Heathers The Musical 01 - Beautiful

Текст песни "Heathers The Musical — 01 - Beautiful"

VERONICA:
September 1st, 1989
Dear Diary,
I believe I'm a good person.
You know, I think that there's good in everyone, but here we are…
First day of senior year!
And, uh, I look around at these kids that I've known all my life and I ask myself «What happened?»

ENSEMBLE:
Freak!
Slut!
Burnout!
Bug-eyes!
Poser!
Lardass!

VERONICA:
We were so tiny
Happy and shiny
Playing tag and getting chased

ENSEMBLE:
Freak!
Slut!
Loser!
Short bus!

VERONICA:
Singing and clapping
Laughing and napping
Baking cookies, eating paste

ENSEMBLE:
Bull-dyke!
Stuck up!
Hunchback!

VERONICA:
Then we got bigger
That was the trigger
Like the Huns invading Rome

ENSEMBLE:
Ugh!
Ow!

VERONICA:
Oh, sorry!
Welcome to my school
This ain't no high school
This is the thunderdome
Hold your breath and count the days
We're graduating soon

ENSEMBLE:
White trash!

VERONICA:
College will be paradise
If I'm not dead by June!
But I know, I know
Life can be beautiful
I pray, I pray
For a better way
If we changed back then
We could change again
We can be beautiful

HIPSTER DORK:
Ow!

VERONICA:
Just not today
Hey, are you okay?

HIPSTER DORK:
Get away, nerd!

VERONICA:
Oh, okay.

ENSEMBLE:
Freak!
Slut!
Cripple!
Homo!
Homo!
Homo!

VERONICA:
Things'll get better
Soon as my letter
Comes from Harvard, Duke, or Brown
Wake from this coma
Take my diploma
Then I can blow this town
Dream of ivy covered walls
And smoky French cafes

RAM:
Watch it!

VERONICA:
Fight the urge to strike a match
And set this dump ablaze!

RAM:
Oooops…

VERONICA:
Ram Sweeney— third year as linebacker and eighth year of smacking lunch trays and being a huge dick.

RAM:
What did you say to me, skank?

VERONICA:
Ahhh, nothing!
But I know, I know
Life can be beautiful
I pray, I pray
For a better way
We were kind before
We can be kind once more
We can be beautiful!
AGH!
Hey Martha

MARTHA:
Hey.

VERONICA:
Martha Dunnstock— my best friend since diapers.

MARTHA:
We on for movie night tonight?

VERONICA:
Yeah, you're on jiffy pop detail.

MARTHA:
I rented «The Princess Bride»!

VERONICA:
Hahaha, again? Wait, don't you have it memorized by now?

MARTHA:
What can I say? I'm a sucker for a happy ending!

KURT:
MARTHA DUMPTRUCK! WIDE LOAD! HONK! HAHA!

VERONICA:
Kurt Kelly— quarterback. He is the smartest guy on the football team…which is kind of like being the tallest dwarf.

KURT:
Haha! HONK HONK!

VERONICA:
HEY! Pick that up right now!

KURT:
I'm sorry, are you actually talking to me?

VERONICA:
Yes I am! I wanna know what gives you the right to pick on my friend. You're a high school has-been waiting to happen, a future gas station attendant.

KURT:
You have a zit right there.

ENSEMBLE:
Hahahahaha!

VERONICA:
Dear Diary.
Why?

HIPSTER DORK:
Why do they hate me?

YOUNG REPUBLICANETTE:
Why don't I fight back?

KURT:
Why do I act like such a creep?

VERONICA:
Why?

MARTHA:
Why won't he date me?

RAM:
Why did I hit him?

PREPPY STUD:
Why do I cry myself to sleep?

VERONICA:
Why?

ENSEMBLE:
Somebody help me
Somebody fix me
Somebody save me
Send me a sign, God
Give me some hope here
Something to live for!
Ahh, Heather, Heather, and Heather…

VERONICA:
And then there's the Heathers. They float above it all.

