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Libretto

This is only Act I and the penultimate scene from Act II.  I know we didn’t have to have the entire Libretto written down, so I set up the story and the most important scene of the entire opera.  I hope you enjoy!

The Metropolitan Bastion of the Heart

Debbie – soprano

Craig – bass

Michael – tenor

Damon – baritone

Civilians, Wedding Guests, Planners & Helpers

Act One:

The curtains open up on the magnificent setting of the Manhattan Palace. It is early fall, so the trees are a crisp gold, and the people milling about in its center are wearing light jackets, but still not accepted that fall is over. A lone woman walks in front of the gates of the Palace. She’s dressed in a grey puff jacket, simple skirt and mary-janes with leggings, and a poof-ball hat sits on her head precariously. She adjusts her glasses, while walking by.

No. 1: A Declaration

DEBBIE:

On the same old path I find myself

Not a risk or a chance to be seen

I live in a world of stability

But I feel that there is more out there

Tell me what can I do, where can I go

Fates, where am I heading

Where will I find my adventure?

Where will I stake my claim?

What’s my calling, my passion?

Tell me what is coming up,

On this road I go down…

A strong gust of wind blows her hat off and through the gates and into the courtyard.

My hat!

She follows, and attempts to grab at the floating garment. The people who are already inside watch her, but offer no help. In fact, someone takes out a camera and starts to film. The wind starts to die down, and we see that the hat has landed in front of a statue in the center of the courtyard.   It’s of a woman, posed for battle, wearing ancient clothing. The nameplate reads “Minerva

This is what I am talking about

This is who I should be

Why do I hide from the world outside?

In a place as magical as this…

There is nothing to be feared!

I need to make my stand

Today will be the day

Today I put myself out there

And show the world

Who I can be…

Who I will be…

She turns around, but at that instant, a man is walking past her with coffee in his hands. The two aren’t looking where they are going, They collide, and the coffee goes flying from his hands and onto her. Her glasses fall off, and they end up in a heap on the ground. He’s on top of her, and she’s squished, scalded, and embarrassed. Again the people offer no help.

No. 2: Can I Say Something Crazy…

CRAIG:

Oh I am so sorry

DEBBIE:

No, no it was my fault for not looking where I was going

The two are struggling to get up, and he’s taking his napkins and wiping up the spilt coffee that has cooled considerably since first touching her skin. She’s wiping it off as well, and sometime during the motions their hands touch. They both look up, their faces heated and eyes locked.

DEBBIE:

…You know, I’m kind of dry now

CRAIG:

Oh, right. Sorry, it’s just-

DEBBIE:

Just what?

CRAIG:

Oh, nothing.

You wouldn’t want to know…

DEBBIE:

Come on, it can’t be that bad.

We’ve already done the most awkward thing I could think of,

So you’re in the clear with me

CRAIG:

Well…

It’s just for a moment I saw your face…

And I couldn’t help but notice how beautiful you were

DEBBIE:

Oh…

(turns away)

Is he flirting with me?

(turns back)

Oh?

CRAIG:

And how my coffee must not have been as hot as you…

DEBBIE:

Oh!

(turns away, stands, moves around, light on her)

He is! He is! He is!

I cannot believe

How is this so fast?

I only just declared my wish

And the heavens dropped it into my lap!

But is it moving too fast?

Is it like one of my shows?

Is this scene playing out like some godforsaken Rom-Com

And am I being controlled by some writer who doesn’t

Know how to slow it down?

(looks to the audience)

Oh who am I kidding,

I’m just giddy.

(turns back to Craig)

*Giggles

The name’s Debbie

CRAIG:

Craig…

(turns away, stands and moves around, light on him)

Just what I needed

For this god-awful Monday

Late for work

Computer got a virus

Lunch was stolen

…But then in she strolled

Like a vision from a prophecy

A star from the Heavens

Aphrodite emerging from her giant clamshell

In all her glory

And the waves were foamy and the sun was shining

And all I have to say to her is…

Wowza.

(turns back)

Listen, this might be rushing things

But I need to see you again

DEBBIE:

I was thinking the same thing

CRAIG:

Meet me here, Friday night at 6 o’clock.

DEBBIE:

I’ll do just that

They stand, hands almost touching. Craig looks to the side and sees the fallen glasses. He picks them up and hands them to her, and she puts them on. Craig makes a considering sound in his throat.

DEBBIE:

Is there something the matter?

CRAIG:

No, no, it’s just…

(he removes her glasses)

I like you better without your glasses.

With a final wave, Craig walks out of the gates

DEBBIE:

In just a moment

A flash and a bang

In an instant my life was over

And a new one began

How will it turn out?

What will I do?

…What will I wear?!?

