Originally posted by J.P Jaeh_PooleIt's the thing everyone needs to eat these days.
poor jack, stuck with decaf and crackers... 😄
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Poor Jack, stuck in the trap that is Elizabeth.
Okey dokey, I'm back and ready to write! Woohoooooo!! 😄 😄 Its kinda long, but I just had to use a snippet of dialogue from the TV show "Angel" - cookies to the person who figures it out! 😄
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Assistant Director: Alright, alright - sorry I've been absent for rehearsals, I've been on vacation. I brought pictures!
*cast groans*
Barbossa: Oh, not again. Please, make her stop, make her STOP!! *does angry kid stomp over to Director*
Director: Ew, get away! *sprays air freshener where Barbossa was standing*
Jack: *points* HAHAHA, you do smell funny!
Norrington: *rolls eyes*
Will: I'm not getting paid enough for this.
Lizzie: None of us are getting paid, we do it out of the goodness of our hearts for our fans.
*Will seems to perk up a bit*
Jack: Oh thats right, Will, we do have a responsibility to our fans. And we all know you love the attention, especially from the bulky fanboys...
Beckett: *popping head out of curtains* Did someone say bulky fanboys? Where?
Will: I'M NOT GAY!!!
Assistant Director: *whispers* Jaeh, should we stop Jack from picking on Will?
Director: Nah, its character building.
Jack: Here is my impression of the following scenario: Will after "saving" a fangirl on the Flying Dutchman from the jaws of death.
*Cast clears stage and Jack clears his throat*
Jack: *mocking fangirl's voice* Oh, how can I thank you, you mysterious black clad hunk of a knight thing?
Jack: *mocking Will*: No need little lady, your tears of gratitude are enough for me. You see, I was once a badboy pirate. But love, and a pesky curse, and hours of practicing sword play when I should've been getting a girl showed me the light. And now I'm just a big fluffy puppy with bad teeth.
*fangirl moves to run hands thru Will's hair*
Jack: *mimicking will* NO! Not the hair! Never the hair...
Jack: *mimicking fangirl* But there must be *some* way I can show my *ahem* appreciation 😉
Jack: * mimicking will* Oh, no... Helping those in need is my job. That, and working off a load of sexual tension and prancing away like a magnificent poof, is *truly* thanks enough.
Jack: *mimicking now concerned fangirl* I understand, I have a nephew who's gay so...
Jack: *mimicking Will* Say no more. Evil is still afoot...and I'm almost out of that nancy-boy hair gel I like *so* much. Quickly, to the Whelpmobile! Away!! *runs away like superman*
Will: I hate you! *does toddler tantrum in the middle of the theatre*
Assistant Director to Personal Assistant: Call his shrink, will you?
*Will is taken away and given a frozen fruit drink with umbrella to calm down*
Director: Okie dokie, lets move on. Since SOMEONE *nudges Assistant Director* has been on vacation forever, lets give a few people a song to make up for it, eh? *references call list* Okay, Norrie and Sailor are up first. Sailor, no verses on this one, just kinda follow James' lead, savvy?
*Norrie takes mike and begins to sing "Stolen" by Dashboard Confessional*
We watch the season pull up its own stakes
And catch the last weekend of the last week
Before the gold and the glimmer have been replaced,
Another sun soaked season fades away
You have stolen my heart
Invitation only, grand farewells
Crash the best one, of the best ones
Clear liquor and cloudy eyed, too early to say goodnight
You have stolen my heart
And from the ballroom floor we are in celebration
One good stretch before our hibernation
Our dreams assured and we all, will sleep well
You have stolen
You have stolen my heart
I watch you spin around in your highest heels
You are the best one, of the best ones
We all look like we feel
You have stolen my
You have stolen my heart
*music ends*
*Sailor runs across stage and into Norrie's arms*
Director and other stage crew: Awwwwwwwwww 😍
Lizzie: *takes picture* What? Its for the new facebook album, it'd be a great profile picture and goodness knows the last time James updated his profile.
Marty: True dat, word. Thats what she said.
Jack: *pouts* I thought I was going to have another sparrabeth piece soon.
Assistant Director: *melts* Of course, you're up next. *hands sheet music*
Sif: Lizzie, just wear the shift from the island, Jack is supposed to wear his usual costume.
Jack: *winks* Savvy.
Director: *hands tissue* Sif, you..er...got a little bit of drool there. Its okay, it happens to us all *sigh*
Crew: *sigh*
Beckett: *sigh*
Mercer: *glares*
Lizzie: *takes protective stance with Jack* Lets sing, honey.
Norrie: Capital idea.
*music begins*
Lizzie:
This is what I brought you this you can keep,
This is what I brought you may forget me.
I promise to depart just promise one thing,
*closes eyes as Jack moves in closer*
Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep.
*Jack kisses her eyes and lays her back onto a bed that has appeared before moving beside her*
Jack:
This is what I brought you this you can keep,
This is what I brought you may forget me.
I promise you my heart just promise to sing,
Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep.
Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep.
Both:
This is what I thought,
I thought you need me,
This is what I thought so think me naïve,
I promise you a heart you'd promise to keep,
Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep.
Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep.
Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep.
Crew: *clutches heart*
Assistant Director: If thats not love, then what is?
Will: *opens mouth*
Director: That was a rhetorical question! Gah! You're ruining the moment.
Will: I was just trying to say that Lizzie has a song with all of us next, your highness *mock bow*
Lizzie: *comes out in this costume( http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2006/stylechannel/gallery/bw_best/keira_knightley300x400.jpg)*
Lizzie: Lets get started, hit it!
*music begins and Lizzie dances. Jack, Will, Norry, and Barbossa in Tuxedos dance around her*
Some boys kiss me, some boys hug me
I think they're O.K.
If they don't give me proper credit
I just walk away
They can beg and they can plead
But they can't see the light, that's right
*Jack walks up with a sack of gold coins*
'Cause the boy with the cold hard cash
Is always Mister Right, 'cause we are
*lizzie takes his arm*
[Chorus:]
Living in a material world
And I am a material girl
You know that we are living in a material world
And I am a material girl
Some boys romance, some boys slow dance
That's all right with me
If they can't raise my interest then I
Have to let them be
*pushes all boys away*
Some boys try and some boys lie but
I don't let them play
Only boys who save their pennies
Make my rainy day, 'cause they are
[chorus]
*fake gold rains down from the ceiling, Lizzie twirls in the gold rain*
Living in a material world (material)
Living in a material world
[repeat]
Boys may come and boys may go
And that's all right you see
Experience has made me rich
And now they're after me,
*boys chase her around the stage*
'cause everybody's
*boys catch Lizzie and lift her onto shoulders where she waves to the crowd like in a parade*
[chorus]
A material, a material, a material, a material world
Living in a material world (material)
Living in a material world
[repeat and fade]
*ends with boys bowing and arms raised wide*
Lizzie: Whew! That was cheap and superficial but sure felt impowering!
Director: You go girl!
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Your turn, Jaeh! 😉 Please tell me what you liked girls!!!! 😄 😄 😄
Of course I am! I'm sure everyone is gonna participate.
As a matter of fact I remember when we were talking about POTC the brpadway show...a long time ago. Willo suggested quite a few titles for the musical numbers. "The ballade of the lost wig", "the blacksmith's waltz" and "Forget the whelp and help me find the rum" being the few that I can still remember.
Go for it I say...we'll make up songs and borrow some from Elton John and it'll be good for kicks
