SCOOTER (Cocky, not phased at all): Thanks for the memory, you gave me today, Just like the memory back, from... uh, far away... You were there... as lovely as... uh...shit... what rhymes with "Mona Lisa"? Oh... whatever, doesn’t matter... (pause) Mona Pizza! SCOOTER: See I have my lines hidden behind this newspaper, I can't get it wrong now. I'll be the master of the stage, and you'll see how! SCOOTER (Laughs to himself, totally unbothered): Oops, I guess I forgot a line or three, But hey, it's me, what else do they need to see? No script can hold a guy like me down, I’m better off freestyling—yeah, I’m the talk of the town! SCOOTER (With a wink to the audience): See, I don’t need their lines, I’m on a roll, I’m the star, baby, I’m in control! Who cares if I can’t recall the plot? I’ll just make it up—watch me tie this knot! CHORUS (Cheerfully, totally confident): I’m making it up, as I go along, No need for the script, my charm’s too strong! Who needs the words when you’ve got this face? I’m taking the stage at my own pace! SCOOTER (Arrogantly): Who needs a rhyme when you’ve got the swag? The audience loves me—they’ll wave the white flag! I’ve got the moves, I’ve got the flair, And with these looks, who needs to care? SCOOTER (Getting even cockier): What was that line? Meh, it’s all the same. I’ll just keep going—it’s part of the game! The writers think they’ve got something to prove, But trust me, folks, I’m in the groove! CHORUS (Bigger, with even more swagger): I’m making it up, and it’s all so fine, Forget their words, I’ll just say mine! No need for panic, I’m cool as ice, Improvising is way more nice! SCOOTER (Pausing mid-song, breaking character briefly, almost amused): Wait... where are we again? What scene is this? Doesn’t matter, I’ll give it a twist. The story’s a mess, but that’s okay, I’m Scooter, baby, I’ll lead the way! FINAL CHORUS (Full of arrogance and self-adoration): I’m making it up, as I go along, Who needs to rehearse when you’re this strong? The plot’s a blur, but look at me shine, This whole show’s better, ‘cause the spotlight’s mine! SCOOTER (Ending with a smirk, striking a dramatic pose): So yeah, I’m making it up, And guess what? I’m still the best. Who needs the script? I’ve already aced the test.