There’s so much to do!

Oh the time really flew

Now I need to scoot

(she turns to leave as well, but stops to look around once more)

But I will be back…

No.3: A Grand Affair

The Manhattan Palace is crowded today, as it is a fun spot for lunch. Debbie has returned, salad in hand. But her glasses are nowhere to be seen. She is followed by another man, tall and fit. He’s dressed in a button down and slack., They sit at a table on the side. The light is on them, but you can still see some of the other people milling about.

MICHAEL:

So this is where you met your mystery hunk, huh?

I’ve gotta say, it does have a certain… “je nais se qua” about it.

DEBBIE:

(shoves him lightly)

Oh stop pulling those words out of your ass.

Do you even know what it means?

MICHAEL:

It’s French,

So it must have something to do about sex-

DEBBIE:

Michael!

MICHAEL:

Debbie!

DEBBIE:

(shoves him again)

You know I don’t like talking about…that word

MICHAEL:

(loudly)

You’re an adult Debbie,

You shouldn’t get flustered over the word sex-

DEBBIE:

SHHHH!!!

MICHAEL:

Sex, sex, sex!

DEBBIE:

(throws hands in the air)

Why do I even try to have serious discussions with you

Your mind is always down in the gutter

(pauses)

Or up a girl’s skirt

(pauses again)

Or down a man’s pants

MICHAEL:

(throws his arm around her)

But my ability to bed anyone is why you love me, Debs!

DEBBIE:

(rolls her eyes and pushes him off)

Unfortunately

MICHAEL:

But that doesn’t change the fact that sooner or later

You and this Craig guy are going to-

DEBBIE:

(puts fingers in ears)

Lalalalalalala

MICHAEL:

(takes fingers out of ears and holds hands, looks straight in the eyes)

You two are going to bump uglies

DEBBIE:

(deadpans)

How romantic

MICHAEL:

(releases hold, and gets up)

So it is my duty as your best friend with the most experience

To teach you the art of….

Seduction.

(picks her up, knocks chair over, people start to look)

See a man is easily distracted

It takes only the slightest little thing

Something shiny, something big

To turn their little head

Out from the bed!

So you need to sit and plan

Need to take him by the hand and

Do all that you can do to

Get that head turned towards you!

(people sitting get up, start to dance along with the beat, as does Michael. Debbie is pulled clumsily along)

It’s a simple art

With the easiest of strokes

But still all these things can go wrong!

(dips her)

DEBBIE:

Like building a drawer from IKEA?

MICHAEL:

Exactly

(brings her back up)

You need to do all you can do

CHORUS:

Flip the hair, bend and snap

MICHAEL:

To get him to come to you

CHORUS:

Flirt and wave, all that crap

MICHAEL:

To find yourself in bed

Gripping onto his head

Joined together in the unholiest of…

EVERYONE:

Tango!

(the chorus around them starts to tango, Michael and Debbie in the middle of it. The other couples are very intricate, yet Michael is leading around Debbie. They finish.)

MICHAEL:

But the most important thing you can do

To get him to be true…

Is just be you

DEBBIE:

Me?

MICHAEL:

You’d be surprised how often that works.

EVERYONE:

Olé!

(the couples return to their tables, and Michael and Debbie get back to their lunch).

DEBBIE:

I’m not sure it’ll get that far on the first date…

MICHAEL:

Even so,

It never hurts to be prepared

DEBBIE:

(smiles)

Thanks Michael

DEBBIE:

Anytime

(the pair continues eating as the light dims)

No. 4: Date Night

(The lights have been dimmed to signify that it is nighttime. Debbie is standing outside the gates, as she nervously looks around for Craig. Her hair and make-up are simple, as she doesn’t like to dress flashy. Her dress is simple grey, and her shoes are sensible.)

DEBBIE:

(worries her lip)

Oh what if he doesn’t show

What if I am left standing here

Like some common… you know

I don’t like to wait

Cause I sit and I wonder

And my thoughts aren’t great

Oh I hope he’s just late

For our date

(She’s so worried looking around she doesn’t see him come out from behind, and he grabs her from behind and spooks her)

CRAIG:

Calm down, Debs, it’s only me!

DEBBIE:

(turns around)

Oh don’t do that!

I thought you were running late!

CRAIG:

You worry too much

Come on, I’ve got a nice spread set up

It’s only going to get cold

If you keep dragging your feet

(Craig leaves her, her smile falters a bit, but she follows. Inside the gates a nice dinner has been set up on one of the tables, with a tablecloth and candles and fancy foods)

DEBBIE:

Oh my… this is wonderful!

Where ever did you find such lovely food?

CRAIG:

I know some people

But never mind that

Let’s get to the date!

