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Interior. Shake It Up, Chicago! studio. Rocky, CeCe, Ty, and Tinka are off-stage. | |
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Ty: | Hey, CeCe! Remember when you wrote that new song, 'Ring Ring'? |
CeCe: | Yeah? |
Tinka: | And I mocked the title? |
Ty: | And you recorded a demo for it? |
CeCe: | Yeah? |
Tinka: | And I laughed at you for wasting your time? |
Ty: | And you sent the demo to Phil? |
CeCe: | Yeah? |
Tinka: | And I wept for Phil's ears. |
Ty: | Well, good news. Phil loves your song, and he wants you to sing it on this week's episode. |
Tinka: | I knew you could do it, I had your back the whole time! (Puts out her hand to high five, but brings it back) |
CeCe: | I can't believe it! |
Rocky: | Well, you better believe it, you are gonna sing on Shake It Up, Chicago! |
CeCe: | This is a dream come true! I'm so excited, I could just scream. In fact, I think I will. Eeeee! |
Rocky: | CeCe, be careful, okay? You don't want anything to happen to your voice. |
CeCe: | (Grabs her throat) You're right. You know what? Until the performance, I'm just not gonna say a word. |
Tinka: | Well, apparently you're not the only one whose dreams have come true! |
Opening sequence. Then: Interior. John Hughes High School. Rocky and Tinka are on the stairs. | |
Rocky: | You're doing a great job not talking, CeCe. Okay, keep it up, I believe in you! |
Tinka: | (Walking down stairs) How long do you give her? |
Rocky: | (Walking down stairs) Another 20 minutes tops. |
Stacy: | (Ripping Harvard stickers off her locker) Oh, no, no, no, why, why! WHY! (Runs away) |
Rocky: | Call me crazy, but I think Stacy Paruso's upset. (Pauses) Wait, did she mistake her white-out for eyeliner again? I'm telling you, that girl needs a new pair of glasses. |
Tinka: | No, something about not getting into her first choice of colleges. Who cares? |
Rocky: | Are you saying she didn't get into Harvard? |
Tinka: | No, Harvard said she didn't get into Harvard. I said that I don't care. |
Rocky: | But, she's valedictiorian and president of every club in the school. She even got a 2500 on her SATs. That's right, they gave her an extra hundred points just for writing her name so beautifully. Tinka, if she didn't make it into Harvard, what chance do I have? What chance? (Shakes Tinka) |
Tinka: | Not as good as her? Ooh, you wanted me to make you feel better. |
Rocky: | It would be nice. |
Tinka: | I'll do you one bet. (Hands a card to Rocky) Here is the number for the schools new peer support hotline I started. |
Rocky: | You started a support hotline? Don't you mean insult hotline? |
Tinka: | No, it's a real support hotline. Because beneath this steely, ice queen exterior, beats the heart of a gushy, squishy ball of sympathetic goo. Who needs stuff on her college application too. (She and Rocky walk away) |
Interior. Jones' apartment. CeCe is reading. Flynn enters. | |
Flynn: | Ladies and gentlemen. Because of her outstanding achievement of forgetting to record her brothers favourite cartoon, the winner of the Butthead Sister Of The Year Award goes to... (Taps the arm of a chair) CeCe Jones. |
CeCe: | (Opens her mouth to speak, but decides against it) |
Flynn: | Ah, nothing to say. Well, that's a first. |
CeCe: | (Looks at Flynn) |
Flynn: | Oh, I get it. You're giving me the silent treatment. Well, joke's on you, 'cause I don't care. |
CeCe: | (Looks at Flynn) |
Flynn: | Okay. (Pauses) Fine, the butthead thing did cross a line. Just, get over it. Okay? |
CeCe: | (Continues reading) |
Flynn: | Look, I'm sorry, alright? You win! Just talk to me. Please? |
CeCe: | (Continues reading) |
Flynn: | Okay, I'm gonna go write an apology poem. (Exits) |
Rocky: | (Enters) Okay, CeCe, I need your advice. |
