| Damn Me And Curse Me For Still Needing You... | |
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steven_stuart 10:32 pm UTC 08/02/11 |
| In reply to: | re: Scaramouche - steven_stuart 10:29 pm UTC 08/02/11 |
| This is one of my favourite Scaramouche writing the book for BOOH The Musical examples: Regarding an end to Act 1 of my Neverland vision, bear in mind that I feel Surf's Up and I'll Kill You If You Don't Come Back are PERFECT for my vision of Neverland and need to be included. For context, at some point in Act 1, Surf's Up is performed (not sure where yet), and provides the moment when Peter & Wendy become lovers. This is another beach scene with perhaps some subtle nudity (they are dressed much like the B4G cover), with a backdrop providing a moonlit sky and effects providing the sounds of waves pounding sand. During the guitar solo they perform a mild but erotic ballet to simulate foreplay. I can see an exposed breast being caressed (briefly) here just to add some spice, but 'all done in the best possible taste'. During the mandolin outro a more vigorous ballet is performed to simulate the actual love making. As the outro ends they (gracefully) fall to the floor, locked in embrace and disappear into dry ice. In the scenes that follow (and unbeknown to Peter) a pregnancy is hinted at, and Wendy finally confides in Tinkerbell. Cut towards the end of Act 1 (and a few months later) and winter has set in. An emotional Wendy yearns for her mother, and knows she must return home to give birth (and raise the child). She is torn between this and leaving Peter. In an attempt to ease the pain she sings to him 'Two Out Of Three 'Aint Bad' (with lyrical tweaks), although contrary to the lyrics she will always love him. As the songs ends she flees into the night and home, leaving a dumbstruck and speechless Peter. Fast forward another 7 months to the final scene of Act 1. In previous scenes Hook is becoming more and more successful with his search & capture missions (supplying Obsidian with it's unending need for young blood), and the Lost Boys are increasingly worried that Peter no longer seems to care about offering up any resistance to the man. They then confront him... Lost Boy: 'Hook took another three last night. Destroyed the shelters out on the ridge.' Peter: 'I know. Damn the Hook. Damn him forever...' Lost Boys: 'Seven months Peter. Isn't it about time we fought back?' Peter: 'No-one tells me what to do'. 'I'll know when it's time...' Lost Boy: 'There won't be many of us left at this rate. Where's your fire gone? Peter: 'You know nothing' Tink: 'I know that it's time for you to snap out of this. She's gone Peter and she 'aint ever coming back. Trust me'. Peter: 'Don't you dare...don't you dare say that! She has to come back. She must! I'll kill her if she don't come back...' He then sings the song, which now starts as a bitter and angst ridden piano ballad, before developing into more mid-tempo with some guitars (note slight lyric changes to indicate past tense). 'From the minute I turned and laid my eyes on her I had no eyes of my own I was blind to the world, she was too good to be true But she was something to see, so very young and alone And I still don't believe the way she turned on me Now where's the girl that I knew? I gave her somewhere to live and then somebody to love She gave me nothing but trouble, man, I've been such a fool She gave me nothing at all Now I can't give it to her She taught me how to be cruel Now I can't try it on her How did she abuse me? Let me count the ways How many hours in how many days? How must it amuse her? Let me count the pain How many rules breaking how many games? How did she abuse me? Let me count the ways How many hours in how many days? How must it amuse her? Let me count the pain How many rules breaking how many games? She got her ass out of gear She got her soul out of whack She went and ripped out my heart But didn't bother to pack In every way I'm glad she's outta my life But I'll kill her if she don't come back I'll kill her if she don't come back In the pit of the night she used to pull me so close And then she'd hold me so tight And in the wink of an eye she used to give me it all And with a kiss in the darkness she delivered the light And in the dark of the night I hear her laughing so loud I know she's laughing at me Oh ain't it funny and sad, the way I fell for her lies? The way I fell into love and then she yearned to be free She gave me nothing at all Now I can't give it to her She taught me how to be cruel Now I can't try it on her How did she abuse me? Let me count the ways How many hours in how many days? How must it amuse her? Let me count the pain How many rules breaking how many games? She got her ass out of gear She got her soul out of whack She went and ripped out my heart But didn't bother to pack In every way I'm glad she's outta my life But I'll kill her if she don't come back I'll kill her if she don't come back...' As first half of the song ends, the Lost Boys shout in unison (and dismay): 'But she 'aint ever coming back!' Peter (although realising this himself) snaps and shouts: 'Get Out, GET OUT'! He grabs several boys and pushes them away, finally throwing a glass in their direction, which smashes against a wall. Left alone and sobbing on his knees (centre stage), a solitary spot light picks out Peter (rest of stage is dark). The piano intro of the coda starts and he rises, moving outside to the beach. Even though Wendy is not present, he sings the coda directly to her, as opposed to 'about her' in the first half. The vocal is no longer bitter but truly heartfelt with the the title (hopefully) becoming more ironic to the audience. This section now becomes surreal and dreamlike, with all the girls mentioned in the lyrics (cheerleaders, ballerinas in front of mirrors, a girl gang in leather, homecoming queens etc) individually spot lit (in time with the lyrics) around the stage, but they remain still, almost mannequin like, and Peter moves amongst them as he sings. 'Somebody bless all the girls in the sand on the beach They're dreamin' of boys but staying just out of reach Bless all the cheerleaders down on the track They're glistening like diamonds with that sweat on their backs Bless all the girls and their gangs on the street They're looking for danger and they're holding their piece Bless all the girls staying late after school They're playing with fire, but how they play it so cool An bless all the shy girls who're learning to dance They stare in the mirror and they conjure romance Bless all the girls who are always alone They kneel down in prayer and then wait up by the phone Bless all the homecoming queens of the night They're looking for magic in gymnasium lights An bless all the girls who know what love is about They try not to cry and then they try to put out An bless all the homecoming queens of the night They're looking for magic in gymnasium lights An bless all the girls who know what love is about They try not to cry and then they try to put out Somebody bless all these girls that I never have met But damn you and curse you after all that you've done You're the one girl I'll never forget You're the one girl I'll never forget Somebody bless all these girls and everything that they do But damn me and curse me... ' At this point, the girls on stage go dark and a solitary spot light illuminates (a no longer pregnant) Wendy in centre stage on a slightly raised platform (disguised by dry ice). As with the other girls she is still and mannequin like. Peter circles her and points... '...for still needing you'! before falling to his knees, and with arms outstretched (as if worshipping a God) he sings the title over and over... 'An I'll kill you if you don't come back I'll kill you if you don't come back I'll kill you if you don't come back I'll kill you if you don't come back I'll kill you if you don't come back'! Stage goes dark and end of Act 1. Amongst other open plot lines involving Hook this ending also adds the questions...Will Wendy come back? Has there been a birth? Boy or a girl? Will Peter leave Neverland for Wendy, and will he ever return? | |
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