And the winners are:
Leading Man/Tap Dancer - Fred Astaire (71%)
Partner - Sid Charise (57%)
Director - Vincente Minelli (42%)
Thank you for voting!
INT. 1930's HOLLYWOOD STUDIO - DAY
With the Orchestra at the ready behind them, the LEADING MAN/TAP DANCER embraces a WOMAN casting for the role of his leading lady.
As the couple tap and glide in perfect harmony, a mischievous gleam in the woman's eye travels to her feet as she begins to disregard the scripted choreography, ad libbing with barrell rolls and bombershays.
Initially, her partner expresses confusion at her unspoken challenge, then gracefully accepts.
As their pace accelerates, the Orchestra follows in tempo to chasse-s, chaine-s, and balance-s, while their heels cluster click, scuff, stubb, twist and thump across the floor; she growing attracted to him, and he to her.
The silence of the entranced CREW is broken with...
As he gropes for his chair,
(to the cameraman)
Tell me you got it!
(smacking on his chewing gum)
Got it, boss.
Simultaneously, the woman sits, lifts her gown, and carefully removes her red-soaked high heels. In her bare, swollen feet she walks gracefully to the director and drops them at his feet. As she turns to leave, the director rushes after her.
Name your price!
The leading man catches up to her, extending his hand.
Shall we dance?
As she accepts his hand, he begins to sing.
Heaven, I'm in heaven
And my heart beats so that I can hardly speak
And I seem to find the happiness I seek
When we're out together dancing cheek to cheek.
When you dance, you're charming and you're
I'm in heaven.
As they kiss, the director shrugs, throws the original script into the air, then winks at the cameraman.
FADE TO BLACK
**written by petra michelle**