CeCe: | (Says "Talk now" with her hands) |
Rocky: | Alright, you know how Stacy Paruso didn't get into Harvard, right? |
CeCe: | (Looks at Rocky curiously) |
Rocky: | It's a college. |
CeCe: | (Taps her head) |
Rocky: | Anyway, I got the thinking, on paper Stacy Paruso's flawless, I mean she has a million activities, a million awards, an A+ average, but, she's never been on what? |
CeCe: | (Mimics being on a horse) |
Rocky: | No, not a horse! She's never been on a sports team. |
CeCe: | (Nods in agreement) |
Rocky: | Athletics was missing from her application, and it's missing from mine too. |
CeCe: | (Dances) |
Rocky: | I know! You think dance would count, but it's considered part of the arts. Bottom line, I have to have a sports team. |
CeCe: | (Looks at Rocky disappointingly) |
Rocky: | Yes, I agree with you. It's a lot to take on with all my other extracurricular activities, but don't worry. I'm Rocky Blue, I can handle it. |
CeCe: | (Nods) |
Rocky: | Thank you CeCe. (Hugs CeCe) You know, you are always so good at talking me through my problems. |
Interior. John Hughes High School. CeCe is sitting on a bench. Tinka enters. | |
Tinka: | Hey, CeCe! |
CeCe: | (Waves) |
Tinka: | Still saving your voice, huh? |
CeCe: | (On the Sir Spell-A-Lot) Yes, Tinka. |
Tinka: | So, instead of texting like a normal person, you're using an old Sir Spell-A-Lot toy? |
CeCe: | (On the Sir Spell-A-Lot) Duh! |
Tinka: | (Pauses) Why? |
CeCe: | (On the Sir Spell-A-Lot) It's totes adorbs. |
Tinka: | Well, why don't you go back to talking and let Sir Spell-A-Lot sing on Shake It Up, Chicago! |
CeCe: | (On the Sir Spell-A-Lot) Ouch! (Exits) |
Rocky: | (Enters) |
Tinka: | Oh, Rocky! I need you to do me a favor. |
Rocky: | Well, Tinka, maybe you should have thought of that before being mean to me every day since you moved to this country. (Opens her locker) Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a basketball team to join. |
Tinka: | Hold on there, Stretch. Remember that time when the button on your pants snapped and I sewed it back on for you and you were like, I totally owe you a favor, Tinka! Well, grab a lozenge, honey, because you're about to cough it up. |
Rocky: | Tinka, that was first grade. Okay, what kind of small-pitied, infantile person holds onto debt like that for ten years? |
Tinka: | You're looking at her. (Pauses) Anyway, I need you to help me with my peer support hotline! |
Rocky: | Sorry, but I don't have time to talk about it right now. (Walks away) |
Tinka: | (Pulls Rocky back) When can you talk about it? Tomorrow? |
Rocky: | Tomorrow I'm tutoring Ty in chemistry, and running my Academic Decathlon practice session, I have Recycling Club meeting, and I promised the Theater Department that I'd help paint their set, so, why don't we schedule time to schedule time? |
Tinka: | Are you sure you have time to schedule a time to schedule a time? |
Rocky: | Well, I can squeeze in time to schedule time to schedule time, but now, is not the time to schedule that time. (Exits) |
Interior. John Hughes High School. The basketball team is in the gymnasium. | |
Coach Lesseur: | (Blows whistle) Okay, girls! Who's the worst team in the league? We are. Does our squad need a secret weapon? Does a bear wear fur to bed? Yes we do and yes it does. (Rocky enters) Say hi to our newest player. Probably know her as the girl who's been taller than her teachers since the fourth grade, there's no way to fit all that on a jersey. So, we're just gonna call her Rocky Blue. (Rocky shoots the basketball in the net with one hand) (Team applauds) |
Rocky: | Thank you guys, I'm really excited to be here, and as they say, it's not whether you win or lose, it's whether you're on the team long enough to put it on your transcript. |
