The Author of the Grayson Play Part 1 - Mason Treadwell

[End] I met a little girl with tears in her eyes. She begged me to listen, to uncover the lies. Her father was innocent, the victim of betrayal. But honestly, my darlings, no one would pay for this portrayal. Victoria smiled and opened her purse. And forgotten was poverty's terrible curse. So I took the money, I took the fame. And I dragged David Clarke right into shame! Because I’m the Author! I hold the pen! I turn saints into sinners and back again! The truth is so boring, the truth is so dry. The public is hungry for a beautiful lie! I wrote the history, I sold the plot. Whether it’s true... or not! But then comes a shadow from the past. Wanting a rewrite, wanting it fast. She threatened exposure, she threatened my name. But Victoria Grayson plays a dangerous game. I stood at the podium, looked at the crowd. And I shouted the lie, I shouted it out loud! "Could I have been wrong?" - I have to stay strong "The answer I am afraid to say..." "Is a resounding no for the Grayson play." Because I’m the Author! I hold the pen! I turn saints into sinners and back again! The truth is so boring, the truth is so dry. The public is hungry for a beautiful lie! , looked at the crowd. And I shouted the lie, I shouted it out loud! "Could I have been wrong?" - I have to stay strong "The answer I am afraid to say..." "Is a resounding no for the Grayson play." Because I’m the Author! I hold the pen! I turn saints into sinners and back again! The truth is so boring, the truth is so dry. The public is hungry for a beautiful lie! Fire! Fire! It’s eating the pages! A burning conclusion to my golden ages! The flames destroy it all! The words disappear! My life’s work is vanishing, year after year! The truth survives, but the fiction is dead! It’s all going up in flames over my head! [Chorus] (Loud, catchy, Big Band explosion)