Act II Part 1

Voice Mail #3

 

...the phone rings...

 

Mark:

The funeral is today at 9 a.m. at the Meeting House on 11th Street

and Avenue B.

 

...from the answering machine...

 

Secretary:

If Mimi Marquez is at this number, please call Dr. White at 338-4322

on Monday, November 2nd between 3:00 and 3:15. Your bloodwork is

in and it's vital you talk to the doctor. Also Mimi- remember you still

owe $111.68 on your last bill- the new one will cost $238.31, making

your October balance $349.99 - due immediately. If Mimi is not at

this number, uh...Happy Halloween.

 

Seasons of Love

 

Company:

525,600 minutes.

525,000 moments so dear.

525,600 minutes- how do you measure, measure a year?

In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights, in cups of coffee.

In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife.

In 525,600 minutes- how do you measure a year in the life?

How about love? How about love? How about love?

Measure in love.

Seasons of love.

Seasons of love.

 

Soloist 1:

525,600 minutes!

525,000 journeys to plan.

525,600 minutes - how can you measure the life of a woman or man?

 

Soloist 2:

In truths that she learned, or in times that he cried?

In bridges he burned, or the way that she died?

 

Company:

It's time now to sing out, although it's not the end.

To celebrate, remember a year in the life of a friend.

Remember the love! Remember the love! Remember the love!

Measure in love.

Seasons of love!

Seasons of love.

 

Out Tonight

 

Mimi:

What's the time?

Well it's gotta be close to midnight!

My body's talking to me, it says time for danger.

It says I wanna commit a crime....

Wanna be the cause of a fight.

I wanna put on a tight skirt and pretend you're a stranger!

I've got an itch to be a bitch!

I need to laugh like a child.

C'mon all you ? -

I know a spot, where it's too hot not to go wild!

We don't need any money,

I always get in for free!

You can get in too if you get in with me!

Let's go out tonight!

I hafta go out tonight!

You wanna play, let's run away!

We wont be back till next Valentine's Day!

Take me out tonight!

Meow.

 

...off, into phone...

 

Maureen:

Forget me not? I can't forget you, Mark- it's like forgetting a brother,

a friend. That too. Well, thanks for the- Mark, stop crying! No, this

is not a phase I'm going through.

 

...

 

Mimi:

I had a knack from way back

of breaking the rules once I learned the games.

Get up - life's too quick!

I know someplace sick-

where this chick will dance in the flames!

When I get a wink from the doorman

do you know how lucky you'll be?

That you're on-line with the feline of Avenue B!

Let's go out tonight!

I hafta go out tonight!

You wanna prowl?

Be my night owl?

Well take my hand we're gonna howl

out tonight!

 

...off...

 

Angel:

He loves me- he loves me more...He loves me- he loves me more...He

loves me.......

 

...

 

Maureen:

It's me.

 

Joanne:

Traditional Chinese medicine offers a holistic approach - using

acupuncture.

 

Maureen:

Do I care?

 

Joanne:

Not if you don't!

 

Maureen:

Kiss?

 

Joanne:

No- I can't take this!

 

...

 

Mimi:

In the evening I've got to roam-

can't sleep in the city of neon and chrome.

Feels to damn much like home

when the Spanish babies cry!

So let's find a bar

so dark we forget who we are,

and all the scars of the nevers and maybes die!

Let's go out tonight!

I hafta go out tonight!

You're sweet, wanna hit the street?

Wanna wail at the moon like a cat in heat!

Just take me out tonight!

Please take me out tonight!

Don't forsake me.

Out tonight!

I'll let you make me out tonight!

Tonight!

Tonight!

Tonight!

 

 

Seasons of Love B

 

Company:

In diapers, report cards, in spoked wheels, in speeding tickets.

In contracts, dollars, in funerals, in births.

In 525,600 minutes- how do you figure a last year on earth?

Figure in love! Figure in love! Figure in love!

Measure in love.

Seasons of love.

Seasons of love.

 

Voice Mail #4

 

...the phone rings...

 

Maureen:

April in the cruelest month. You can reach Joanne at 784-3321.

Anyone but Mark- please leave a message.

 

...dial tone- Mark hangs up the phone...

 

Without You

 

Joanne:

Without you, the ground thaws, the rain falls, the grass grows....

Without you, the seeds root, the flowers bloom, the children play....

The stars gleam, the poets dream, the eagles fly.... without you.

The earth turns, the sun burns- but I die, without you.

 

Maureen:

Without you, the breeze warms, the girl smiles, the cloud moves....

Without you, the tides change, the boys run, the oceans crash....

The crowds roar, the days soar, the babies cry, without you.

The moon glows, the river flows- but I die, without you.

 

Both:

The world revives- colors renew....

but I know blue, only blue- lonely blue,

within me blue....

 

Maureen:

Without you. Without you the hand gropes, the ear hears, the pulse

beats.

