Musical Theater Quotes Novels & Stories

I stopped singing. “Come on,” I said. “Give it a go.” “No way,” she said. “It’s stupid.” People around her quietened, their ears pricked. “It’s not stupid, Verity. Stupid is trying to form relationships on the phone with a stick up your ass and inflexibility of communication.” “It’s stupid,” she repeated. “I’m not going to make an absolute tit out of myself, not for you.” “You’re already making an absolute tit out of yourself, Miss Macua, I’m just asking you to sing.”

Wake me up. Once I warmed to her, we hit it off in all the best ways. She didn’t believe me that I was obsessed with musicals, that I knew like everything front and back. So I sang some Liza for her, some Barbara, some Cher … and she made me do it again. And again. It was … freeing. Liberating. Someone who appreciated me, someone who stood front and center screaming and fangirling out … over me. I hadn’t had someone be so encouraging and uplifting in so long. My soul needed it.

And when the curtain fell, he turned to me and said, in the most sincere tone I’d ever heard, “If I could love someone the way Don José loved Carmen—even when he lost everything—then my life wouldn’t be a waste.” Now, standing under the dim glow of rehearsal lights, his words echoed like something from a distant past. On stage, a young woman began to sing a song from Les Misérables, her voice floating through the night air, soft and full of sorrow. I didn’t even realize I was holding my breath until the final note faded. Marcus noticed my expression, but didn’t say anything. Suddenly, two people from the group looked our way and whispered to each other. One of them—a young guy with curly hai

Sebastian said with a smirk. “And 30 minutes before that,” Nolan added. “And 30 minutes before that,” Reid chimed in. “Fuck off,” I growled, but they just laughed at me. “Are you ready?” Sebastian asked as his laughter faded. I turned my attention to the stage as the lights dimmed and the orchestra began to play. A smile spread on my face as the music of my Sugar Plum’s favorite ballet filled the theater, music I recognized from watching various versions of the production 13 years ago.

London and Jackie: "I see through the facade!" "Wounded and afraid, he's become no more than a killer" "Run! They warned me!" London and Jackie: "Run! Run for your life!" "Give me a fucking break, can't you tell he needs emotional attention!" "Fuck society!" London and Jackie: "Society fucking sucks!" "Don't tell me what he's done, I will stay by his side 'till the sun dies!" The musical interlude with the guitar has my feet moving and my head bobbing. Soon I zoned out and was only me the music.

I watch the other groups no one's raising their hands. There. I remember now. It's our favourite song. “Every night I lie in bed, the brightest colours fill my head. A million dreams are keeping me awake”. I sing out loud without even knowing. I look at Annalia and see as her face beams with happiness. She looks at me and then joins me. The song brings back a lot of memories. I remember when she bawled her eyes out after watching THE GREATEST SHOWMAN. “For the world, we're gonna make”. She ends with a final note. I hear applause from Mariquita and then the rest of the people there. “A million dreams by Hugh Jackman”. I say after it stops.

I am floored and do one of my controlled collapses when everyone applauds and even whistles. Some girl I don’t know shouts “You get it Grrrl!” Mr Keely stands up applauding “Nova! You are Castillo Jr in my eyes and that is the biggest compliment I give! You could give Cade a run for his money!Now stand up and meet the rest of our Theater and Musical club.” I blush and stand then curtsy. “Thank you Mr Keely.”

But I refused to let his words discourage me; I had come too far to give up now. A sly smirk played on Director Benefield's lips, his eyes gleaming with a mix of despise and hatred. "Well, well, Theresa," he said, his voice dripping with scorn. "You are quite confident about yourself. But let me tell you, the stage is a completely different world. It's not as easy as it seems. You're nothing but a clown, what qualifications do you have to aspire to be a singer like Erma?"

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

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!”