Synopsis
Looking at her ratty-tatty, used-to-be-white, too-big high-tops,
and then at her skinny chicken legs poking up from the ground, you'd
never think that Casey Quinn could ever be a ballerina.
But just because Casey can't do ballet in high-tops doesn't mean
she can't dance. She has more grace in her pinkie toe than the local
pinky-pink, richer girls put together.
Casey has a dream to dance in New York - and no-one is going to stop
her.