Oh, You Meant the Prince?

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Alaric and FuFu

strattonel

alternative rock, theatrical, hard rock

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[Opening — harp, flute, distant choir]
[F, singing softly:]
Deep within an ancient tower,
Past the thorns and past the gate,
Someone brave had faced the darkness
And had met a dreadful fate.
There I found him, pale and wounded,
Hidden where no stars could shine,
Still defiant, still courageous—
[She notices the sword.]
Oh...
[Celesta sparkles.]
...my.
[Verse 1]
He had battled seven goblins,
He had challenged something huge,
He had stood his ground with honor
When a wiser man might scoot.
He had saved a dozen villagers,
Then tried to save twelve more,
Which explains why I discovered him
Unconscious on the floor.
So I lifted up the fallen Prince,
And said, “You're safe with me.”
Then something caught the candlelight...
[romantic strings]
Beside his injured knee.
[Pre-Chorus]
A silver blade with golden runes,
A moonstone in the guard,
Perfectly balanced, gorgeous grip—
M:
Getting rescued is quite hard.
F:
Shhh.
I'm having a moment.
[Chorus]
Oh, look at that sword!
What a beautiful sword!
Like a wish upon a star
That somebody sharpened!
Look at those lines!
Look at that shine!
Is that ancient elven silver?
M:
It's mine.
F:
That's adorable.
It's perfectly weighted,
Enchantingly plated,
And somehow I suddenly know—
I crossed every mountain
And stormed through this tower...
[dreamily]
And now I know why I had to go!
M:
For me?
F:
...
Sure.
[Verse 2]
I carried him through secret halls,
I phased us through a wall.
I caught him when he tried to walk
And watched him promptly fall.
M:
I can manage!
F:
You're bleeding.
M:
'Tis nothing!
F:
You've been stabbed.
M:
Merely twice!
F:
You heroic types are exhausting.
But his sword remained beside us,
Glittering beneath the moon.
And every time I looked at it—
[violins swell ridiculously]
My heart went—
Woodland Choir:
Thump-Thuumppp--Thhuuummmmp!
F:
Exactly!
[Pre-Chorus]
He told me of his kingdom,
Of the crown he'd someday wear.
Of his lonely royal childhood—
F, distracted:
Does the pommel have a bear?
M:
A lion.
F:
Oh!
Even better!
M:
Were you listening?
F:
Almost entirely.
[Chorus]
Oh, look at that sword!
That incredible sword!
Every Princess dreams someday
Her true love will appear!
So noble and bright!
A glorious sight!
And conveniently already here!
[M, hopefully:]
You mean me?
F:
No, the sword.
[orchestral sting]
F:
I mean—
You're also nice.
You're daring! You're handsome!
You're noble and charming!
You've cheekbones that sculptors adore!
But buddy, that blade
Has completely upstaged
Whatever this song was about before!
[Bridge — M gets the sincere heroic ballad]
F:
You thought being brave meant standing
When you barely stood a chance.
You thought heroes never faltered,
Never yielded circumstance.
But sometimes courage means surviving.
Sometimes heroes need a hand.
Sometimes strength is letting someone
Help you find the strength to stand.
You don't have to face each monster
Just to prove your heart is true.
[M, touched]:
Rebecca...
F:
There's a whole wide world that needs you.
And I'm glad I rescued you.
[M smiles. Music becomes achingly romantic.]
M:
Then perhaps when I recover—
F:
Oh!
M:
Yes?
F:
You're awake enough to consent now!
M:
To...what?
F:
Can I hold your sword?
M:
I suppose—
[MAGICAL CHIME]
F:
AAAAAAAAH!
[Final Chorus — huge key change]
LOOK AT THIS SWORD!
I'M HOLDING THE SWORD!
Woodland Choir:
SHE'S HOLDING THE SWOOOOORD!
F:
It's even more amazing
Than I possibly dreamed!
The balance! The grip!
The magical script!
M:
Please don't—
F:
IT GLOWS WHEN I SWING!
M:
Yes, that's what I—
F:
IT GLOWS!
I've rescued the Prince!
I've broken the curse!
I've learned something touching today!
That bravery's wonderful,
Friendship is powerful—
[She starts walking away.]
And I'm taking this sword, okay?
M:
WHAT?
[Music stops.]
F:
Consider it my rescue fee.
M:
That's the ancestral blade of my kingdom!
F:
I'll take really good care of it.
M:
Rebecca!
[Finale resumes at double grandeur.]
F:
So farewell, handsome Prince!
May your kingdom adore you!
May happiness knock at your door!
You thought you'd found love
With the girl who came for you—
[F raises the sword; it sparkles.]
But I found something more!
Woodland Choir:
THE SWOOOOOOORD!
M:
MY SWOOOOOOORD!
F:
OUR SWOOOOOOORD!
M:
That's not how ownership works!
F, disappearing through a portal:
BYEEEEEE!
[Huge orchestral ending]
[Tiny post-credit reprise]
M, distant:
Rebecca!
F:
I'm naming her Sparkles.
M:
HER NAME IS DAWNFIRE!
F:
Sparkles Dawnfire!
[magic chime]

