Legally Blonde The Musical Jr Script Novels & Stories

“We’ll figure it out. Together.” I nodded slowly. “We're better.” A pause. Then— Colby cleared his throat. “Okay, but—if it is a musical, I am not wearing glitter again.” “You wore glitter last time voluntarily,” Matt said. Colby sniffed. “For dramatic effect.” “I hate all of you,” I muttered. “You love us,” Jesse said. “And we’re the only ones who can survive the Spiritborn's terrible plot structure.” Lia grinned. “Besides. We’re kind of the main characters at this point.”

She playfully rolled her eyes. Together, we exited the back room, ready to do what we had to do. When we got to the entrance of the stage, we bid our goodbyes before separating. I walked out to the floor with a loud sigh. The bright LED lights were blinding and everyone’s loud conversations became more prominent. As soon as the music started and Janice stepped out, men were on their feet, throwing their money at her without giving her the chance to do anything. She wasn’t lying when she said that the men loved her.

Flora sat in the room with her manager, Jude, and they shared the joy together. Donell said, “Didn’t Jonah refuse to write a song for us? It doesn’t matter. The song reached our hands in the end. Could you imagine him being so angry that he wants to kill people now? Hahahaha.” Flora said happily, “Those stupid people from Scott’s Remembrance Cultural Arts Entertainment don’t play their cards as well as Mr. Cedar. They only know how to help others. Now, we have used the song, so it is impossible for them to release it. We’ve completely trounced them this time.”

JAY'S POV Immediately I mounted the stage, colourful spotlight lightening show, illuminated on me as thunderous screams and squeals filled the air as fans screamed my name while they jumped and waved. I smiled and connected the piece on my ear. I looked at the boys, Dan was finally upstage in a musical concert thanks to Diva. I made sure they perform with me as my bassist and pianist, some other guy was behind the drum set. We smiled at each other before I set my guitar properly around me, picked up the microphone and turned back to the crowd. "Hello everyone." I said and another louder squealing followed. I smiled, my eyes roaming around for the girls. I saw them taking their position at t

“I'll be singing. La la la la, la la la la You’re mine La la la la, la la la la You're all of me. La la la la, la la la la And I’ll be yours. La la la la, la la la la” I dance to the beat, and I pull out my tongue. “Be mine, my love. You're my heart and soul. This is our moment. It’s finally our moment, You could have me in any way you want. How long until you’re mine? Until you see me?” I make eye contact with Mr. Blue eyes. My eyes widen and I nearly miss my cue. He was huge, I didn’t realize how big he was earlier. But he didn’t seem so big until he was squeezing into a single chair.

Jasmine raised her juice with a broad smile. "Here's to Scarlett's scholarship!" "Congratulations!" we all chimed in. The sound of sirens reached our ears. I turned my head to glance outside, just in time to see the fake Scarlett being escorted into the police car. "Here's to a future filled with happiness and integrity!" Jasmine added, her voice brimming with cheer. The End.

SCARLETT : Alpha Jax and I spent time away from each other until it was time to practice. He was with Rosie, and I was with Alpha Aaron as we stepped into the music room. All the windows were covered with wine-colored blinds, shielding us from the intensifying heat and light of the sun. The blinds contrasted beautifully against the golden-colored walls. The room was filled with various musical instruments, including a grand piano, a large violin, a flute, and a trumpet.

“You would.” Keilor brought two glasses with silver crests to the table and poured a generous shot into each. “If I’m going to be playing with real coin against shells, I’d have to agree with Jayems. We should at least get a kiss if we win the game.” “No.” Jasmine hesitated for a moment. Their newest plan depended on robbing these two blind. The question was, what was she willing to do to get home? Anything. Well, almost anything. Taking a bracing breath, she negotiated, “No tongues.”

He leads me at the free space on the stage and let's just say the melody lead the movements which were Mr & Mrs Smith moves when they were at the restaurant after discovering each other's identity but this time, Blake and I aren't trying to kill each other. The boy makes this dramatic yet cooling sound to indicate the end of the song. We move from each other and clap our hands, he bows again and leaves the stage. Before I could leave too, a song starts playing in the background and I quickly recognize it - Sara Bareilles I choose you.

"Look up," Malia instructed, yanking on Jenny's hair. Jenny winced, staring at the ceiling as Malia combed through her hair with little care. It had been permed and lightened to a shade between her natural color and the deep brown she adopted for her assignment. Malia sat behind her, harshly brushing without meeting her eyes in the mirror.