Coach Lesseur: | Well, we're really excited to have you on the team. The only thing possibly more exciting would be early retirement, full benefits. Do I digress? You bet I do. (Pauses) Okay, girls, let's do our drills. Rocky, you over here. (Passes blue binder to Rocky) Here's the playbook. Need you to memorize it by tomorrow. |
Rocky: | (Opens binder) You want me to memorize all this? |
Coach Lesseur: | No, no, no, no, no. Just the words. And the diagrams. And the hand signals. And the snack schedule. Oh, and FYI, cocoa is lactose-intolerant. Boy, did we learn that the hard way? You bet we did. (Pauses) Oh, and this is the game schedule. Both home and travel games. |
Rocky: | Wait, we have travel games? Okay, I may be new to the team, but even I know we're not supposed to travel in basketball. (Laughs) Get it, travel? (Continues laughing) Okay, seriously we have away games? |
Coach Lesseur: | Yeah, it's not gonna be a problem, is it? |
Rocky: | Well, yeah. I have a lot going on and... (Pauses) No, no, no, no, no. (Closes binder) I'm Rocky Blue, I can handle it. (Gets hit in the head with a basketball) |
Coach Lesseur: | Are you okay? |
Rocky: | Yeah, I'm fine. |
Coach Lesseur: | Well, are you sure you don't wanna go to the nurse's office? |
Rocky: | Well, it wouldn't be the end of the world to sit down for five minutes before I have to paint the theater sets. (Exits) |
Stacy: | (Enters) Coach, coach. |
Coach Lesseur: | Yeah, Paruso. |
Stacy: | Can I take Rocky's place on the team? I may be too late for Harvard, but I still wanna have a shot at Yale! (Grabs basketball) |
Rocky: | (Enters) On second thought, (Drops binder) I'm good! (Steals ball from Stacy) |
Stacy: | (Exits) |
Interior. Crusty's Pizza. Rocky enters. | |
Rocky: | Hey. Sorry I'm late for decathlon practice. |
Margie: | Oh, no, that's okay. 'Cause obviously, you were busy choosing a beautiful outfit to wear. |
Rocky: | Alright, let's just dig right in. Um, who can tell me the chief exports of Portugal? (Scratches her arm) |
Margie: | Um, I got a better question. Who can tell me if what you got, is contagious. |
Rocky: | They're just stress hives, also known as... (Pauses) Guys? Urticaria. |
Margie: | More like urti-gross-ia. |
Rocky: | Okay. Margie, this is why you're on the Academic Decathlon team. Not the Comedic Decathlon team. |
Ty: | Rocky. You're twenty minutes late. Come on, I need help with chemistry. |
Rocky: | Okay, hold on. (To the Academic Decathlon team) Chief exports, Albania, Portugal, Czech Republic. Go! (Runs over to Ty) Let me see your practice test. (Ty hands her the paper) Uh, right. Wrong. Right. Wrong! Ty, the temperature of which aluminum melts is not really hot. |
Tinka: | Yoo-hoo! Rocky! Tick tock, time to schedule our time. |
Rocky: | I'll be there in a second. (To Ty) Alright, try the ones you missed, I'll be back in a flash. (Runs to Tinka) |
Tinka: | Rocky, what are you doing... |
Rocky: | (Cuts Tinka off) Tinka, you have one minute. Do you really wanna waste that time on insults? |
Tinka: | My insults are never a waste of time. (Pauses) Why are you scratching yourself, do you have fleas? See, that didn't take long. |
Rocky: | I don't have fleas. The only annoying, blood-thirsty parasite bothering me right now is you. |
Tinka: | Just tell me when you can help me work the peer counseling hotline. I was thinking tomorrow from six to ten PM. |
Rocky: | I can't. At six I have Academic Decath... That reminds me. Hold that thought. (Runs to table) Okay, you, the population of Bora Bora, you, the primary religion of Pygmies, and you, the square root of 5476... (Looks at table and sees a man, a woman, and an elderly lady) Sorry, wrong table. You, the stromboli, you the calzone, and you the... applesauce? I don't know, look, I'm trying the best that I can! |