(Craig sits, and Debbie falters for a bit before joining him as well, expectations of seats being pulled out for her now gone)

CRAIG:

So you will not believe what’s happened since we last met…

(Craig starts to babble, and the light focuses on Debbie)

DEBBIE:

I can’t help but feel

That something’s not right

This pit in my stomach

That won’t just sit tight?

Are these butterflies?

Or is it something more?

What can it be?

Is it something… I see?

He looks dashing and handsome

Great smile, Bright eyes

He’s a great conversationalist…

Well, when he’s not eating at the same time

So he’s rough around the edges

Come on Debbie you can’t be that picky

Isn’t this what you wanted

Some fun, adventure

Isn’t this fate’s grand design?

It must be the nerves then-

Let’s just see where this goes…

CRAIG:

And so the penguin goes: “He’s not an eggplant, he’s retarted!”

(Debbie does not find this joke to be funny, but after a couple seconds of awkward silence fills the void with laughter)

So what have you been up to?

DEBBIE:

Oh, you know, work

Catching up on television

I have been very invested in the new season of Scandal-

CRAIG:

Scandal? You like that show?

The writing is so poor

I feel like it was made for horny teenagers

In a high school

(Debbie is again put off by the language, yet continues to eat; light focuses on Debbie again)

DEBBIE:

Oh his language is crude

He’s being awfully rude

And… he’s chewing with his mouth open?

Alright Debbie, call it quits

This just isn’t it

Tell him to hit the road

You’ve got people to see

Places to go

And your hair could really use a wash-

CRAIG:

(light back on Craig for a moment)

You know, your eyes really sparkle,

Without those thick frames in the way

DEBBIE:

(stops, then giggles)

What am I saying?

I will be staying!

(Craig and Debbie enjoy the dinner, and time seems to fly, and soon enough, they are done; they both get up)

CRAIG:

Tonight was fun

DEBBIE:

It sure was!

CRAIG:

I can’t wait for the next date.

DEBBIE:

(hopeful) The next one…?

CRAIG:

Of course,

I would be stupid

To let such a pretty little thing

Out of my sight.

Although next time,

Wear something a bit more…

Colorful

(Craig leaves Debbie all alone)

DEBBIE:

Another date!

Another chance!

(looks down at her outfit)

Another dress!

(rushes off in the opposite direction)

No. 5: A Whirlwind

(Debbie steps back onto the scene, this time in a bright pink dress; the entire stage is blacked out, and only a single spot light on her)

DEBBIE:

Is this what it feels

To be truly in love?

Am I just like those girls,

In the stories I read?

To be taken on so many wonderful dates

And treated just like a princess!

(Craig joins her on stage and it appears they are waiting on line for something)

CRAIG:

You know something Debbie?

DEBBIE:

What?

CRAIG:

(turns to her)

I think you would look much nicer

If you pulled your hair back?

So you don’t hide

Your pretty little face.

(Craig leaves suddenly, and Debbie stumbles back)

DEBBIE:

So maybe he makes a few suggestions

But he only does them because he cares

(Starts to tie hair back into a bun)

I mean look at me

I must look better

And I’m sure he’ll agree

(Craig appears again with another table, and it’s set up much fancier than the first table; they are in the middle of a meal. He’s staring at her)

DEBBIE:
(blushing)

Is there something on my face?

CRAIG:

No, no, there’s nothing there

Which… is king of what I’m getting at.

Don’t you think it would be a little nicer

If you maybe put on some make-up, once in a while

To enhance your natural beauty?

(Craig leaves again, pulling the table away; crew pulls seat away from Debbie and she falls on the floor; she gets up shakily and turns to find a dresser-drawer and mirror in front of her, starts to put on make-up)

DEBBIE:

I’m sure he must be right

He’s been right all along

If I need a few little touch-ups

Who am I to disagree?

Because if I don’t…

(she stops)

He might not see me…

(The props are pulled away from her and Craig appears once again; they are walking hand in hand, the light following them)

CRAIG:

You know

I’m really glad I got to know you

These past three months have been really swell

DEBBIE:

I was thinking the same thing

Because my whole life has changed

Since the minute you walked in-

(they stop)

CRAIG:

For the better?

DEBBIE:

(smiles, seems forced)

Yes.

(They go to kiss, he’s leaning down, but stops midway)

Something wrong?

CRAIG:

It’s nothing…

Although now that you ask

I just have to know:

Do you think you can wear, I don’t know,

Heels?

DEBBIE:

Heels?

CRAIG:

Yeah,

It hurts my back to keep bending like this

(Craig leaves again, Debbie looks down at her feet, and kicks off her flats)

DEBBIE:

(slipping into high heels left on stage)

So I seem a bit different

Wasn’t that what I wanted?

