak core and no flexibility is beautiful. And who approved pointe shoes for these angles? Not to mention these shoes are dead.
Narrator
Somebody learned to be a diva pretty fast.
Mr. Constantine
In my office, Ms. Russ.
Narrator
Interior, Mr. Constantine's office. Daniel. Natalie follows Mr. Constantine into the office and leans against his desk with the glowing globe sitting on the edge.
Mr. Constantine
I know you're upset, but sometimes things happen for a reason.
Natalie Primavera
What things? Do you know what's happened with me last night?
Mr. Constantine
You were sitting there upset to be cast as the understudy, wishing you could be Natalie Primavera. And here you are.
Narrator
Here who is?
Mr. Constantine
The Sugar Plum Fairy. Miss Ross.
Natalie Primavera
That's it. I need to find some crystals to touch or a well to throw some cash in, because nobody has any answers for me. Especially you. And why would they? It's literally psychotic. I've gone completely insane.
Narrator
Natalie throws her hands in the air, swiping the globe, making it fly. Mr. Constantine dives for it and catches it before it can hit the ground.
Mr. Constantine
You have to be more careful, Ms. Primavera.
Natalie Primavera
I knew it. Nice gaslighting, by the way. Fix it. Fix it right now.
Mr. Constantine
It takes two to pas de deux.
Natalie Primavera
What?
Mr. Constantine
Last night, Eva wished to be you. And you wished to be.
Natalie Primavera
I would never. I wasn't even here.
Mr. Constantine
The magic transcends space, Ms. Primavera. I don't know how, but I do know to change places. It would have taken both of you. Was there no moment last night?
Narrator
When you.
Natalie Primavera
I'm telling you, I would never wish to be Ava.
Mr. Constantine
Okay. Wish to go back.
Narrator
Mr. Constantine hands Natalie the snow globe and exits. Left alone in the office, she studies the globe.
Natalie Primavera
Dare to wish. Feel magic's kiss.
Okay. I wish that I was.
Narrator
Suddenly, Natalie hears commotion and opens her eyes and sees Mrs. Primavera in the studio.
Natalie Primavera
Mom.
Narrator
Interior rehearsal studio continuous. Mrs. Primavera looks as though she's been crying, but has a smile on her face. Everyone huddles around her and Jasmine gives her a large hug.
Natalie Primavera
I just wanted to stop by and give you all an update on Natalie.
She hasn't woken up yet, but they're done with the testing and she's going to be okay.
Narrator
Dancers exhale with relief. Jasmine and Zoe hug each other. Natalie steps out into the studio.
Natalie Primavera
But the specialist told us that she.
Narrator
Shattered her right hip and.
Natalie Primavera
She won't be able to dance again.
Narrator
Natalie's face falls. Mrs. Primavera continues talking, but it's muffled. Everything around Natalie turns white. Natalie snaps out of it. Sight and sound are back to normal. Dancers murmuring and comforting Mrs. Primavera. Natalie looks at the snow globe in her hand and races out of the studio, unnoticed by all but Mr. Constantine. Interior, school hallway continuous. Mr. Constantine exits the studio and follows Natalie, storming down the hall with the snow globe in her hand.
Natalie Primavera
I wish my body was healed and I was back in it.
Narrator
The snow globe continues glowing unchanged.
Mr. Constantine
This isn't a lamp or monkey paw. You can't go back in time.
Narrator
Natalie notices Mr. Constantine behind her.
Natalie Primavera
But I'm the Sugar Plum Fairy.
Narrator
Natalie stares at the globe with dismay.
Mr. Constantine
Ava is the Sugar Plum Fairy. You're in a hospital bed. There's an opportunity to learn from Ava. And when you wake up.
Natalie Primavera
What opportunity? Wait to fulfill my destiny as the Sugar Plum Fairy.
Mr. Constantine
Well, the show is three months away. I should warn you, there are consequences in staying in too long. The magic becomes unstable one more time, just for some. Bleh.
Well, the show is in three months. What the.
It's in three months. Okay.
Uh. Well, the show is three months away. I should warn you, there are consequences in staying in too long. The magic becomes unstable.
Narrator
The lights flicker on and off. Natalie notices, concerned momentarily before looking back at the snow globe.
Natalie Primavera
As soon as Ava wakes up, I'll switch back. If I can get this body's Sugar Plum ready, I can recover from a broken hip.
