Cassie:
(Spoken) I can't get a job zach… God, you sound like all my friends – my fans. Acting like I'm a star and don't know it – when the truth is I never even came close and nobody has the guts to tell me. Well, it would be nice to be a star… But I'm not, I'm a dancer.

(Singing)
Give me somebody to dance for,
Give me somebody to show.
Let me wake up in the morning to find
I have somewhere exciting to go.

Zach:
So, you're going through a slow period, it happens to everyone. Something will happen.

Cassie:
That's what I kept telling myself in california, and I kept telling myself that and telling myself that… Well… Nothing will happen. I can't act.

Zach:
What?

Cassie:
I can't act. And there I am in california supposed to be this actress. Well, it didn't take me long to find out I can't act… Didn't take hollywood very long either.

Zach:
You didn't work out there?

Cassie:
Oh, sure… A rotten part in a so-so film – part ended up getting cut, thank god – I was a go-go dancer in a tv movie of the week. Let's see – oh, yeah – commercials, I almost got to squeeze a roll of toilet paper but I lost out in the finals. Isn't' that something? Seventeen years in the business and I end up flunking toilet paper squeezing? And I was a dancing band-aid – that was fun… We had an earthquake… And I got a terrific tan – and surely you must have heard about…

Zach:
I did hear you were going out with some big agent. Being a bit wild, running around, carrying on…

Cassie:
Well, when you're a woman of leisure what else is there to do but get a bit wild and run around? Not to mention getting fat – and going crazy – which is why I came back to new york and which is why I am here today, zach, old dear… Little cat. I need a job.

(Singing)
To have something that I can believe in.
To have something to be.
Use me… Choose me

Zach:
I just can't see you dancing in the chorus, cassie.

Cassie:
Why not?

Zach:
Listen, if you need some money, call my business manager.

Cassie:
Well, sure I need money. Who doesn't? But I don't need a handout. I need a job. I need a job and I don't know any other way to say it. Do you want me to say it again?

Zach:
No.

Cassie:
Fine, then we got that far. Look, I haven't worked in two years, not really. There's nothing left for me to do. So – I'm putting myself on the line. (stepping to the line) yes I'm putting myself on your line. I don't want to wait on tables. And what I really don't want to do is teach other people how to do what I should be doing myself…

(Singing)
God, I'm a dancer,
A dancer dances!

Give me somebody to dance with.
Give me a place to fit in
Help me return to the world of living
By showing me how to begin.

Play me the music,
Give me a chance to come through.
All I ever needed was the music, and the mirror,
And the chance to dance for you.

Give me a job and you instantly get me involved.
If you give me a job,
Then the rest of the crap will get solved.
Put me to work,
You would think that by now I'm allowerd.
I'll do you proud!

Throw me a rope to grab on to.
Help me to prove that I'm strong.
Give me the chance to look forward to sayin':
"hey, listen they're playin' my song."

Play me the music.
Give me a chance to come through.
All I ever needed was the music, and the mirror,
And a chance to dance…

(Mirrors are now turned, dance section)

Play me the music.
Play me the music.
Play me the music.
Give me a chance to come through.
All I ever needed was the music, and the mirror,
And a chance to dance…

(Flying mirrors come in. Dance section)