Ty: | Rocky! |
Rocky: | Coming! |
Margie: | Rocky! |
Rocky: | Coming! |
Tinka: | Rocky! |
Rocky: | I was just there, you better wait your turn. Okay, (Runs to Academic Decathlon table) Bora Bora, religion, square root. (Runs to Ty and takes paper) Right, wrong, ooh, so wrong we may need a DNA test to make sure we're actually related. |
Tinka: | Oh, itchy, scratchy hive girl! |
Rocky: | Hold your pushy, grouchy horses! (To Ty) Alright, I'll be back in a minute. |
Ty: | Maybe I should get another tutor. Are you sure you have the time to help me? |
Rocky: | Of course I can, okay, I'm Rocky Blue, I can handle it. (Walks to Tinka) Alright, Tinka, I'm on overload, I can't help you with your little volunteer hotline. |
Tinka: | You know who else didn't want to help me. |
Stacy: | (At table) Why, why! |
Rocky: | See you tomorrow at seven! |
Margie: | Rocky! |
Ty: | Rocky! |
Tinka: | Oh, Rocky! |
Coach Lesseur: | Rocky! You're supposed to be at practice right now. |
Rocky: | Hold on a second, Coach. (To Margie) The population of Bora Bora is 8880, (To Ty) the temperature that aluminum melts is 660 degrees celsius, (To Tinka) and I'll be there at 6:30, not seven. Always have time to help. Bam, that's right. I'm Rocky Blue, and you've all just been handled! (To Coach Lesseur) Lets hit the court, Coach. (Rocky runs up the stairs with the basketball) |
Interior. Jones' apartment. CeCe is eating honey and whipped cream. | |
Flynn: | (Enters waving a white flag) Time come truce! What ya say? |
CeCe: | (Looks at Flynn with her arms crossed) |
Flynn: | That's what I was afraid of. But, I came prepared. (Pulls a poem out of his pocket) Sorry. An epic poem by Flynn Jones. Oh, CeCe, dear CeCe. I'm sorry. I'm sorry I called you a name. Twas I who was the butthead, and now I am filled with shame. |
CeCe: | (Looks at Flynn) |
Flynn: | Nah, nah? (Pauses) No? Okay, I have more. (Reading the poem) Your face has the glow of the sunrise, your hair has the shine of the moon, you're head's not the smallest bit but like, I'm but a thoughtless buffoon. (Laughs) See what I did with the but-butt? |
CeCe: | (Looks at Flynn) |
Flynn: | Alright, I'll keep going. (Pauses, then reads the poem) I'm sorry my sister, my comrade, I'm sorry my sister, my friend. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I beg your forgiveness, the end. (Folds the paper) |
CeCe: | (Looks at Flynn) |
Flynn: | Oh, come on! That was so wrenching! Have you ever heard of turning the other cheek? Well, I have, and I'm turning both of them right now! (Walks away, then turns back around) Okay, fine. You win! I'm gonna go buy you a nice apology gift, and I don't wanna hear one word about it! (Exits) |
CeCe: | (Looks confused) |
Interior. John Hughes High School. Room for Tinka's Teen Counseling Hotline. | |
Tinka: | I assure you, Stacy Paruso, you are not the biggest mess in school. (Rocky enters) Because I am looking at the biggest mess in school right now. Yeah, thanks for calling. |
Rocky: | Alright, Tinka, I'm here. What do you want me to do? |
Tinka: | It's simple, pimple! Just answer the call and stick to the script. (Hands the script to Rocky) |
Rocky: | (Answers the phone) Peer Counseling, we're here to help you help yourself. No, Peer Counselors are not actual counselors, if you have been in an actual crisis, please call a trained professional. How can I help you? |
Ty: | (On phone) Uh, yeah, I'm having a problem with my flaky tutor. |
Rocky: | Wha... Ty? Is that you? Are you calling to complain about me? You got a lot of nerve! |
Ty: | (On phone) Rocky? I mean, wrong number. (Hangs up) |
Tinka: | Okay, let's try that again, and this time, try not to make the caller feel worse. |
