Dance: Ten; Looks: Three - A Chorus Line - Piano Accompaniment/Rehearsal Track

This is an instrumental rehearsal track for "Dance: Ten; Looks: Three" from A Chorus Line. Full piano accompaniment. Not recommended for use in performance, but great for practicing on your own or using in rehearsal in a pinch. Visit musicalpracticetracks.com for more videos!
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[@ok-kf3qk]

2:02

[@sav9317]

monologue:
So, the day after I turned 18, I kissed the folks goodbye, got on a Trailways bus - and
headed for the big bad apple. Cause I wanted to be a Rockette. Oh, yeah, let's get one
thing straight. See, I never heard about the Red Shoes, I never saw the Red Shoes, I didnt
give a fuck about the Red Shoes. I decided to be a Rockette because this girl in my home
town -Louella Heiner - had actually gotten out and made it New York. And she was a
Rockette. We'll, she came home one Christmas to visit, and they gave her a parade. A
goddamn parade! I twirled a friggin' baton for 2 hours in the rain. Unfortunately though,
she got knocked up over Christmas. Merry Christmas - and never made it back to Radio
City.
That was my plan. New York, New York. Except I had one minor problem. See, I was ugly
as sin. I was ugly, skinny, homely, unattractive and flat as a pancake. Get the picture?
Anyway, I got off this bus in my little white shoes, my little white tights, little white dress,
my little ugly face, and my long blonde hair - which was natural then. I looked like a
fucking nurse! I had 87 dollars in my pocket and seven years of tap and acrobatics. I
could do a hundred and eighty degree split and come up tapping the Morse Code. Well,
with that kind of talent I figured the Mayor would be waiting for me at Port Authority.
Wrong! I had to wait 6 months for an audition. Well, finally the big day came. I showed
up at the Music Hall with my red patent leather tap shoes. And I did my little tap routine.
And this man said to me: Can you do fankicks? - Well, sure I could do terrific fankicks.
But they werent good enough. Of course, what he was trying to tell me was...it was the
way I looked, not the fankicks. So I said: Fuck you, Radio City and the Rockettes! I'm
gonna make on Broadway!
Well, Broadway, same story. Every audition. I mean I'd dance rings around the other girls
and find myself in the alley with the other rejects. But after a while I caught on. I mean I
had eyes. I saw what they were hiring. I aslo swiped my dance card once after an
audition. And on a scale of 10....they gave me for dance 10. For looks: 3.

[@lakeweissnyc]

4:12

[@dorothygracefranklin]

1:31

[@realbjustine]

what key is this?

[@am_small]

if it still matters, A minor / C major