Odette:
[places a bell on a tree branch]
Jump and ring the bell.
Felicie:
Why?
Odette:
Just do it.
Felicie:
You don't want me to dance?
Odette:
No talking. Jump and ring the bell.
[Felicie obeys]
Odette:
Again.
Felicie:
You said we were going to train.
Odette:
This is it. Again.
[Felicie shrugs, then jumps and rings the bell again]
Odette:
Felicie, you lack precision and finesse. You have little or no sense of rhythm. You're without balance, grace, and charm.
[as she says this, she pours water around Felicie, creating a puddle]
Felicie:
[lightheartedly]
Come on! You can't tell all that from one jump! Can you?
[Odette doesn't answer; Felicie hangs her head in shame]
Felicie:
You can.
Odette:
On the good side, you have the energy of a bullet. But you also have the lightness of a depressed elephant.
Felicie:
[surprised]
Hey! Mérante used exactly the same phrase!
Odette:
After ten years of cleaning, you pick stuff up. Okay, now jump up, ring this bell, land, and do not splash the water.
Felicie:
[looking down at her reflection in the puddle]
That's impossible.
Odette:
[whispers]
I thought it was your dream to dance.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 07:41