Rocky: | (Answers the phone) Peer Counseling, we're here to help you help yourself. No, Peer Counselors are not actual counselors, if you have been in an actual crisis, please call a trained professional. How can I help you? (Tinka exits) |
Caller: | I'm feeling so stressed out. I have homework to do but my favorite TV show is on. |
Rocky: | Yeah, so what exactly is your problem? |
Caller: | I have homework to do, but my favorite TV show is on. |
Rocky: | Really? That's your problem? Wow, you must be totally stressed out! |
Caller: | I'm so glad you understand, my mother said I was just whining. |
Rocky: | Because you are! You think that's real stress? You wanna know what real stress is? Real stress is having to tutor your ungrateful, complaining brother while painting a scenery for a school play that you're never even gonna see, because you're too busy competing in an Academic Decathlon with a grossly under-prepared team. All while reeking of gym socks, because you don't have time to shower after playing a sport that you don't even like! Take that big mess of stressful stew, and add a hefty garnish of tiny, itchy, fireball-like hives, covering you from head to toe, and when I say head to toe, I mean head to toe! (Tinka enters) That, missy, is real stress, but who's here to help me? Kay. When do I get to whine? Where's my stupid hotline, huh, huh? (Caller hangs up) Thanks. For. Calling! |
Tinka: | Uh, Rocky? Maybe helping other people with their problems isn't really your thing. (Starts arguing with Rocky) |
Rocky: | No tinka I can handle it I can handle it! (Tina asks for the 2 boys to take her out of the room) I'm Rocky Blue I can handle it! I'M ROCKY BLUE I CAN HANDLE IT (Exits) |
Interior. Jones' apartment. CeCe is sitting in the kitchen. Rocky enters. | |
Rocky: | CeCe, I'm having a really tough time and I need your help. |
CeCe: | (Nods and picks up her phone) |
Rocky: | No, don't bother texting me. (Grabs CeCe's phone) I kinda accidentally threw my phone against the wall. 10 times. |
CeCe: | (Slowly takes her phone back) |
Rocky: | Look, CeCe, this is serious. My stress hives, are getting stress hives! Okay, look, I guess what I'm trying to say is, I'm Rocky Blue, and I can't handle it! (Slumps on CeCe's shoulder) |
You know what? Forget my song, you're more important. Come sit your butt down, because if I'm gonna talk, you're gonna listen. (Sits on couch with Rocky) I know you've been acting more wackadoodilier than normal to get into Harper University. | |
Rocky: | It's Har-vard. |
CeCe: | What-ev-er. Anyway, here's the thing. You need to quit the basketball team. |
Rocky: | No, I need it on my... |
CeCe: | Shh! No. What you need to do is get a good dermatologist, and to shush. You don't need basketball on your transcript! |
Rocky: | Yes I do if I don't have it... |
CeCe: | Shh! You think Stacy Whatever-her-last-name-is didn't get into Whatever-that-college-is-called because she didn't play a sport? Wrong-o! It's because she bombed her personal interview. That girl is so cold, it gives people an ice cream headache just from talking to her. (Pauses) Plus, she has this tendency to spit a lot when she talks and I think it's because she has a chipped front tooth but considering her dad's a dentist you think he'd... |
Rocky: | Okay, CeCe? You're getting a little off track. |
CeCe: | Sorry. My first time talking in a few days and, I'm a little backed up. Anyway, my point is, you two may be similar on paper but the difference is, you're Rocky Blue. You're the most awesomely warm, kind, and accomplished person I know. And when Harvard meets you, they'll know they'd be lucky to have you. |
Rocky: | I guess I get it, I mean I can't stress myself out trying to figure out what they want. I can only be the best version of me. Thank you CeCe I really appreciate it. |
