When the Day Met the Night (My musical)

[Razgat]

((Ok, here's my musical. I've probably told some of you the gist of it, and I never really found out how to write it, but I decided to just wing it. By the way, this beginning might change. I only thought it up this afternoon.))

1938

*The scene show's a little girl with long, wavy, light brown hair in a nightgown with a woman following behind her. The woman has extremely long raven hair and is very pale. She also has a round face and big eyes. The woman follows the little girl into small room where a soft, little bed is in one corner. The little girl runs and jumps onto it while the woman pulls up a stool to sit beside her.*

Twyla(Little girl)- "Mommy, I'm not sleepy yet. Please, can I stay up a little longer?" *The little girl sticks out her lower lip and stares at her mother with pleading eyes.*

The Mother- *She smiles and runs her hand through her daughter's hair.* "Alright. What would you like to hear?"

Twyla- *She suddenly bounces with excitement.* "A story about a princess, or a queen, or a ballerina!"

The Mother- *She raises an eyebrow.* "Hm, so it's those three is it?" *She raises a finger to her chin and pretends to be in deep thought.* "Hm...Perhaps a love story?"

Twyla- *Her eyes widen and she opens her mouth with awe.* "Yeah, a great love story. One with a happy ending!" *The little girl stares at her mother for a moment.* "One about you, Mommy. I want to hear a love story about you."

The Mother- *Her eyes widen in surprise.* "Why..Why would you want to hear a story about me?"

Twyla- "I want to hear about your prince, Mommy. I want to hear about my Daddy." *She's silent for a moment.* "I do have one...don't I?"

The Mother- *She is obviously upset and isn't sure what to say. She suddenly smiles.* "Of course you do, Darling. It's such a wonderful story. It was back when Mommy lived in the city, and do you know what? I used to be a ballerina."

Twyla- *amazed* "REALLY?!"

Mother- *nodding* "Yes, I used to go to school there. I was training to become the next Prima, and I hoped to even perform in the French Opera House. That was my dream."

[TEAM_DERRICK]

(Insert meaningful, project appreciating/critiquing comment here)

[Razgat]

Well, that's just the opening. I was trying to do a little research. The music will come in soon.

[Monika]

Needs more Veralice, IMO. Can't be a musical without a villain, amirite? AMIRITE?!?!?!? WILL GIVE PROPER CRITIQUE ONCE I HEAR IT

[Razgat]

The villain is about to show up, actually. I'm just in the process of typing it. It never occured to me that I had never actually given any of my characters names. T.T

[Razgat]

June 12, 1922
New York City

*The scene starts with a young girl of about eight showing up to a prestigious ballet school. She is dressed luxuriously and is taken by the hand by a tall woman. She leads her inside, and you see scenes of dancing and such. As you watch, you see the girl age. The Mother speaks during this.* (Just imagine classical music in the background. Any music is fine.)

Mother- “I studied there for years. I was a top student there, and I knew I would make it as a dancer, but I wanted more.”

*You see the girl at age 17 be introduced to a young man named Alexander Chancellor. He is tall, thin, and wears a fine suit and hat. He has black hair combed back and a thin mustache. The girl blushes as he kisses her hand, and they smile at each other.*

Mother- I became engaged at the age of eighteen to a young aristocrat. This was my shot at fame. He would guide me to my dream. He was my angel.”

June 16, 1932
New York City

*The scene shows a ballet studio where a few young women are practicing. A girl among them named May Chandra. She is the girl from before, but she’s much older now. She is very curvy with a round face, and her wavy, raven hair is pulled up into a bun. Her skin is nearly white, and her lips are round. Her eyes are very large and blue. The girls in the studio are all leaning against the bar, practicing, when there is a knock on the door. An old woman comes in, interrupting the lesson, with a telegram.*

Dance Instructor- “Yes, yes, what is it? We have very important practicing to continue.”

Old woman- “I’m terribly sorry, but I have a telegram for Miss Chandra from a Mr. Chancellor.”

May- *She immediately perks up and her eyes brighten.* “Yes, I’m Miss Chandra. What does it say?”

Old woman- *She turns to May and looks down at the telegram, reading it to herself slowly.* “It says here that he will meet you in the evening.”

May- *She smiles brightly.* “Oh, thank you.”

Instructor- *Interrupting* “Yes, that’s enough now. We all get the picture.” *She talks as she gently pushes the old woman out of the studio. She turns around to see all the girls looking and whispering at May. She frowns and claps her hands.* “Girls! Girls! Enough with this, now back to practice.”

