"That's it!" Carl screamed. "I will not dance where I am not appreciated! Ciao, I'm leaving for real!"
"No!" wailed Andrea. "Now what?" she asked Francine.
"I don't know what to do! All we can do is refund the tickets!"
"I'd rather die!" yelled Andrea. "I'd rather fill the spot with a novice with secret talent than return money!"
"Well then," said Signor Giry. "I suggest you fill the spot with Christopher. He's been taking tutorage."
"Well," said Andrea. "It is better than nothing. Very well, dance of us."
Christopher nervously went to center stage. He got into the first position.
"Remember you
I will remember you
Whatever else that I may do
And I hope that you will
Remember me too"
He looked to Signor Giry for encouragement. He beckoned furiously. Christopher grinned and danced harder. He was as good at the performance.
"And though you leave
And we must part
You always will be in my heart
In my dreams I will always
Remember you
Remember when the rivers ran clean
Remember when the flowers bloom
Remember you, I will remember you
When flowers wilt
When summer fades and dies
And then the winter thrives
Remember you, I will remember you
Whatever you and I may do"
Christopher stopped in the final pose. The applause sounded like thunder. He smiled in happiness.
"Encore, encore!" the crowd cheers. Christopher leaped back into place.
"And though you leave
And we must part
You will always be in my
Heart"