CeCe: | Well, I'm glad I could help. Now if you'll excuse me, no more talking starting right now. |
Rocky: | Oh, right, 'cause you have to save your voice for tomorrow. |
CeCe: | That, and, because I've never made this much sense before and I have a feeling I might have just peaked. |
Flynn: | (Enters) Alright, this gift is five months worth of allowance. But, you're worth it, because you're my sister, and I love you. (Gives the gift to CeCe) Oh, come on! Just say something, the silent treatment is killing me. |
Rocky: | Flynn, what are you talking about? CeCe's just saving her voice 'cause she has to sing on Shake It Up, Chicago! tomorrow. |
Flynn: | Wait a minute. So you weren't really mad at me? |
CeCe: | (Shakes her head no) |
Flynn: | So I wrote a poem, bought you a gift, and felt guilty all week for nothing? |
CeCe: | (Nods) |
Flynn: | (Grabs the gift) I'm never speaking to you again! (Exits) |
Rocky: | How long do you give him? |
CeCe: | 20 minutes tops. |
Interior. Shake It Up, Chicago! studio. Showtime. | |
Ty: | Welcome to Shake It Up, Chicago! I'm your host, Ty Blue, and to open our show, singing 'Ring Ring', give it up for our very own CeCe Jones! |
CeCe: | ♫ Hey girls, hey girls ♫
♫ Hey girls, hey girls ♫ ♫ Hey girls ♫ ♫ We're rolling out ♫ ♫ There's something in the air ♫ ♫ The world's a disco ball ♫ ♫ The party is everywhere ♫ ♫ Drop the beat down ♫ ♫ 1, 2, 1, 2 ♫ ♫ When the beat drops down ♫ ♫ We drop down too ♫ ♫ Drop the beat down ♫ ♫ 1, 2, 1, 2 ♫ ♫ What it do, what it do ♫ ♫ Ring, ring, calling my girls ♫ ♫ Bring, bringing it to the whole world ♫ ♫ Keep singing it, oooooo ♫ ♫ Step, step it out on the floor ♫ ♫ Right, left, 2, 3, and 4 ♫ ♫ One love, there's room for more ♫ ♫ 'Cause when we get together ♫ ♫ Dancing 'til two thousand and forever ♫ ♫ Ring, ring, calling my girls ♫ ♫ Bring, bringing it to the whole world ♫ ♫ Keep screaming it aaaooohh ♫ ♫ Hey girls, Hey girls ♫ ♫ Drop the beat down ♫ ♫ 1, 2, 1, 2 ♫ ♫ When the beat drops down ♫ ♫ We drop down too ♫ ♫ Drop the beat down ♫ ♫ 1, 2, 1, 2 ♫ ♫ What it do, what it do ♫ ♫ Ring ring, calling my girls ♫ ♫ Bring, bringing it to the whole world ♫ ♫ Keep singing it oooooo ♫ ♫ Hey girls ♫ ♫ Step, step it out on the floor ♫ ♫ Right, left, 2, 3, and 4 ♫ ♫ One love, there's room for more ♫ ♫ 'Cause when we get together ♫ ♫ Dancing 'til two thousand and forever ♫ ♫ Ring, ring, calling my girls ♫ ♫ Bring, bringing it to the whole world ♫ ♫ Keep screaming it aaaoooh ♫ ♫ Hey girls, hey girls ♫ ♫ Hey girls, hey girls ♫ ♫ Hey girls, hey girls ♫ |
Cut to: Interior. Jones' apartment. Rocky and CeCe are watching TV. | |
CeCe: | So, what'd you think of my performance? |
Rocky: | You were amazing, just like I told you the last ten times you made me watch it. |
CeCe: | Let's see if you still think so after number 12! |
Rocky: | Okay, wait... (CeCe turns the TV back on) I'm Rocky Blue, I can handle it. I'm Rocky Blue, I can handle it. |
Interior. Jones' apartment. Flynn and CeCe are on the couch. | |
CeCe: | So then I was so worried that I wouldn't be able to remember the words but then I started sing and the words just flew right out of me! Well, I mean that would be kinda weird they didn't fly out of me, hey words, get back in here I need you for the rest of the song! (Yawns) So anyway, then I started feeling beads of sweat on my lip and hey, do you know why they call them beads of sweat anyway? I mean, it's not like they sweat to make a bead necklace I mean, that would be super cute though because... I just saw this necklace online! And it has matching earrings and... |
Flynn: | Oh, I forgot to tell you! Shake It Up, Chicago! called, and they want you to sing another song next year, and if I were you I'd start saving your voice right now. And keep saving it. (Zips his lips) |
Transcribed by Maddieeliza