A Plan For Sophie's Three Months Of Father-Ordained Hell In Netherwood: a) upstage everyone in a grand entrance (roses?? pearls?? maybe bring doves) b) avoid the queen (still can't remember her name) for said three months, allow her to admire from afar (and afar ONLY) c) find REAL friend, courtier of unknown rank name...
(do you quarrel, sir? / quarrel, sir? no, sir. / but if you do, sir, I am for you. / I serve as good a man as you. / no better / well, sir / say better, here comes one of my master's kinsmen / yes, better, sir / you lie.) -- two dance schools, both alike in dignity. Sophie really, REALLY wants to be chosen as legendar...