Filed under: Season 3
ratna.dmyt: Hows the new building?
erie.nugroho: It’s alright.
ratna.dymt: Seriously?
erie.nugroho: All right, all right. I love my new building. Damn rat, this building is like so cool. To the extreme. The view is amazing, but only if you get the side of the building where you can see all of Sudirman. Amazing how many buildings we have on that road.
ratna.dmyt: I’m so jealous right now. Totally. While the whole magazine division has moved to the new building, all the other divisions are here to rot in this…shit-hole.
erie.nugroho: Don’t say that rat. The BNI 46 building is a very nice building. It’s not bad.
ratna.dmyt: Well compared to the building you’re using now, ours look like a pig sty. By the way, what internet service are you using there?
erie.nugroho: Three letters. C B N.
ratna.dmyt: NO. How fast?
erie.nugroho: Facebook Home takes exactly half a second to open.
ratna.dmyt: I hate you so much right now Ri. How dare you leave me in this ugly building with the stupid coffee machine that never works and the shitty Telkom Speedy internet? You’re a traitor to the whole TV division you know. Just wait until tomorrow, when the whole building will find out of your new Talavera building and you’re oh so classy internet provider.
erie.nugroho: Chill my dear. But please, keep it on the down low. Anyway, if it makes you feel better, we have to walk to Citos to get Starbucks. For you, you just need to go down the elevators and wall-ah, it’s right there.
ratna.dmyt: True, true. So, why haven’t you gone home? Are you magazine people pulling an all-nighter tonight?
erie.nugroho: No. It’s just, I don’t know if I want to part from my new super speedy internet access anytime soon. Cecilia’s still in her office. It’s 7 p.m. and I have no idea why she hasn’t gone out of her office since she got back here from lunchtime. Usually she doesn’t even come back after lunch. I was just about to ask if she wants dinner. But she shut all her blinds, so I’m a bit weary.
ratna.dmyt: Ahahahaha, I wonder what she’s doing in there.
erie.nugroho: OMFG. You will never believe who just arrived on our floor.
ratna.dmyt: Who? Who?!
erie.nugroho: Charles and James. With their “mistresses”.
ratna.dmyt: OMG, are you serious? Like the four of them? Now?
erie.nugroho: C U. Time to greet them. Bye.
erie.nugroho has left the conversation.
Sudirman tonight: Erie Nugroho was indulged in an online chat with her friend Ratna Damayanti when they came. Two of the most powerful men in her company. One of them was Charles Muhammad, a Malaysian man sick of his country and has fled to Indonesia. Charles is head of the television division of Gondokusumo Media Group. He is a very tall, huge man with perfect english speaking skills. He looks smart, and really he is. Too bad his intentions usually include crushing people’s career and naked women. The other one is James Pudjiadi, executive director of all the divisions at Gondokusumo Media Group. Unlike Charles whose worked for his position, James easily earned a high-ranking position at his family’s company when he finished college.
While stupid Nate Archibald would easily turn down an opportunity at a high ranking career he feel he doesn’t deserve, there are people out there who would take those opportunities and let those other people, who deserve it more than him/her, to go fuck themselves instead. James is one of those people. He’s not smart and his english reeks of faked Australian accent with a dab of Singaporean accent, but he’s super rich. Like totally. The Gondokusumo Media Group is a very powerful company in Indonesia. They’re offices are based in the BNI 46, but the most recent stunt was taken by Cecilia Kusmulyana, the head of the magazine division. Who, under her own cost, moved the whole magazine division to the new Talavera office building in Cilandak. She is a powerful woman, and Erie was her assistant. The presence of Charles and James on this unusual night can only mean one thing. Someone is about to be taken down.
“Hello,” said Wanda, James’ beautiful, dark-haired, pixie-like assistant. “James and Charles would like to see Cecil,” she says to Erie. Wanda was Erie’s enemy. It was a mutual hate shared among them. But it was shared. Shared to the other assistant next to Wanda. Charles’ assistant, Stefani. Wanda and Stefani have been rooting for Erie’s job since forever, but Cecil gave it to Erie instead because Wanda and Stefani have been to devoted to James and Charles. And of course, Cecil new better than to give a job to someone associated with James and Charles. “I’ll check in to see if she would like to see anyone,” Erie replied.
