Holly, you OK?
Mhm.
It's just hard with this fabric.
There's so much of it.
Yeah, if you could help to pin it in.
Let me get my needle.
Now, is this a braid?
Is Nia ready?
All right, Nia, the pressure is on.
You're my only soloist today.
Nia, just stay right there.
I want them to know who the Abby Lee Dance Company is.
I don't want to walk into some new place
and get beat by some nobody that I've never even heard
of before.
Can I tuck this under, even though it's glued?
Just so it doesn't look cut?
We have to go out there and show them what we're made of.
Yes?
All right, it's time to walk.
Everybody get their sweats on.
Let's get moving.
You are your worst enemy sometimes.
Prove it to yourself that you're a champ, and--
you are a great dancer.
Perform as a great dancer today.
[applause]
It's imperative that Nia does well.
Nia's the only kid from the studio this week
who has a solo.
I think Nia's just feeling a little overwhelmed
by the whole experience.
SINGER: As I went down in the river
to pray, studying about that good old way,
and you shall wear the starry crown.
Good Lord, show me the way.
Oh, sinners, let's go down.
Let's go down.
Come on down.
As I went down in the river to pray, studying
about that good old way.
And who shall wear the robe and crown?
Good Lord, Show me the way.
[applause]
Nia's headpiece slipped off, and I
know that's gonna make her really upset.
She wanted everything to be perfect with this solo.
I've never had a wardrobe malfunction like that before.
Never.
I'm like, Nia is gonna be distraught.
Nia!
Mom.
I told you, you need to sew it in more.
Relax.
It's OK.
I'm like, I failed as a mom.
That's it.
I let my kid down.
What do you think Abby's going to say?
She'll blame me about Nia's headpiece, which, I fully
accept responsibility, so--
that's what I told Nia.
Christi, if you so help me God,
ever put your hands on another kid again and fix them,
you're finished.
What are you talking about?
I'm talking about you standing right here and saying to Nia,
I know this is glued, but let me just take this up in here.
Can I tuck this under, even though it's glued?
It was glued to her face!
No, it wasn't.
With butt glue.
Abby.
And you pulled it off and tucked it in.
No, I-- so it wasn't glued to her face anymore.
It was this big.
I saw it.
I was standing right there.
OK, Abby.
Yep.
Everything's my fault.
I think Abby lays in bed at night
and thinks of ways to blame me for things.
You know, with Kelly being gone, clearly
I am Abby's number one target.
I mean, for her to even suggest that I would ever sabotage
Nia's headpiece is ridiculous.
I don't understand how five moms were standing over there sewing
Nia's headpiece in, and I walked over,
and I simply tucked in a piece of fabric,
and Nia's headpiece malfunction is all my fault.
But wait a minute, Nia kept dancing,
so doesn't that make her a professional?
Oh, no, wait-- that's only if it's Maddie.
If it's Chloe or Nia, that makes it the mother's fault.
All right, so let's take the headpiece out of the mix,
because I know exactly what happened with the headpiece.
Holly, I don't want to continue to put this pressure on Nia.
Maybe the solos aren't her thing.
You didn't really have that much time with Nia this week.
No, wait a second.
Holly, you know what?
I'm just saying, you are not patient.
Always about fair, and fair--
No, you're just trying to equate the two.
Crap or get off the pot, kid!