ENSEMBLE:
I love
Heather, Heather, and Heather…

VERONICA:
Heather McNamara— head cheerleader. Her dad is loaded. He sells engagement rings.
Heather Duke— runs the yearbook. No discernible personality, but her mom did pay for implants.
And Heather Chandler— the almighty. She is a mythic bitch.

They're solid Teflon. Never bothered, never harassed.
I would give anything to be like that.

HIPSTER DORK:
I'd like to be their boyfriend!

ENSEMBLE:
That would be beautiful!

STONER CHICK:
If I sat at their table, guys would notice me!

ENSEMBLE:
So beautiful!

MARTHA:
I'd like them to be nicer.

ENSEMBLE:
That would be beautiful

BELEAGUERED GEEK:
I'd like to kidnap a Heather and photograph her naked in an abandoned warehouse and leave her tied up for the rats.

H. DUKE.:
BLUEEEEH

H. CHANDLER.:
Grow up, Heather. Bulimia's so ‘87.

H. MCNAMARA:
Maybe you should see a doctor, Heather.

H. DUKE:
Yeah Heather, maybe I should.

MS. FLEMING:
Ah, Heather, Heather…

H. DUKE:
BLUEEEEH

MS. FLEMING:
And Heather.
Perhaps you didn't hear the bell over all the vomiting. You're late for class."

H. CHANDLER:
Heather wasn't feeling well. We're helping her.

MS. FLEMING:
Not without a hall pass, you're not. Week's detention.

VERONICA:
Um, actually, Ms. Fleming, all four of us are out on a hall pass. Yearbook committee.

MS. FLEMING:
I see you're all listed. Hurry up and get where you're going.

H. CHANDLER:
This is an excellent forgery. Who are you?

VERONICA:
Uh, Veronica. Sawyer. I crave a boon.

H. CHANDLER:
What boon?

VERONICA:
Um. Let me sit at your table, just once, no talking necessary. If people think you guys tolerate me then they'll leave me alone.

HEATHERS:
*laughing*

VERONICA:
Before you answer, I also do report cards, permission slips, and absence notes.

H. DUKE:
How about prescriptions?

H. CHANDLER:
Shut up Heather!

H. DUKE:
Sorry Heather!

H. CHANDLER:
For a greasy little nobody, you do have good bone structure.

H. MCNAMARA:
And a symmetrical face. If I took a meat cleaver down the center of your skull I'd have matching halves. That's very important.

H. DUKE:
Of course you could stand to lose a few pounds.

H. CHANDLER:
And you know, you know, you know
This could be beautiful
Mascara, maybe some lip gloss
And we're on our way
Get this girl some blush
And Heather, I need your brush
Let's make her beautiful

H. DUKE:
Let's make her beautiful

H. MCNAMARA:
Let's make her beauty…

HEATHERS:
Beautiful!
Okay?

VERONICA:
Okay!

KURT:
Out of my way, geek!

BELEAGUERED GEEK:
I don't want trouble!

RAM:
You're gonna die at 3pm!

YOUNG REPUBLICANETTE/NEW AGE PARTY GIRL:
Don't you dare touch me
Get away pervert!

HIPSTER DORK:
What did I ever do to them?

ENSEMBLE:
Who could survive this?
I can't escape this
I think I'm dying

MS. FLEMING:
Who's that with Heather?

ENSEMBLE:
Whoa!
Heather, Heather, Heather

GIRLS:
And someone!

ENSEMBLE:
Heather, Heather, Heather

BOYS:
And a babe!

ENSEMBLE:
Heather, Heather, Heather

MARTHA:
Veronica?

ENSEMBLE:
Veronica, Veronica, Veronica!

VERONICA:
And you know, you know, you know!
Life can be beautiful!
You hope, you dream, you pray!
And you get your way!
Ask me how it feels
Looking like hell on wheels!
My god, it's beautiful!

ENSEMBLE:
Beautiful!

VERONICA:
I might be beautiful!

ENSEMBLE:
Beautiful!

VERONICA:
And when you're beautiful
It's a beautiful frickin' day!

ENSEMBLE:
Heather, Heather, Heather, Veronica!
Heather, Heather, Heather, Veronica!
Veronica!
Veronica!
Veronica!
Veronica!