At that remark, Stefani let out a low snort. Erie let it go. She didn’t want to start a fight in their new office. Expensive M.A.C. cosmetic might stain the carpets. Erie stood up from her chair and went towards the door near her desk. The door that would lead her to her boss’ office. She went in and shut the door. Cecilia Gondokusumo was wearing a YSL suit and was staring at the computer screen. She was 65 and stunning. Though she might look like Medusa’s mother at times, no one really knows how motherly she is. Cecilia looks up. “Yes?” she asks.
“I’m sorry to bother you ma’am. But Charles an-”
“Send them in,” she says immediately as she types something on her iMac. They used Windows in the old office. It was time for change. Erie nodded and headed for the door when Cecil looked up and said, “Oh and Erie, can you please call Audi, tell her that I’ll be missing the jet. She can just go ahead with her friends. Don’t forget to tell the pilot to come back as soon as they arrive in Bali. I’ll be leaving as soon as the jet gets back. I want you to go home now and pack. You’re coming with me. Call all the editors and tell them to cancel their summer plans, excuse the chief editors if they couldn’t cancel, but I expect all the junior editors to be there in Bali. Tell them to open their emails, I just sent them all the details.”
“Yes ma’am,” Erie says. Then she excuses her self and nods at Stefani and Wanda, who were currently laughing at something on Erie’s desk. Stefani and Wanda call their bosses from the waiting room and when they came back, Erie was already seated. There was a sofa across Erie’s desk, in which Stefani and Wanda sat in after their bosses went inside Cecil’s office. The room went silent. Stefani whispered something into Wanda’s ear. And then Wanda giggled. “Is that Chanel bag real or fake Erie?” asks Wanda slyly.
“It’s none of your business.” Stefani laughed at that reply. “Well then it must be fake,” said Stefani taking her Blackberry from her Chanel purse. She began to type her password and reply something that someone just sent her. Or probably she was just looking to see if she finally made it on Jakarta Social Blog*. “You have The Job Erie. You’re the assistant of the head of the magazine division for heavens sake. And you don’t even think of taking advantage? How stupid is that,” added Stefani. Erie decided it was those times she should defend herself by saying something she knew was going to make them look bad.
Erie sighed. “Well, Cecil bought me this purse for my birthday after she watched the ready to wear show in Paris. Where did you get your purse Stefani? Grand Indonesia? But I bet your boss didn’t buy it for you did he… What does he do? Oh yes, he’s the head of television. Does he get sex tapes of you and him for your birthday?” Wanda let a discreet laugh. Stefani, obviously defeated, shoved her elbow at Wanda. “Oow that hurt,” said Wanda at Stefani. Erie hid her smile and began to dial Audi.
Stasiun Kota: She got out of the train that just arrived from Garut. The speakers were still announcing the arrival of that train. She walked over to the A&W, which was where she was told to go to by her mother once she reached the train station. She saw an old man in a chauffeur’s uniform holding a small whiteboard with her name on it. It was the first embarrassing thing upon her first arrival in Jakarta. The board said a name she knew but never thought she would hear again; Dani Roitfeld.
Dani, only carrying a duffel bag with her, approached the man. He was being starred by the many people that passed him on that bustling evening in the train station. As Dani walked closer to him, she let out a kind smile, one of her best qualities. “You must be Dani,” said the driver in English. Dani looked at him once more and he was…Indonesian. Caught off guard, Dani replied in a stutter. “Y-yes, I am.” The driver, indicates her to follow him. They walk out of the authentic train station and Dani is led to a stunning black Mercedes Benz. The driver unlocks the car and opens a door to the back-seat for Dani. “Do you mind if I sit in front?” The driver closes the door and heads to the door in front of it. But before he could open it, Dani stopped him. “I-I can get that. You, you just start the car.” The driver smiled and Dani swore that he let out a little hidden laugh. Once seated, the driver asks, “Would you like Prambors or Trax FM?”
“Gen FM please,” replies Dani. The little hidden laugh then came again. But he was an expert in hiding it. Dani thought that his ability to hide laughs might be the reason why they sent him to pick her up from the train station.
The car slides through the streets of Sudirman with the engine rumbling really low. “That’s a really huge…hotel,” Dani says to the driver. “But why does it have a BCA tower?” she adds. Dani ignored the hidden laugh this time. She had gotten used to it. And the fact that city people think she’s a village freak.
