In almost every musical ever written, there’s a place —it’s usually about the third song of the evening, sometimes it’s the second, sometimes it’s the fourth, but it’s quite early— and the leading lady usually sits down on something —sometimes a tree stump in Brigadoon, sometimes it’s under the pillars of Covent Garden in My Fair Lady, or it’s a trashcan in Little Shop of Horrors— but the leading lady sits down on something and sings about what she wants in life, and the audience falls in love with her and roots for her to get it for the rest of the night.
Life, too, is like that. You live it forward, but understand it backward.
DOOOYOUHEAR THE PEEEOPLE SING
SINGING A SOOONG OF AANGRY MEN
IT IS THE MUUUSIC OOF A PEEEOPLE WHO
ECHOES THE BEEEA TING OOFTHE DRUMS
THERE IS A LIFE ABOOUT TO STARTWHENTOMOOORROW COOOOOOOMES!!
And goodness knows the wicked’s lives are lonely…
Goodness knows the wicked die alone…
It just shows when you’re wicked, you’re left only on your own.
I’ll just be in the corner, with all of my emotions.