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[Opening — harp, flute, distant choir] [F, singing softly:] Deep within an ancient tower, Past the thorns and past the gate, Someone brave had faced the darkness And had met a dreadful fate. There I found him, pale and wounded, Hidden where no stars could shine, Still defiant, still courageous— [She notices the sword.] Oh... [Celesta sparkles.] ...my. [Verse 1] He had battled seven goblins, He had challenged something huge, He had stood his ground with honor When a wiser man might scoot. He had saved a dozen villagers, Then tried to save twelve more, Which explains why I discovered him Unconscious on the floor. So I lifted up the fallen Prince, And said, “You're safe with me.” Then something caught the candlelight... [romantic strings] Beside his injured knee. [Pre-Chorus] A silver blade with golden runes, A moonstone in the guard, Perfectly balanced, gorgeous grip— M: Getting rescued is quite hard. F: Shhh. I'm having a moment. [Chorus] Oh, look at that sword! What a beautiful sword! Like a wish upon a star That somebody sharpened! Look at those lines! Look at that shine! Is that ancient elven silver? M: It's mine. F: That's adorable. It's perfectly weighted, Enchantingly plated, And somehow I suddenly know— I crossed every mountain And stormed through this tower... [dreamily] And now I know why I had to go! M: For me? F: ... Sure. [Verse 2] I carried him through secret halls, I phased us through a wall. I caught him when he tried to walk And watched him promptly fall. M: I can manage! F: You're bleeding. M: 'Tis nothing! F: You've been stabbed. M: Merely twice! F: You heroic types are exhausting. But his sword remained beside us, Glittering beneath the moon. And every time I looked at it— [violins swell ridiculously] My heart went— Woodland Choir: Thump-Thuumppp--Thhuuummmmp! F: Exactly! [Pre-Chorus] He told me of his kingdom, Of the crown he'd someday wear. Of his lonely royal childhood— F, distracted: Does the pommel have a bear? M: A lion. F: Oh! Even better! M: Were you listening? F: Almost entirely. [Chorus] Oh, look at that sword! That incredible sword! Every Princess dreams someday Her true love will appear! So noble and bright! A glorious sight! And conveniently already here! [M, hopefully:] You mean me? F: No, the sword. [orchestral sting] F: I mean— You're also nice. You're daring! You're handsome! You're noble and charming! You've cheekbones that sculptors adore! But buddy, that blade Has completely upstaged Whatever this song was about before! [Bridge — M gets the sincere heroic ballad] F: You thought being brave meant standing When you barely stood a chance. You thought heroes never faltered, Never yielded circumstance. But sometimes courage means surviving. Sometimes heroes need a hand. Sometimes strength is letting someone Help you find the strength to stand. You don't have to face each monster Just to prove your heart is true. [M, touched]: Rebecca... F: There's a whole wide world that needs you. And I'm glad I rescued you. [M smiles. Music becomes achingly romantic.] M: Then perhaps when I recover— F: Oh! M: Yes? F: You're awake enough to consent now! M: To...what? F: Can I hold your sword? M: I suppose— [MAGICAL CHIME] F: AAAAAAAAH! [Final Chorus — huge key change] LOOK AT THIS SWORD! I'M HOLDING THE SWORD! Woodland Choir: SHE'S HOLDING THE SWOOOOORD! F: It's even more amazing Than I possibly dreamed! The balance! The grip! The magical script! M: Please don't— F: IT GLOWS WHEN I SWING! M: Yes, that's what I— F: IT GLOWS! I've rescued the Prince! I've broken the curse! I've learned something touching today! That bravery's wonderful, Friendship is powerful— [She starts walking away.] And I'm taking this sword, okay? M: WHAT? [Music stops.] F: Consider it my rescue fee. M: That's the ancestral blade of my kingdom! F: I'll take really good care of it. M: Rebecca! [Finale resumes at double grandeur.] F: So farewell, handsome Prince! May your kingdom adore you! May happiness knock at your door! You thought you'd found love With the girl who came for you— [F raises the sword; it sparkles.] But I found something more! Woodland Choir: THE SWOOOOOOORD! M: MY SWOOOOOOORD! F: OUR SWOOOOOOORD! M: That's not how ownership works! F, disappearing through a portal: BYEEEEEE! [Huge orchestral ending] [Tiny post-credit reprise] M, distant: Rebecca! F: I'm naming her Sparkles. M: HER NAME IS DAWNFIRE! F: Sparkles Dawnfire! [magic chime]

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