“That is not just a hotel. That is a mall, an apartment, an office tower and a hotel all in one spot,” replied the driver.
“Seriously?” asks Dani.
“It’s called Grand Indonesia. Just officially opened today by the president.”
“Impressive. But, but it’s just so big. Although the land looks like it’s the same size as my uncle’s rice fields; or is it just me. And it looks so crowded this…this mall,” says Dani as the car passes through the Harvey Nichols banner that changes from the shades of brown to pink as you pass by it. “Welcome to Jakarta my dear…welcome to Jakarta,” replies the driver.
A few minutes later, the driver takes a left turn and heads into the toll road. “Wait a minute, didn’t the previous street sign say that the Soekarno Hatta airport was to the right?” asks Dani in a confused manner. Unclear things like this made her scared, panicked. “We’re not going there,” the driver said. “We’re going to a different airport, Halim Perdanakusuma. Ever heard of it?”
“No. I thought all the flights in Jakarta go through Soekarno Hatta,” she replied, trying to hide her panic. She was afraid that this was all a scam and that her mother had sold her to some wicked family that wanted to rape and abuse her. But the Mercedes should have comforted her thoughts, but still, it didn’t. Then came the reply: “There’s just one problem, they don’t take private planes at Soekarno Hatta.”
I used to rule the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sweep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own
I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemy’s eyes
Listen as the crowd would sing:
“Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!”
One minute I held the key
Next the walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand
I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can’t explain
Once you go there was never, never an honest word
That was when I ruled the world
Songs used:
Viva La Vida -Coldplay
* http://jakartasocial.wordpress.com
Filed under: Season 2
Sooner or later it all comes crashing down
Crashing down
When everyone’s around
I bet
You would’ve paid up all your cash down
Your cash down
And not make a sound
But everyone knows now
Everything suddenly became a blur as I reached that last high note Mikki helped me practice over and over again. That Whitney Houston song was the hardest song I ever practiced singing. Mikki was there to help me though. But even if she was a military general when training me that song hours before the show, she was still considerate. She gave me water break when she thought I needed it most, she invited me for lunch at Sushi Sei in P.S. because she said I looked weak (which I declined), and she printed me the lyrics. In her hard and stern military face, I could see the regret she had for mistreating me and singing my original solo performance at the Chanel Private Party the night before. I wish I had gone with her to have lunch. I haven’t eaten anything for the past five days except for those small Party Cube cheeses. People must think Mikki poisoned me or something. But it was all my fault. I felt woozy but didn’t do anything about it.
So you’re sad
About the moment you lost your love
Damn
You couldn’t see her leaving
You were gassed
And that’s sucks
Don’t it
Cause God yanked the rug and holding your heart will not help you breathe
When I fainted, I felt someone carrying me up in his arms. They felt like boy arms so thats why I came to the conclusion of using ‘him’. Unless it was Sharaz, she had manly arms. It was Samuel Santoso, the guy who played the male lead, Haku. Then when Samuel carried me up (which wasn’t in the script), my head throbbed from the noise. It was so loud. Really really loud. No other sound came close to what I heard. They sounded like people applauding. But never have I heard a crowd applauding that loud. Could it be because of the fact there were 4000 people? Or was it 3000? The light still hit my face, then it was all dark. Was I now in the backstage area? I heard people scrambling all around in their costumes and people barking in walkie-talkies (or to one another). It was crazy, hectic.
It all comes crashing down
It’s over really
It’s over really
It’s over really
It’s over really
I heard someone say, “Mikki! Mikki! Get ready, you’re singing again!” Then I heard someone hiss from the other side of the room. “I’m not singing without her permission?” The hiss was loud, but I didn’t think it was heard. The applause still went on. Then, from nowhere, my mouth made the urge to move. And in a croaky voice, now suddenly, with the backstage silent, I said, “Sing Mikki. Go, sing.”
