[As promised, she's heading into the hospital after the matinee performance, somewhere closer to 5pm and at this point she's running completely on fumes. What random hours of sleep she'd gotten during the week, due to the schedule worked out between Maine and York, were not enough to help her manage to fully function on one hour of sleep that first night in Paris. Combined with a full morning of rehearsal and one performance (and another one coming that night), Carolina was ready to sleep like a brick.
She needs to see her file and what might possibly be contained in it because honestly she knows what kinds of injuries can come from dancing.]
I'm here to see my file. File. Papier. [Trying to talk in English to the receptionist.]
Action!
She needs to see her file and what might possibly be contained in it because honestly she knows what kinds of injuries can come from dancing.]
I'm here to see my file. File. Papier. [Trying to talk in English to the receptionist.]