Musical Theater Quotes Novels & Stories

Zack always said I got this way during performances, I was like a zombie with one thing on my mind-practise. 'Maybe if you applied yourself to school this way, you'd actually pass your classes without a tutor', the snarky inner voice said. I simply shushed them and went back to reciting my lines. ''Hey Kiara, can't wait to see you on stage tonight. You look great by the way,'' someone said.

“Darla, if you want something badly enough, the world usually makes room for you.” I couldn’t help but grin. “You always make everything sound so simple.” “That’s because I’ve seen what you’re capable of,” he said, his voice low and certain. “You’re built for stages that make other people crumble.”

*Nathan POV* "Why?" I whined, holding the paper in my hand. "Out of everything you can possibly do in this city, you chose some musical?" Trinity stared daggers at me and I stepped back. I may be a strong wolf, an Alpha, but pregnant women scare the shit out of me. "It's not some musical." She scoffed, showing quotation marks in the air. "It's the best musical ever. SIX!" She said, excited. "Besides, it's done by our little theatrical group from the city. And all the money goes to charity." Kaiden added, a little offended himself.

I could really use some of that Hector confidence right now. The Greatest Showmen theme song was the first dance routine of the play and Ms. Pierce wanted some of the cheerleading squad, that was a part of the drama class, to do some backflips and jumping around while the song was playing. I thought it was dangerous, she thought it was spectacular. She said, we should learn to give the audience the unexpected. And she also told us that if something happened on stage we should always improvise. Think fast, act quick so we stay on track. Make it look natural.

His silence did the touching for him. Halfway through, he leaned toward me again. “You keep fidgeting.” “I’m fine,” I whispered. “You’re not.” “I just…” I hesitated. “I keep thinking about how everyone must be staring.” “Let them,” he said simply. “They always stare at what they can’t have.” The words hit harder than I expected. For a second, the theater, the lights, the people all of it blurred out. It was just his voice. Low. Unreadable. Beautifully cruel.

By the final chorus, nearly half the room had joined in. The entire experience felt like a fever dream. When it finally ended, I accepted the applause with all the dignity available to a woman who had just performed cinematic garbage in front of strangers. Which wasn't much. I returned to the booth. Another cocktail was waiting. Naturally. I dropped into the seat and immediately grabbed the glass. Luca raised an eyebrow. "That bad?" I took a long drink. "It was a musical crime." "You sounded wonderful." "The song should be illegal." His laugh rolled through the booth again.

Everything was just an act to make her jealous. I almost laughed out loud, feeling utterly absurd. What did they take me for? A tool for their games? The theater lights dimmed as the musical reached a climactic scene. In the darkness, I gripped the armrests tightly, listening to the hushed whispers and rustling sounds of fabric coming from the two beside me. They probably thought the musical's volume was loud enough to drown it out, but I heard everything. Suddenly, a sharp, metallic snap echoed through the theater. Someone screamed, "Watch out above!"

“Yuck…ew…Gaston was like the worst looking in the whole movie…I mean seriously…his side kick was even better but not by much….” She shivered in disgust and shook her head again. She moved back to the living room to the piano to play with the next song that came on and sing “Heart don’t me fail now…courage don’t desert me….don’t turn back now that we’re here…people always say…life is full of choices…no one ever mentions fear…or how the world can seem so vast…on a journey to the past….somewhere down this road..I know someone’s waiting..years of dreams…just can't be wrong..”

Dangerous in a different way. “I think,” I said, breath shallow, “you don’t get to ask me that question. Not after what you took.” Silence fell like glass between us. Fragile. Tense. Waiting to shatter. Theo stared at me for a long moment. Then, quietly, “She sang in the car.” I blinked. “What?” He looked away for the first time, like maybe it was safer to say it without my eyes on him. “Martha. She sang something about jellyfish and chicken nuggets and wanting to be a fire truck when she grows up.”

His eyes gleam with anticipation as he crosses to the stage, shoes silent upon the polished marble, and gently lifts the microphone from its stand. “Ladies and gentlemen,” he begins, his voice resonating across the high, painted ceiling. “Tonight, we have witnessed brilliance—a performance that will not soon be forgotten. Ophelia—” he turns, searching the front row, his eyes alight, “your artistry leaves us humbled. Your future shines as bright as the chandelier above us; there is no higher praise, nor deeper admiration, than I offer now, before all assembled.”