It all comes crashing down
It’s over really
It’s over really
It’s over really
It’s over really
Then it went dark. I lost consciousness I think. But I heard her singing. She was great. Georgi
Sudirman today: Natalia, or as we all know, Na, walked down the hallway lit by white lights. It was a cold hallway so she was thankful that she brought with her the Proenza Schouler jacket. The hallway of the VIP section at the Harapan Kita Hospital was the coziest place out of all the hospitals in the city. The rooms are huge. Lots of floor space. Na walked until she reached a room in that hallway. She knocked on the door. A person came to the door and opened it. He made a ‘shhh’ signal to Na. The patient was asleep. Na nodded and pulled the guy out of the room. Her face looked very happy.
You fled from medication cause it only causes pain
you won’t go to the doctor he keeps calling you insane
You’re lost even when you’re going the right way
You mean the world to me even though you might
be crazy
“What is it?” asked G.
Na couldn’t help but smile. It was hard for her to speak. “What is it Na?” Na cleared the smile. She shook her body like it was being buzzed. “Okay okay,” Na said. “Jimmy asked me to move with him to France. Finish my high school in Paris, spend summers at Cannes and winter at his chateau.”
And you said we wouldn’t make it, but look how
far we’ve come
For so long my heart was breaking
But now we’re standing strong
The things you say, make me fall harder each day
You’re a trainwreck but I wouldn’t love you
if you changed
“He lives in France? I thought he’s Japanese?” G said.
“His mother, I can’t believe this is even true, is the creative director at Kenzo,” Na said ending the sentence in a squealing sound. She was about to jump and down over and over again, G thought. “He want’s me to live with him and his family there. He wants me to be like a Parisian socialite!”
No, Yeah
I shook your hand and you pulled it right away,
You asked me to dance instead, I said no way
Inside I was dying to give it a try and you begged me
so I stayed
i knew you were different from the way I caved
G shakes his head. “Wow, you’re going to have so much fun there,” he said to her. Na then shook her head. “No, no, we’re going to have so much fun there G. I’m taking you with me.” Right then, she pulled out an envelope from her Marc handbag. She handed it over to G. It was an envelope with the logo of Parsons Paris on the front. G looked confused. He then opened it and pulled the letter out from the beige colored. He scanned the letter. His face began to shine with a smile. He had baggy eyes, after staying up taking care of his sister. But now his face changed. He immediately, without notice hugs Na. It was a letter offering a teaching position for G.
We were so different, but opposites attract
So my hope kept growing and I never looked back
You’re one of a kind
No one can change this heart of mine
Oh
“Thank you Na!” G said with utter happiness. “Thank you so much!”
One more thing I thought I’d share with someone
special,
I’m falling like I’ve never fell before
It’s funny you said we’d never make it, and look how
far we’ve come
You’re a trainwreck
“You’re welcome G,” Na said.
But with you
“Thats what friends are for.”
I’m in love
END OF SEASON TWO
Songs used:
Sooner or Later -N.E.R.D.
Trainwreck -Demi Lovato
Filed under: Season 2
Sudirman today: It’s still Saturday. So here’s how the day went. The kids were asked to be at Hotel Mulia for a morning rehearsal from 8 a.m. to 2 a.m. Then they were asked to go home and get an afternoon nap (which no one really did), and be back at the theater at around 6 p.m. because the show will start at 8 p.m. But what interested everyone the most and made everyone flee from thoughts of a failure show was what the director of the show did during the company call in the morning before everything started. So, here’s how it went.
The whole cast and crew was gathered on the stage. The hall was huge. Really, really huge. All the three halls of Hotel Mulia were bared of its moveable walls and opened into this really huge open space. Since this play was based on a Japanese anime movie, and because the floors of the Hotel Mulia halls were carpeted, the school decided to make every guest sit on pillows of the same shape, size and color. One pillow for each person. Well, they were tatami pillows or whatever they may be called. They were in a light beige color. Almost pink. There were thousands of them lined perfectly all over the hall. Well, there were only 3000 pillows and it was said that the show was sold out. Ticket prices were at 200,000 rupiah for the side wings of the stage and for the part of the cushions facing the stage, they were prices at 300,000 rupiah. The Hotel Mulia workers were still placing the cushions under the deadly command of the committee mothers while the first company call of the day was held.
The director stood in front of the stage. He began talking. “Mikki Saunders, stand up.” Mikki was whispering and giggling to a friend while he said this. She didn’t hear him. The director glanced an evil eye toward her. Then he said again, louder this time. “Mikki Saunders STAND UP!” Mikki heard it this time and immediately shot upright, standing. She looked confused. She saw anger in the director’s eye. “You sang our finale song at the Chanel Party last night.” It wasn’t a question. It was a statement. Anger in his tone was noticed by the whole cast. They were listening intently now and pocketed their cell phones and all chatter stopped. Finally. “May I ask you why?”