*The scene changes to a bedroom. It’s very luxurious with many silks and soft, blue colors. A vanity sits on one end of the room with changing screens to the left of it. There is a window on the far wall with silk curtains flowing over it. The bed is on the left wall. It’s somewhat small, but is covered with silks and fur. The closet is to the left of it. There is also a small ivory chest in front of the bed with a few personal belongings inside. May walks inside with a friend, Emily, following her.*

Emily- “Where are you going this time?”

May- *Goes behind changing screens.* “I don’t know. He hasn’t told me.”

Emily- *She sits on the bed.* “I still can’t imagine that someone as young as you is engaged! And he’s rich, too! You sure are lucky.”

May- *She comes out from behind the screens. She is now dressed in a blue silk dress. She sits over at her vanity and begins to put crystal pins in her hair.* “Yes, but I’m not engaged to him just because he’s rich. He’s the one who can make my dream come true.” *May smiles and starts day dreaming*

Emily- *She rolls her eyes and gets up from the bed.* “Well, I…oh?” *Music can be heard from outside. Emily crosses the room to check. Two men stand beside the street below playing a saxophone and trumpet for money. Emily frowns.* “It’s those swingers again. Honestly, can’t they find somewhere else to go?”

May- * She snaps out of her daze.* “Maybe the don’t have anywhere else. That’s why they come here, to the city. Just about anything can happen here.”

((I know it might be a little boring now, and I know there's no music yet, but there will be in the next post. Trust me, it will get better.))

[Razgat]

* The next scene is from a dirt road. Four men are standing at the side of the road, holding out their thumbs to try and hitch a ride. The first is a tall man with brown, bushy hair and a small mustache. He has a normal, striped button down shirt and dress pants. Beside him is a large bundle of boxes all tied together with a lot of binding. The next is a tall, lean young man with a long face and light brown hair. He’s dressed the same, but he has a thin tie. Next to him is a trumpet, trombone, guitar, and violin case. The third is a large black man dressed like the others. He’s very muscular and is much taller than the others. Next to him is a saxophone, clarinet, guitar, and viola case. The last is a lean young man. He’s the only one with a jacket. He has medium length, golden blonde hair, and he almost seems to glow in the sun. He has no cases. The four all stand on the side of the road until a delivery truck rolls by. It stops just ahead of them, and the driver comes out to ask where they’re headed.*

Jim(black man)- “We’re headed for The Big Apple. Can you give us a lift?”

Driver- *Nods* “You gotta load the stuff yourself, though. My back’s pretty weak now with my age, and their ain’t nothin’ but a few chickens back there. Hope you don’t mind the smell.”

Nick(blonde boy)- *Perking up and grabbing some of the other men’s bags.* “No, no, we don’t mind at all, do we fellas?”

All- *They all agree and start packing their bags onto the truck. There are a few crates inside for them to sit on along with about six chickens clucking around. The scurry away from the boys. Jim and Robert( man with light brown hair ) sit on one long crate while George (mustache man) sits in the corner on a pile of straw. Nick sits on a small crate opposite of Jim and Robert. The truck starts off, and they all hang on to the instruments to keep them from sliding.*

Nick- “This is it, fellas, this is it.”

Robert- “You say that every ride.”

Jim- “Let’s hope it doesn’t end like the last one.” *Says this with a hint of agitation.*

George- *Moaning* “Don’t remind me.”

Nick- *Quickly interrupting* “Hey, hey, hey, fellas, let’s not dwell on the past. This time it’s true. We really are headed to New York. The Big Apple. We can finally start our careers!”

Robert- *Leaning forward, squinting his eyes.* “Incase you haven’t noticed, musicians don’t exactly make that much money nowadays.”

Nick- *Leans forward with a serious face.* “Duke Ellington, Ira and George Gershwin, Benny Goodman. All of them great musicians! You’ve heard “It Don’t Mean A Thing.” We could sing the next hit like that. We could be the next Duke Ellington.”

Robert- *Leans back* “Yeah, it’s not so easy. You can’t just waltz in and expect to get endorsed. We’ve got to sell.”

Nick- *Scoffs and leans back* “Let’s just have some fun. How’s about it, Jim? Play us a tune?”

Jim- *Picks up his guitar case and unlocks it.* “It’s gonna be a long ride. Might as well.”