Narrator
Natalie lingers on the glowing globe for a moment before handing it back to Mr. Constantine. He takes it cautiously.
Mr. Constantine
Ms. Primavera.
Natalie Primavera
Be careful, Mr. Constantine. I've survived high school I got this.
Narrator
Interior Artistic Dancewear Day. A pile of pointe shoes, rehearsal tutu and dance attire land on the cashier's counter. Ava's phone lights up. Mom calling. Natalie swipes to ignore. Whoa.
Natalie Primavera
You get robbed or something?
Narrator
Sorry.
Natalie Primavera
Something like that. That'll be.
$1,416.25.
Yikes. Guess it's the beginning of the season, right?
Narrator
Right.
Natalie rummages through Ava's bag and pulls out a credit card from her wallet, handing it to the cashier with a smile.
Exterior Primavera McMansion Day. Natalie stands outside of her beautiful house, the Uber driving away and her pastel car parked out in front. Natalie turns the doorknob but doesn't push it open. Instead. Instead, she carefully releases the knob and knocks. A moment later, Mrs. Primavera answers the door, hair in a messy bun and a measuring tape in her hands. Hi.
Natalie Primavera
Can I help you? Oh, I thought you'd be at the hospital. Are you one of Natalie's friends? Yes, I'm the understudy. I mean Ava. You're not the understudy anymore. Come in, come in.
Narrator
Interior Primavera McMansion Day. A Labradoodle cliche runs up to greet Natalie.
Natalie Primavera
Cliche how are you, girl?
Narrator
Natalie kneels and lets the dog tackle and slobber all over her. Mrs. Primavera smiles.
Natalie Primavera
Have you been here before?
Once. You weren't here. And animals love me. Animals love Natalie, too. I am sorry. My head is in a million places. Why are you here again? Oh.
I wanted to decorate Natalie's hospital room with some of her things so she feels at home when she wakes up. Wow. That is so sweet. I didn't know that you and Nat were so close.
Narrator
Natalie swallows and nods. Natalie's BEDROOM Continuous Natalie walks into her bedroom. It's like out of a magazine. King size bed in the middle of the room, vanity mirror with a vast makeup collection displayed. A ballet bar installed with a large hanging mirror. Natalie runs her hand over the bar, her makeup, and plops down on her bed. Cliche jumps on her lap to cuddle. Natalie spots a framed photo collage titled Nutcracker. A photo of young Natalie, captioned baby mouse, age 5, followed by portraits of her as all the other nutcrackers rolls with a single empty frame labeled Sugar Plum Fairy. Natalie pulls a duffel bag out of the closet, a Royal Ballet keychain hooked to the zipper, and collects a stuffed animal, a sweatshirt, a family photo. Natalie opens a drawer and sees a packet labeled Royal Ballet Audition Packet. Natalie shoves the packet into Ava's bag Along with a few makeup pieces. Mrs. Primavera's office day. Natalie creeps to the doorway and her mother is busy at her sewing machine putting together tutus.
Natalie Primavera
You're costuming the show? I costume it every year. I thought with Natalie out, it's what Nat would want.
Narrator
Natalie frowns, watching her mom momentarily before exiting. Exterior Apartment building. Dusk. Natalie climbs out of an Uber, looks at an apartment complex.
Natalie Primavera
Hi, I'm Ava Ross. And I'm poor.
Narrator
Interior, Ava's living room. Night. Natalie enters cautiously.
Natalie Primavera
Um, hello.
Narrator
Ms. Ross, 50s, emerges near, running. She sees Natalie and gives her a large hug.
Natalie Primavera
Where the hell have you been? Uh, did you hear? I'm the sugar plum berry. I know. What horrible news. I can't imagine what her mother is going through. What's all this? Just some stuff for the role. Why didn't you call?
Narrator
Oh, it broke. Natalie shows Ms. Ross the cracked screen.
Natalie Primavera
You can't stay out without my explicit permission, you hear? Were you with Trevor? I know I said I was okay with you two having sex, but I'm not. Stop. I fell asleep at school. Can we talk tomorrow? I just. I need to be alone to process right now.
Narrator
Just like Natalie rushes down the hall. Ava's bedroom Night. There are two beds in the room. One with a cartoon character comforter and the other with a plain purple comforter. Natalie sits on the bed with the purple comforter. A Harvard University flag hangs over the bed.