“I-I,” stuttered Mikki. She did not know what to say. “I-I, I sang it because I thought it would give a good preview to the audience who haven’t bought a ticket yet to our show,” she continued. The director of the play was not pleased of her answer.
“Well next time! Next time! You don’t spoil a play’s finale song at a public event! And goddamn it Mikki, they all already had tickets! Last night, when you sang our finale with your introduction, we only had three spots left in the audience Mikki! So we didn’t need your personal promotion to boost the play! We put goddamn ads in the newspaper and magazines and radios and what not! We booked this HUGE hall for heavens sake!” the director shouted at her. He was walking all over the stage and at times not looking at Mikki while he said his monologue. Finally, when he was back at the center of the stage and had ended his monologue, he looked back at Mikki.
“As a punishment, I’m sorry Mikki, but I’m going to cancel your song after the curtain closes.” Whisper ran through the hall like wild fire. “Georgi,” he said out loud. Georgi then zoomed up in the air and was standing. “We’re changing your song Georgia. It’ll be I Have Nothing by Whitney Houston. I’ve seen Mikki sing this song,” he continues. He takes his wallet out of his pocket and exerts a card. He throws it to Georgi. Go to my suite. My iPod’s already docked to the speakers. Mikki go with her. Teach her the song. I’ll be there in an hour to teach you the dramatic directions alright Georgia? Can you both handle that without ripping each other hairs off?”
There was no answer.
“Oh well, we’ll just have to give it a try then,” the director said cooly. He snaps his fingers as a signal for the two girls to get going. And they do.
Georgi also notices the glaring eyes of Mikki upon her. But Georgi keeps walking forward, in front of Georgi. Mikki walked faster and now was beside Georgi. She leaned closer to her. They walked slower. “Georgi,” she said sweetly. But her voice was somewhat bitter. “Did you know my dad completely paid for the venue of all three shows? It cost around, I don’t know, probably 1 billion rupiah? I wonder what he’ll say when he doesn’t see me perform?” She turned and looked at Georgi. Georgi did not know how to react. But gallantly, Mikki opened the large double doors and turned around to head out. Georgi stopped walking. And the doors closed behind her. The bitch and the guilt, all at once. Too bad they’ll be locked in one room.
Showtime: The large chandeliers on the ceiling began to dim. The geisha-looking ushers began to show the last of the guests (all of whom were rich enough to pay for the front rows and show up late without pissing the other guests off). The gong was hit once and its sound echoed throughout the hall. Whispers started to fade and the usher geishas (who really were the 7th and 8th grade girls), barefoot as they were, began to rush. As soon as all the guests were seated (while some spots were still empty), the pre-installed curtain machine began to ramble and the closed curtains began to separate. Only the school could pull off pre-installed curtain machines at a hall with no theatrical values (or machines). The drums began to beat once again on the left side of the stage. There were 20 large drums drummed by 20 male students dressed in red and black ninja costumes. The beating began softly and in seconds they became louder and louder. And at their loudest bang, it stopped. On the right side of the stage, the Jakarta Philharmonic Orchestra began to pull the first note to the opening song and the play began.
Scene 1–Curios of a New World : “Chihiro, a sullen little girl, was moving to a new home with her family. On the way, her father missed a turn, got lost and decided to try an off-road trail. At the end of that trail, they stumbled upon an abandoned 90s amusement park. Chihiro and her parents saw a light coming from the end of the tunnel entrance to the amusement park. Curiosity went through Chihiro’s father and decided he would like to go through the tunnel. The spoiled and stubborn Chihiro, refused. This is the story of Chihiro and how she was, Spirited Away.”
