This is very “Satine from Moulin Rouge was a cheerleader in high school.” I can see her now, sitting up in her garret late at night, fusing her best going-out top with her favorite cocktail dress, hoping it will be enough for the Rancho Montmartre Toros to defeat the East Cannes Clovers. (And then realizing she didn’t have the right shoes.) Call it Bring It On: Consumption, and get it greenlit.