Natalie Primavera
Pull yourself together, Natalie. Get in character.
Narrator
Who is Ava Ross? Natalie pulls out Ava's phone and opens up Ava's Instagram page. It has about 10 posts. One with Ava and Trevor licking ice cream from the same cone.
Natalie Primavera
Okay, I have horrible taste in guys and mom that's way too involved in all of that.
Narrator
The Harvard flag catches her eye.
Natalie Primavera
I want to go to Harvard. Weird. And I'm poor and share a room with the little kid.
Narrator
Natalie spots a pink diary sitting on the floor.
Natalie Primavera
Of course, all losers have diaries.
Narrator
Natalie picks up the diary and begins reading. It's in kids handwriting. Found condom wrapper in Ava's drawer. Mom texted dad yesterday. We need to talk.
Natalie Primavera
What are you doing?
Narrator
Natalie looks up to see Bean standing at the door.
Natalie Primavera
You baby mouse. Right? Yeah. So? I didn't want to be a party girl anyway. You're too sloppy for a party girl.
Narrator
Bean takes her pink diary back.
Natalie Primavera
Rude. I'm going to find out what's up with you. Okay, Nancy Drew, get out.
Narrator
Natalie shoves Bean out of the room and shuts the door. Bean bangs on the other side of the door.
Natalie Primavera
Mom, Ava left me out again.
Narrator
Natalie looks at herself in the mirror, Ava's reflection, and takes a deep breath.
Natalie Primavera
Let's get your ass in shape.
Narrator
End of Episode one.
What do you think makes the perfect snack? Hmm, it's gotta be when I'm really.
Mr. Constantine
Craving it and it's convenient.
Natalie Primavera
Could you be more specific? When it's cravenient. Okay, like a freshly baked cookie made with real butter, available right down the street at am, pm. Or a savory breakfast sandwich I can grab in just a second at a.m. pM. I'm seeing a pattern here.
Mr. Constantine
Well, yeah, we're talking about what I.
Natalie Primavera
Crave, which is anything from am, pm.
Mr. Constantine
What more could you want? Stop by AMPM where the snacks and drinks are perfectly craveable and convenient. That's cravenience am, pm Too much good stuff.
Podcast: Table Read | Produced by: Manifest Media | Writers: Jenna S.A.
Date: December 9, 2025
Format: Performed script with full sound design, cast by Hollywood actors
Episode Runtime: ~48 minutes (excluding ads and non-content)
“The Understudy – Act One” offers a vibrant, cinematic audio adaptation of a contemporary coming-of-age drama. Set against the tense backdrop of a high school ballet production of The Nutcracker, it follows Natalie Primavera, a near-perfect senior ballerina vying for the lead “Sugar Plum Fairy” role—until supernatural wish-fulfillment lands her on the sidelines, trapped in another’s body. Magic, ambition, and vulnerability collide as Natalie (and her rival, Ava Ross) are forced to literally walk in each other's shoes, navigating friendships, family, and the demanding world of performance.
[01:20–03:00]
[03:01–04:24]
[04:30–16:17]
[12:29–15:27]
[17:19–19:53]
[21:30–24:12]
[24:12–29:05]
[42:16–47:55]
“If ballet is only about technique, it would put audiences to sleep. I want to feel something.”
— Mr. Constantine, [14:18]
“Christmas makes people feel agony.”
— Mr. Constantine, [14:33], giving depth to the Nutcracker’s subtext
“I wish I was Natalie Primavera.”
— Ava, [23:15], the pivotal, magical catalyst
“Pull yourself together, Natalie. Get in character.”
— Natalie (in Ava’s body), [46:22], showing the struggle of self-understanding
“Let’s get your ass in shape.”
— Natalie, final resolve, [47:52]
“It takes two to pas de deux.”
— Mr. Constantine, [37:50], referencing the duality and cooperation at the heart of the story's magic
Act One builds a compelling, high-stakes blend of magical realism and teen drama, tackling themes of rivalry, self-perception, class, and artistry through the lens of ballet’s intense world. The supernatural twist—a body swap fuelled by longing and envy—sets up a tantalizing exploration of identity and empathy for the remainder of the story, while the audio format delivers an immersive, cinematic experience “for your ears.”