NOTES ON THE LAST DANCE: This is a very heavy "ep" of Popular. Therefore, it'll have a harder rating than the others.
The way this is set up is thus: In watching Popular, you might notice that there's a short beginning part and around 4-5 longer parts after the Kendall Payne song introduction that make up the show (between the commercials.) The Last Dance's "short beginning part" will be called the prologue, and appears as four acts (chapters/sections/whatever.) Also, the acts may be longer than the normal 43-47 minute long length of the actual show. Despite this being in its loose script format, I prefer to call this legitimate fan fiction, esp. since it may never see the light of screentime. Thanks for the interest and please email me with any thoughts or criticism.
The order of my fic is thus: April's Fool, Cruel Intentions, The Truth is Out...There, Coup, The Last Dance. Please start reading from the beginning.
NOTE: Upon finishing this, I realized that I had to cut Act Four into two parts (it's just space consideration, not action-involved). Take note that lots of the events happen within a very little amount of time. This one's long, people.
THE LAST DANCE: PROLOGUE
SLOW CUT between the faces of the main characters...
WB VOICE OVER
Tonight, the kids of Kennedy High face
something that they never thought
could happen to them...
SLOW CUT between the panicked faces of some of the students ducking...
WB VOICE OVER
...as they fear for themselves -- and
their loved ones...
SLOW CLIP of a shot of Harrison in a tux, seemingly in a busy hospital and panicking...
WB VOICE OVER
...when life and death touches home
for all of them.
SLOW CLIP of Harrison crying/DISSOLVE TO SLOW CLIP of a corsage falling to the floor...
WB VOICE OVER
And now, an all new Popular...
INT. FERRARA HOME - CARMEN'S ROOM - DAY
CARMEN FERRARA sits on a stool as she plays the guitar and sings a beautiful version of Tori Amos's "Crucify".
My heart is simply in...my heart is
simply in...chaaaaaaaaaains, uh oh oh...
chaaaaaaaaains, uh oh oh --
Oh Carmen -- I have to stop you. It's
MARY CHERRY sits on Carmen's bed. Both girls look very Woodstock.
Thanks, Mary Cherry. You know, I
never thought I'd say this, but...I'm
glad we're friends. I mean...you are
the only one who kinda understands
how I feel right now.
Oh, don't mention it, Carmine. Your
musical homage to Miss Tori Amos is just
the thing I needed to lift myself out of the
grand funk that Bring It! whore Nicole
Julian railroaded us into!
Tell me about it. You know Brooke --
is livid. She told me that she was offered
'skin care consultant' for the pep squad, but
she turned her down.
Good for Brookie!
I swear to the Lord and Savior, I will GET
that power trippin' Winona if it's the last thing
(huffs, tunes her guitar)
Sheeyeah, right. And exactly how, Mary
Cherry? She cut the Glamazons, she cut
a whole handful of clubs that kids used to
participate in to make them feel good about
themselves -- and don't forget, she's class
president. She practically owns the school
She pauses as Mary Cherry looks deep in thought.
There's really nothing we can --
(holds up her hand)
Carmen Ferrara -- being with you has just
brought the shine back into the lone star of
my heavy Texas heart. I don't know why I didn't
think of this before!
What do you mean?
Put on your asbestos suit, girlfriend. The
only way to put out a wildfire...
MARY CHERRY (cont'd)
...is to create an even bigger one.
Carmen looks at her nervously...
INT. KENNEDY HIGH - HALLWAY - THE NEXT DAY
NICOLE JULIAN, head held high, struts down the hall, looking quite respectful in her power outfit. She walks into
where she goes to the mirror to touch up her lips. All of a sudden she's stricken by a change --
ALL of the photos on the Novak's walls have been replaced by photos of MARY CHERRY. The Novak even has some gaudy trim running along its mouldings, and the whole place looks much more pink and very..."cherry".
MARY CHERRY and CARMEN walk into The Novak.
Nice practical joke, wannabes. Where're
the hidden cameras?
Oh no, it's no joke, Cleopatra. These walls
reflect what's dutifully mine...and Carmen's,
What the hell are you talking about?
Carmen -- tell the lil' bitter gal what she's won --
or lost, as the case may be.
You are looking at the new...owner of
Nicole looks stunned for a moment, but laughs.
I'm sorry, did I miss something? Because
last I checked Kennedy was a public school.
Mary Cherry rips out a long legal document and shoves it in Nicole's face.
Not anymore it is! Yeah, you see, Nic...because a large
part of the Kennedy High campus encroaches upon
private property, the owners of such had the option
to lease it to this fine city for their educational institution.
Of course...if someone with a nice coffer of cold
hard cash came along, they could just -- well hell,
they could just buy that lil' lease up, couldn't they,
Nicole's expression fades, but she hands back the document and straightens her back.
So you own the place, big deal. I still have my
power and position as class president.
Mary Cherry whips out another legal document and shoves it in Nicole's face.
Wrong again, missy dismissy! Take a good look at yer
It's a sworn affadavit from one ex-Vice President,
Augustus Latrine to one Calvin Krupps. He
confessed to everything.
Including your rather generous personal donations to
help yourself destroy half the school.
Ha -- not generous enough!
(pauses, rips the paper back)
Your cute little 'trust fund' is a pathetic penny compared
to the cookie jar in my backyard.
That little gimp --
FYI, don't bother lookin' fer him because --
(gasps, smiles at Carmen)
-- well, he all of a sudden fell face first into
a truckload of thousand dollar bills!
I wonder how that happened.
Last either of us heard he was receiving the
best medical care and full body massages
from the world's top physical therapists at
an exclusive Swiss healing spa.
Isn't it nice to know that my purchasin' this
godfersaken school has brought such
happiness to at least one student who has
rolled through these halls?
Carmen nods as Nicole looks like she could cry, but holds everything back.
Aw, now now lil' demon. No need t'turn on
the waterworks. There'll still be room for you
n' yer pep squad...though it might be hard to
do anythin' without yer Madonna hand-me-downs,
who, all of a sudden found the allure of lifetime
all-expense paid cruises and shoppin' sprees around
the world so much more palatable than...dancin'
at high school football games.
She and Carmen laugh and turn to leave.
Yeah, hi, one question, Leona --
The girls stop without turning.
-- who's replacing me as class president?
Mary Cherry grins widely.
We thought you'd never ask.
INT. KENNEDY HIGH - HALLWAY
CLOSE UP of SAM McPHERSON'S face as she looks utterly aghast.
Oh...my GOD. It's -- it's not
possible! Harrison is the new
SAM, BROOKE McQUEEN, LILY ESPOSITO, and JOSH FORD stand at Sam's locker in shock. Cue "Hail to the Chief" as we SWING TO
MARY CHERRY and CARMEN escorting an Armani-clad HARRISON JOHN down the hall -- he looks very proud, very JFK as he waves to the students.
See you at Glamazon practice, Brookie!
The troupe's mouths collectively drop as they walk by...