Allison and Christiana go to get mani-pedis, and Allison's feet are a horror show. She talks to Christiana about how worried she is about getting older and how she's been struggling at work and that she doesn't really have a backup plan. She says she feels like ballet is the only thing in her life that's stable, which Christiana correctly observes is insane. If I were Allison it would be hard not to hate Christiana, with her adorbs husband and her principal roles and her ability to know where to put her nose to get the good light on it. And then we get close-ups of both Allison's and Christiana's feet and pardon me, I'm going to go heave. AUGH. I don't even know what to call what's wrong with their feet. Jeezy Creezy.
So the CW has fall shows based on both Robin Hood and Beauty & the Beast? I can't wait till the upfronts in 2013, when we hear all about their radical rethinkings of The Rescuers Down Under and Oliver & Company.
The dancers go swimming in a hot spring, which is apparently something you do if you live in Utah. It looks like a lot of climbing over rocks in your bikini and almost falling in a freezing river, which looks horrible, but then there are blue Solo cups, so I can tell myself they're having Old Fashioneds, and that's okay. Climbing over a bunch of rocks with your hot friends is fine if there's booze at the end. Chris and Christiana are being all cuddly. Katie C. is rocking her mirrored aviators. Tom is burly and luscious. Rex displays more of that insecurity everyone keeps talking about by keeping his T-shirt on. The dancers smear themselves with mud, for some reason. It's all very congenial, with a real spirit of "Well, next week Elena might murder us, so let's have fun today. Shots?"
Next week: Ronnie goes on the pole. See, I told you he was jealous of Channing Tatum. Christiana gives Allison a lecture, and Allison tells Rex to take a hike. Rehearsals move to the stage and everyone loses their shit. Politely, of course. Because this is ballet.