Music
Everyone, put on your dancing shoes.
I never thought I'd have a chance to audition for a show in New York.
It's not an audition, it's a contest.
Wait a minute, I just won this online contest.
Hi, I'm Tony from New York.
America's Strip Search.
Everyone, get ready to dance.
Congratulations for being America's hottest stripper.
I have a problem.
Where's your dancing shoes?
Did dog ate them?
Have they heard you sing?
The performance styles could never overdo it.
The minute that you get too big and cheesy, man, you blow it.
I just don't know about this stripper thing.
You're just nervous.
I'll take care of you.
It's almost your turn.
I don't know if this is a good idea.
It'll be great.
Oh, you're serious.
I'm straight.
Too bad.
I was going to offer you some person for dance instruction.
I'm bi.
What's going on?
You haven't told me anything about this show yet.
Troubled in paradise.
I can't really sing.
It just takes finding the right song.
The world needs music.
I'm going to make you my new project.
Really, you don't have to do that.
Why this?
Why now?
Because I don't want to end up being a 40-year-old joke.
Cue in the ooze and ah, the backstage chorus.
It's sure to cure the blood.
Let's hope helping people think actually feels good.
Just because my dreams are dead,
doesn't mean I'm going to turn my back on people living theirs.
And a dead and just in a coma.
You can drop the act, Rita.
What act?
The one when you pretend like nothing bothers you.
All he's into is music and theater and theater and music.
You're into him.
Montan, I mean, there's nothing for you there.
This is where you belong.
Some things are better than a spotlight.
There's not many.
