A principal girl is having real problems getting the solo right. It's not technique, its getting the brain around the sequence of moves. Goodness knows how many dances are crowded in her brain and muscles. Suddenly it becomes clear that nobody, Hampy included, is quite sure what the moves are. The Notator earnestly looks at the Benesh and demonstrates.
Vague recollections emerge.
Second cast look flummoxed. No - body won't do it. A dancer walks in, lost in thought and straight past everybody. Obviously remembering what he has been taught elsewhere. The studio seems to be the only way to some other rooms.