Our Finest Dreams

Years from now, people will talk about us.
One Christmas Eve, four penniless and ragged sisters
put on an operatic tragedy for all of Concord!
Oh, Jo, no!
Filled with blood and guts!
Two massacres, a masked ball and several heart wrenching scenes.
We'll dim the lights,
The crowd will hush.
We'll start the overture
And Beth will surely blush.
And when Clarissa starts to plead,
Christmas will exceed our finest dreams.
Jo, do I die again in this one?
Yes!
Meg you will die
Like none before.
The world will shudder
When your body hits the floor!
For when Rodrigo makes you bleed,
Christmas will exceed our finest dreams!
Now Amy: as Clarissa
Only passion is permissible.
This tragedy depends upon The fire in your eyes.
And Beth: when you're the mother,
You'll be noble, you'll be pure.
All hearts will melt the moment mother cries.
Let us begin!
AHA!
Mother, dear mother, do not cry.
No, no, no, no, no. Amy. Expression! From the heart.
Mother! Oh no, dear Mother! Do not cry!
Mother. Oh no, dear-
Jo, I am teased and ridiculed at school and all that concerns you is your silly little tragedy.
I know you're tired.
I know it's hard.
But we will triumph when Rodrigo yells 'en garde'!
Touche!
Our success is guaranteed!
Christmas will be thrilling;
Christmas will be gory!
Christmas will exceed our finest dreams.
I've made an important decision today.
As you all know I've been writing stories forever
with much satisfaction.
And people seem to like what I write.
We love it, Jo!
Absolutely! So I've decided
I'm going to become a world renowned writer.
I shall write great books and earn barrels of money and I will give you everything you've ever dreamed of!
Oh Jo!
Jo can do anything!
But we must promise to remain just as we are.
Solid like a fortress.
No matter whatever happens, we must promise that it will always be the four March sisters- forever.
Forever!
Come, let us rehearse!
I've got my boots and hat,
My moustache is curled.
I'm making my entrance now, With curtains unfurled!
I'll show them all
I'm no little woman
In a dress all buttoned
And pearled.
I'm ready to take a bow.
I've taken a solemn vow.
With all that I am
Somehow.
My dearest Mama, there will be Christmas after all!
Christmas!
Christmas!
Christmas!
Christmas!
Will exceed our finest dreams!



Credits
Writer(s): Terry Steven Lewis, Philip Oakey, Adrian Philip Wright, James Samuel Harris Iii
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