Musical Quotes Broadway Novels & Stories

She slid it back onto the rack and tasted her wine. They sat quietly for a minute and his consideration floated toward the entrance of the bar. “Do you listen that?” She turned her ear in the same heading. “Hear what?” “The music coming from the musical drama house. When I was more youthful I’d sit exterior and tune in to the appears. I think I’ve listened everything from Madama Butterfly to Otello, sitting right on those steps.”

She cleared her throat, over-enunciating as though performing Shakespeare at the Globe Theatre. “Love isn’t patient, love isn’t kind… it’s fire, and it burns everything it touches.” She looked at me expectantly, starry-eyed. I wanted to slide under the table and melt into the floor. Was this real life? Was I being forced to quote my own tortured prose like a trained parrot? “Um.” My voice cracked. “Yes, that… that does sound like something I wrote.” “It is!” another boy shouted. “Page two seventy-three, right after the betrayal scene! I highlighted it!”

“Sunny, my dear. About the last show… rave reviews. Your Sally Bowles was magnificent! I was thinking of ‘Chicago’ as our comeback show once the work here is done. You as Roxie Hart and you, Alec, as Billy Flynn…” Sunny beamed, and Magnus stood straighter, so immensely proud of her. “Thank you, Quincy. Too bad you’re the only one here happy to have me on this stage…” “What? Who said that? You’re not leaving me, are you?” Quincy asked quickly. “Chaz, you better not let my actors get poached by some other theater…” “That’s not what… No, of course not,” Chaz said, stumbling over his words as sweat broke out on his forehead.

Okay, I can't talk, when I get back, you better give me details" I run out to the house Today miss queen cleared all my classes just so I'll get to rehearse, tomorrow is the big day I can't believe after all that happened am going to be climbing that stage and perform in front of a lot of people A musical for that matter, am not excited but what to do I kind of like the story Carrier, I just wished she had a happy ending But I guess life isn't all about happy endings "*someday... Oh my someday..someone will know my name...."* " Bravo Rita...Bravo" miss queen and others clap "Thank you" I leave the stage "Hey" Mike walks up to me "Hi," I said with a smile "You-you were great out there" "Than

Kimmy states. We grab the microphones, and the screen spins, landing on "Love Shack" by the B-52s. Kimmy and I bounce up and down, all excited. The music starts, and we sing our hearts out. Kimmy, of course, is phenomenal, what with being a Broadway musical star. I think I held my own. The song comes to a close, and everyone claps. Kimmy takes me in a big hug. “Holy crap, Amelie,” Kimmy shouts, “I didn’t know you had such a great voice.”

“Well, you might as well get used to it because it is one of Weston’s favorite musicals. He tends to quote it without really knowing he’s doing it. I’m sure I’ve picked it up from him.” A memory of something he’d said about an actress popped into my head. “So, that’s why he said ‘if she only had a brain’ at the wax museum!” Julia giggled. “Oh, yes, he has a strong opinion of some actresses, or those claiming to be. Did he happen to do a little jig after? You can sometimes catch him doing that just like the Scarecrow would.” I leaned against the counter. “I need to see that.” “It’s been a long time since I last saw it.”

I said. She told me. I knew the name from two off-Broadway productions I had seen, both of them scored with the specific intelligence of someone who understood that music in theatre was not decoration but structure, that the score was doing work the book could not do and that the work needed to be precise. One of those productions had won an Obie. The other had transferred to a small Broadway house and run for eight months, which was not a long run but was the right length for what it was.

"I feel like I deserve an award for guessing correctly. I've heard that one before." Her eyes followed the movement of his fingers as they began to dance across the keys, the room filling with the thick, dramatic notes of the famous melody. "It's said that Beethoven quoted the first notes from the angry knocks of the homeowner coming to collect rent from him," Zavian explained as he played. Their eyes met again as Emmeline listened intently. "Most people knock on the door four times in a row without realizing it." She mimicked the rhythm by rapping her knuckles on the piano's body, eyes widening in amazement. "It really is four knocks! I never thought to count them before, I didn't expect it

I couldn’t help the query in my mind. “You haven’t done something meaningful for us yet, son.” He snapped his fingers and the choir started once more with another of Wolfgang Mozart’s note. “Dance with your woman, son!”

Nothing. By the time rehearsal for the school musical began, I was hanging by a thread. I walked onto the stage, Harper stood across from smiling, Julian Davenport shot me a scowl. I ignored both of them. Me and Harper were about to sing a duet from Westside Story. Somewhere was the title of the song. With the sheet music in my hand, I tried to focus, tried to sing. But the words stuck, all I could think about was Carter. The lyrics weren’t lyrics anymore, they were pieces of me, raw and bleeding.