Musical: Act 1, Scene 1

Disclaimer: I am neither a composer nor a lyricist. This is a very rough draft of what I envisioned for the musical to be held in "The First Musical." I tried to play with rhythm and poetic structures. As with many of the works shared here, it is incomplete. I believe I have most of the first act drafted, and rest jotted somewhere in notes. The plot as of this draft is very simple as I was more focused on the story than the musical, which was admittedly a mistake. But I like these wisps of characters (needing further development, of course) and some of the word play so I decided to post it as well.

Act I, Scene I

Lunille:   What is taking her so long?

Mary:     Who knows?  You would think after going dancing every week she’d learn how to be ready before we arrive.

Lunille:   I want to go now. All of the good partners will be taken if we wait much longer.

Mary:     True. I never much cared for the ugly ones. Remember Jeff, Lunille?

Lunille:   Good lord, Mary Grace. Do refrain from reminding me.

Mary:     Then convince her to hurry.

(sung)

Lunille:   Collette, hurry

                The dancing begins soon

Mary:     Collette, finished?

                We promise no buffoons

                Will woo you

                Or ask a dance

Lunille:   We’ll shoo them

                With our glaring glances

(Lunille & Mary laugh)

(spoken)

Collette:

                I’m coming!

(spoken)

Jonas:     Where is he?

Lucas:     You’re asking me? I arranged for the others to meet us for his bachelor party.

Jonas:     Lucas, I’m not his best man. It’s also your job to hurry him along.

Lucas:     Jonas, unless you want everyone to know about Johanna, you’d best assist me.

(sung)

Jonas:     Irial, come now

                The ladies shall not wait

Lucas:     Irial, we’ll leave you

                We bachelors go in haste

                To meet our

                Ladies of the night

Jonas:     Woo and chase

                Along with us

Jonas & Lucas:

Tonight it’s your last right

Irial:        For tomorrow I wed

(spoken)

Jonas & Lucas:

Thank god we’ll still be bachelors.

(sung)

Collette:

                I’m weary of these dance-filled nights

                All I want is someone of my own

                A kindred heart

                A loving glance

                And arms to call my home

                But they call to me to dance

                Join them in their revelry

                Spin in circles

                See no one

                I’ll never find someone for me

Mary:     Collette, we’re leaving

                If you don’t come soon

Lunille:   Collette, come quickly

                We’re losing to the moon

                Because you choose

                To take your time

Mary:     We lose our partners

Lunille:   And our wine.

Mary & Lunille:

                So hurry down

                From your room

                No obligations

                 If you come soon

                No need to fret

                ‘Bout getting married

                We’ll all stay free

(Collette appears, ready for the night)

                Finally

Irial:        Tomorrow comes far too quickly

                I’m not prepared for this

                A woman who

                I’m forced to marry

                I don’t want a phony bliss

                Should I join them at the dance

                Lie to women I will meet

                I know I’m promised

                To another but

                What happens if I find someone for me?

Lucas:     Irial, hurry

                The ladies will not wait

Jonas:     Irial, we’re leaving

                We need to satiate

                Our thirst

                For lovely treats

Lucas:     To find a beauty

Jonas:     Who’ll love our beast

Jonas & Lucas:

                Now we’re leaving

                Done with waiting

                Time to set our lines

                For baiting

                Women for your last night

                Of freedom, as is your right

                For tomorrow that ends

(Irial appears, ready to leave)

                Alas, here’s our friend

(simultaneously)

Jonas, Lucas, Lunille & Mary:

                Now the party shall begin!

Collette & Irial:

                Will this nightmare never end?