Pretty (No need for underpants in France )- Scene1 -InteractiveStageshow-"Blue lips,Loose Hips")
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This forms Scene1 of the CCM Interactive musical stageshow new production “Blue Lips, Loose Hips”.
The playlist, script & stage directions can be found following these links.
Information about this project can be found at InteractiveStageshow’s profile page.
Who else on this site can get away with rhyming France with underpants?
The irrepressible Mr Anchor Mejans.
Voiceover Narration: Scomber
Our story begins in Paris France in the summer of 2009.
Our hero Anchor lives a carefree and comfortable life cocooned from worry in his fashionable Parisian apartment.
Over the noise of the early morning crickets and that annoying accordion music, he lies asleep - in a debauched bed with his supermodel girlfriend Kate beside him.
The morning sun shines through the window and awakens him. He kisses his pretty on the nape of the neck and feels the odd sensation of cold, lifeless skin against his lips.
Her lips are blue and I’m afraid to tell you all that she has expired - - at a bare minimum, in breach of her Loreal contact.
A diet of green grapes and constant parties has caught up with her and Anchor is hit by the reality that she has passed to that great catwalk in the sky.
Anchor stands up looks down to his lifeless “Pretty” and sings this tearful soliloquy (in his underpants)
You’re on a plane,
to Paris France.
Forgot to pack
your underpants.
Green grapes for lunch,
and dinner too -
You don’t touch me -
I can’t touch you.
Your life, the catwalk,
lengere, makeup.
Your eyes are glazed
your lips are blue!
are you dead?
Or just pretending?
Pretty
Pretty Yeah
pretending, Pretty
Chorus
Everything is pretty yeah
Everything is pretty.
Is this the start
of a new ending?
Pretty?
Chorus
Everything is pretty yeah
Everything is pretty.
Everything could be so pretty.
Everything could be
so pretty.
The playlist, script & stage directions can be found following these links.
Information about this project can be found at InteractiveStageshow’s profile page.
Who else on this site can get away with rhyming France with underpants?
The irrepressible Mr Anchor Mejans.
Voiceover Narration: Scomber
Our story begins in Paris France in the summer of 2009.
Our hero Anchor lives a carefree and comfortable life cocooned from worry in his fashionable Parisian apartment.
Over the noise of the early morning crickets and that annoying accordion music, he lies asleep - in a debauched bed with his supermodel girlfriend Kate beside him.
The morning sun shines through the window and awakens him. He kisses his pretty on the nape of the neck and feels the odd sensation of cold, lifeless skin against his lips.
Her lips are blue and I’m afraid to tell you all that she has expired - - at a bare minimum, in breach of her Loreal contact.
A diet of green grapes and constant parties has caught up with her and Anchor is hit by the reality that she has passed to that great catwalk in the sky.
Anchor stands up looks down to his lifeless “Pretty” and sings this tearful soliloquy (in his underpants)
You’re on a plane,
to Paris France.
Forgot to pack
your underpants.
Green grapes for lunch,
and dinner too -
You don’t touch me -
I can’t touch you.
Your life, the catwalk,
lengere, makeup.
Your eyes are glazed
your lips are blue!
are you dead?
Or just pretending?
Pretty
Pretty Yeah
pretending, Pretty
Chorus
Everything is pretty yeah
Everything is pretty.
Is this the start
of a new ending?
Pretty?
Chorus
Everything is pretty yeah
Everything is pretty.
Everything could be so pretty.
Everything could be
so pretty.