 

Both:

Without you, the eyes gaze, the legs walk, the lungs breathe.

 

Joanne:

The mind churns!

 

Maureen:

The mind churns!

 

Joanne:

The heart yearns!

 

Maureen:

The heart yearns!

 

Both:

The tears dry, without you.

Life goes on, but I'm gone....

 

Joanne:

Cause I die, without you.

 

Maureen:

Without you.

 

Both:

Without you....

Without you....

 

Voice Mail #5

 

...the phone rings...

 

Collins:

We went to steal an air-conditioner.

 

Angel:

We'll be right back.

 

...from the answering machine...

 

Student:

Um, professor Collins, um, I'll be a freshman in your class this fall.

Um, the summer reading list- um, the bookstore in Dayton didn't have

"The Story of O".

So I'm wondering- He said he was going steal an air-conditioner!

Maybe this isn't the right number.

 

Contact

 

Random voices:

Um hmmm! You know that's right! Oh yeah baby! Silky silky silky!

Lord have mercy! etc.

 

All:

Hot-hot-hot-sweat-sweet! Wet-wet-wet-red-heat!

Hot-hot-hot-sweat-sweet! Wet-wet-wet-red-heat!

Hot-hot-hot-sweat-sweet! Wet-wet-wet-red-heat!

 

Sticky-licky-trickle-tickle-steamy-creamy-soaking-stoking!

 

Collins:

Touch!

 

Maureen:

Taste!

 

Mimi:

Deep!

 

Collins:

Dark!

 

Maureen:

Kiss!

 

Collins:

Beg!

 

Mimi:

Slap!

 

Mimi & Maureen:

Fear!

 

Collins:

Thick!

 

Collins, Mimi, & Maureen:

Red, red, red, red, red, red - please!

 

Maureen:

Harder!

 

Angel:

Faster!

 

Maureen:

Wetter!

 

Mimi:

Bastard!

 

Collins:

You whore!

 

Maureen:

You cannibal!

 

Mimi & Angel:

More!

 

Maureen:

You animal!

 

Collins, Mimi, & Maureen:

Fluid no fluid no contact yes no contact

 

All:

Fire, fire, burn - burn yes! No latex rubber rubber! Fire latex

rubber latex bummer lover bummer!

 

Angel:

Take me, take me,

take me, take me- Oh!

Take me! Take me!

Take me! Take me!

Today me, today me!

Tomorrow you- today me!

Tomorrow you!

Take me!

Tomorrow you love!

You love- I love you!

I love you! Oh!

Take me, take me, I love you!

 

Roger:

Um...

 

Joanne:

Wait!

 

Mimi:

Slipped!

 

Collins:

Shit.

 

Joanne:

Ow!

 

Roger:

Where'd it go?

 

Mimi:

Safe.

 

Collins:

Damn.

 

Maureen:

I think I missed - don't get pissed.

 

All:

It was bad for me! Was it bad for you?

 

Maureen:

Move over!

 

Joanne:

Move over!

 

Roger:

It's over!

 

Mimi:

It's over!

 

Collins:

It's over.

 

I'll Cover You B

 

Mimi:

Angel was one of my closest friends. I knew we'd hit it off the

moment we met. That skinhead was bothering her, and she said that

she was

more of a man he'd ever be - and more of a woman then he'd ever

get.

 

Mark:

And then there was this time when he walked right up to this group

of tourists and they were petrified because A, they were obviously

lost and B, had probably never spoken to a drag queen before in their

lives. And he- she- offered to escort them out of Alphabet City,

and then let them take a picture

with her and then said she'd help them find the Circle Line.

 

Maureen:

You were so much more original then any of us. You'd find an old

tablecloth on the street and turn it into a dress and sure enough:

next year they'd be mass producing them at The Gap. You always

said how lucky you felt that we were all friends- but it was us,

wasn't it? We were the lucky ones.

 

Collins:

Live in my house, I'll be your shelter.

Just pay me back with one thousand kisses.

Be my lover, and I'll cover you.

Open your door, I'll be your tenant.

Don't got much baggage to lay at your feet.

But sweet kisses I've got to spare-

I'll be there and I'll cover you.

I think they meant it when they said you can't buy love-

now I know you can rent it, a new lease you were my love, on life....

All my life, I've longed to discover something as true as this is.

 

Soloist 1:

So with a thousand sweet kisses, I'll cover you.

With a thousand sweet kisses, I'll cover you.

With a thousand sweet kisses, I'll cover you.

With a thousand sweet kisses, I'll cover you.

 

Company:

525,600 minutes... 525,000 moments so dear... 525,600 minutes... 525,600 - measure a year.

 

Collins:

If you're cold and you're lonely....

You've got one nickel only....

When you're worn out and tired....

If your heart has expired!

 

Collins & company:

Oh lover, I'll cover you!

Oh lover, I'll cover you....

 

Company:

525,600 minutes... 525,000 seasons of love...


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