Scene 2–The Bathhouse Comes Alive: “Run Chihiro, run! Run before it gets dark!” shouts Haku, played by Samuel Santoso. Chihiro, now still played by Mikki Saunders, runs to stage right. But spirits with black and white masks and large red cloaks started to walk slowly towards her direction. Mikki runs the other way, toward stage left, but the same spirits began to appear. The Jakarta Philharmonic Orchestra began to play rapidly, the violins, cellos and the trumpets and the drums as well. They played faster and faster. The stage, which was covered with light grew slowly dim. Then as the cloaked spirits approached Chihiro, played by Mikki Saunders, closer and closer they went, the song played faster. And suddenly, the lights were flashing on and off and so forth. The spirits had already made a shell all around Mikki. Covering her completely. Then at the height of it all, the hall went pitch black. The gong was banged, and it was loud. Immediately, the spirits huddled around Chihiro, spun around and broke the shell. Chihiro, had changed. Once played by Mikki, now Chihiro was replaced by Georgi.
Scene 3–In Yubaba’s Presence: “Yubaba is the owner of the bathhouse. She’s an old witch. Her magic turned your parents into pigs. She hates it when humans eat our spirit food without permission. Remember, you do not want to irritate, annoy or make her angry,” Rin began, played by Na. “People say she’s stingy, evil, sadistic and heartless. I agree, but she takes care of us. And she will take her of you. But be careful, be very very careful. Now go.” Chihiro, now played by Georgi, knocked on Yubaba’s doors. “Come in,” a croaky voice said from inside. It was sly. Sushila Soemarsono played her. Chihiro walked in Yubaba’s beautifully designed quarters. The mothers went overboard with this set.
Moments later in Scene 3: “So you want the job at the bathhouse eh?” Yubaba said with a croaky voice. It was husky. Sushila had made her voice perfect for the role. Chihiro nodded. “Okay fine, you’ll just need to sign your name on this paper,” Yubaba told her as she brought a paper and a feather pen towards Chihiro. Chihiro signed her name. Yubaba took back the paper and told Chihiro. “From now on, your name is Sen.” Chihiro nodded and repeated the name. “Go along Sen,” Yubaba said waving her hand indicating for her to leave in a rude way.
Scene 4–The River Spirit: It was morning in the play. Sen had just woke up. There were a row of beds on stage. Center stage. All filed with female students who played the women workers at the bathhouse. In the front stage area was a wooden bar that resembled those bars that kept you from falling of the edge of balconies. Rin was leaning on it. Sen walked towards Rin and leaned on the bars. “Rin,” Sen began. “How did you end up here?”
Rin sighed. She was played by Na. “You really want to know?” Rin looked at Sen awkwardly. “Yes, please,” said Sen sincerely. Rin began singing.
Something’s started crazy
Sweet and unknown
Something you keep
In a box on the street
Now it’s longing for a home
“I didn’t keep anything a secret,” Sen said.
And who can say what dreams are?
Wake me in time to be lonely and sad
And who can say what we are?
This is the season for dreaming
And now our bodies are the guilty ones
Who touch
And color the hours
Night won’t breathe
Oh how we
Fall into silence from the sky
And whisper some silver reply
“I dreamt nothing. But I still ended here. What’s your dream?”
Pulse is gone and racing
All fits and starts
Window by window
You try and look into
This brave new you that you are
“Have I changed?” Sen asked herself.
And who can say what dreams are?
Wake me in time to be out in the cold
And who can say what we are?
This is the reason for dreaming
And now our bodies are the guilty ones
Our touchWill fill every hour
Huge and dark
Oh our hearts
Will murmur the blues from on high
Then whisper some silver reply
And now our bodies are the guilty ones
Our touch
Will color hours
Night won’t breathe
Oh how we
Fall in silence from the sky
Then whisper some silver reply
“Really Sen,” Rin said. “That’s really the pattern of how we end up in this shitty bathhouse. Mind my language. I know that one day, I’ll find myself. I’ll get out of here. But I need to know my real name first. You have Haku thank goodness. He remembered your name for you. Just, try not to forget it.” Rin put one hand around Sen to comfort her. “Work in the bathhouse gets really hard that you forget your past life completely. Never let that happen Sen. Your name is like your passport in this world.”
“You know about passports?” Sen asked.
“I got lost her too. It was a long time ago.”
Scene 6–No-Face the Monster:
c’est pas possible cet amour, c’est incroyable.
Tu me fais transpirer, c’est parfait
Working so hard every night and day
And now we get the pay back
Trying so hard saving up the paper
Now we get to lay back
Sharaz Azzahra, a spirit monster in a black cloak with a white mask, ripped the costume off. Kept the mask. And underneath was a black tutu. She wore golden bangles and golden ballet shoes. While singing the song. As part of the set, the workers of the bathhouse worshipped her. From all sides of the backstage, golden coins were thrown towards the stage. The Narrator had mentioned that the monster could procure fake gold out of his hands. The workers of the bathhouse would then simply be addicted
Champagne kisses hold me in your lap of luxury
I only want to fly first class desires, you’re my limousine
So elegant the way we ride, our passion it just multiplies
There’s platinum lightning in the sky
Look I’m livin’ like a queen
This kind of love is getting expensive
We know how to live baby
We’re luxurious like Egyptian cotton
We’re so rich in love we’re rollin’ in cashmere
Got it in fifth gear baby
Diamond in the rough is looking so sparkly
Working so hard every night and day
And now we get the pay back
Trying so hard saving up the paper
Now we get to lay back
Cha-ching cha-ching we’re loaded and we’re not gonna blow it
cha-ching cha-ching we’re hooked up with the love cause we grow it
cha-ching cha-ching we got hydroponic love and we’re smokin’
cha-ching cha-ching we burn it you and I, we are so lit
Tu est si jolie c’est pas possible. C’est jamais assez… c’est jamais assez.
Tu me fais plein. Toutes les choses tu me fais sentir, c’est parfait.
Je suis bien avec toi… je suis bien
Scene Eight–The Final Quiz: There were eight pigs on the stage. Standing beside them was Yubaba, the evil witch. “Now Sen,” Yubaba began to say to Sen who was standing in front of her. “You need to choose, which of these eight pigs are your parents. If you succeed, I will transform them back into human and you are free to go.” She said it menacingly. Her voice was also sly. Yubaba was played by Sushila anyway. She was sly all the way through.
Sen, still played by Georgi, thought. Then came the answer.
“None of them are my parents,” she said. The stage shook and the lights flashed on and off, then the pigs jumped in the air. They were students who played the workers at the bathhouse. As they jumped, the students took of their pig costume and underneath was their bathhouse costume. They all shouted in cheers, together with the other bathhouse workers present to see Sen test. Sen, now Chihiro, was free to go, so she ran across the wooden bridge (whose creation was debated endlessly, cause it was a bridge, on stage). On the other end of the bridge she met Haku. The aura on stage suddenly turned serious. Not was it the saddest part of the play, but it was the one with the hardest song.
“Your parents are waiting for you across the river. They will remember nothing. Now walk and don’t look back. I’ll take you there. But you must not look at me. I will stand beside you. You can speak to me, but looking at me will count as looking back,” Haku told her.
“I’ll miss you. When will I see you again?” Chihiro asked.
“As soon as possible.”
Share my life; take me for what I am
Cause I’ll never change all my colors for you
Take my love, I never asked for too much
Just all that you are and everything that you do
I don’t really need to look Very much further
I don’t want to have to go Where you don’t follow
I won’t hold it back again This passion inside
Can’t run from myself, there’s no where to hide
Don’t make close one more door
I don’t want to hurt any more
Stay in my arms if you dare
Or Must I imagine you’re there?
Don’t walk away from me
I have nothing, nothing, nothing,
If I don’t have you, You, you, you, you.
You see through, right to the heart of me
You break down my walls
with the strength of your love
I never knew, love like I’ve known it with you
When our memories survive Uh one I can hold on to
I don’t really need to look very much further
I don’t want to have to go where you don’t follow
I won’t hold it back again this passion inside
I can’t run from myself there’s no where to hide
Your love I remember forever
But don’t make me close one more door
I don’t want to hurt any more
Stay in my arms if you dare
Or must I imagine you’re there
Don’t walk away from me
I have nothing, nothing, nothing.
Don’t make me close one more door
I don’t want to hurt any more
Stay in my arms if you dare
Or must I imagine you’re there
Don’t walk away from me no
Don’t walk away from me
Don’t you dare walk away from me!
I have nothing, nothing, nothing
If I don’t have you, you, If I don’t–
Then something that wasn’t supposed to happen, happened. Georgi fainted. On stage.
Songs used:
The Guilty Ones -Spring Awakening
Luxurious -Gwen Stefani
I Have Nothing -Jennifer Hudson (Idol Version)