To live life all anew

To have an adventure

Learn more about myself

And follow my heart

I can say that right now

That I’ve never been happier

Knowing there is someone out there

Who cares for me

As much as I do for them

And I can honestly say

With all my heart

When I see him next

(Craig reappears)

I love you.

CRAIG:

That’s nice.

(Craig holds out his hand, and she takes it, and they walk off, him in the front, sort of leading her)

No. 6: A Grand Scene

(The Manhattan Palace is once again the focal point of this scene; Michael is sitting at a table, while he waits for Debbie. He’s so wrapped up in his phone that he doesn’t see her enter in, which is a good thing as she looks nothing like she did before. Her hair is up, her face is caked in make-up, she’s wobbling on heels, and her dress is flowery, poofy, and pink)

DEBBIE:

Michael!

MICHAEL:

Debbie! (puts phone down)

It has been forever since I’ve seen you-

(takes a good long look at what she is wearing)

And maybe there was a reason.

What happened?

DEBBIE:

What?

Can’t I change my look up a little.

MICHAEL:

You can,

But not if you want to look

Like a Toddlers & Tiaras reject

DEBBIE:

(sits down)

Oh hush up, Michael

If you would like to know

Craig loves my new look

MICHAEL:

Craig?

You’re still with him?

DEBBIE:

Yes, Michael

Unlike you, I’ve been able to keep

A relationship longer than two weeks

MICHAEL:

(bristles)

Well, it’s not like I don’t try

But… isn’t this a bit too much

For one guy?

DEBBIE:

Oh Michael, you don’t know what you are talking about!

I haven’t changed much-

(phones ringing)

Oh! It’s him! Excuse me, I have to take this.

(gets up to move away)

Hello? Yes, yes Craig, I’m wearing the dress you picked out. No, I’m not doing anything right now…

MICHAEL:

(watches from afar)

Who is this woman

Who sat across from me

She looks like Debbie

…Well, sort of.

But she does not sound like her

Not at all

(gets up, people gather around)

She’s lost her voice

To this wicked man

She’s wrapped herself up

In a big pretty bow

To be some present

To someone who wants to change her

And not get to know

The real her

Those stilts she calls heels

Will get herself killed

The flowers on her dress

For the coffin of course

The make-up’s been done

It’s all ready

For the funeral of Debbie

(speaks to the mass)

She was a simple girl

Who liked simple things

But that all changed the day she met-

Craig.

Oh how I wish I could see

My darling little Debbie one last time

Before she signed her life away to

That poor, poor fool

(starts to sing again)

We’ve laid her to rest

She was the best

Out of any of us

And now she is with

That big old guy in the sky

Oh why, Debbie why?

CROWD:

Why, Debbie, why?

MICHAEL:

Did you have to go make

A deal with that devil

Oh why, Debbie, why?

CROWD:

Why, Debbie, why?

MICHAEL:

Can I not tell you

How I feel

(mood gets quiet)

I know he might make you happy

But you deserve better

There is someone out there

Who can make you feel good

Without having to change you

But I can’t say this

Because I value our friendship

Too much

(music starts to build )

CROWD:

aaaaaaAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!

MICHAEL:

I’ll just have to

Hope and pray and hope

That she ends it herself

And not to hang

On that rope

Called:

Commitment!

(The crowd disperses, and he retakes his seat as Debbie returns, flushed)

So what was that about?

DEBBIE:

He wants to meet me tonight

He says he has something special for me

I think he might want to-

Propose!

(She seems happy, and even though this was not what he wanted, Michael fakes glee for his friend)

MICHAEL:

Yay!

Good for you!

Just remember to make me your Maid of Honor-Man of Honor!

(light goes out)

No. 7: A Prior Engagement

(Debbie and Craig are enjoying a nice night out, and have walked back to the Manhattan Palace)

CRAIG:

Follow me here

DEBBIE:

(Feigns innocence)

Oh Craig?

Whatever do you have planned here?

CRAIG:

Well…

You see from the moment I met you

Something had just clicked

And I knew I could not spend

Another moment from your side

DEBBIE:

Oh I feel the same way!

CRAIG:

And through all our time together,

I’ve seen you grow

They say love is always helping

Your partner to be

The best selves they can be

And I think I’ve helped you as far as I can

DEBBIE:

I… was not thinking that, exactly.

CRAIG:

There is only one more thing

That can make this whole scene

Just perfect

(gets on one knee, takes out a ring box, and opens it; the ring has a very tiny diamond in it, barely noticeable)

Is if you become my wife

Forever!

DEBBIE:

You mean it?

CRAIG:

How could I not?

You are perfect for me!

I’ll admit at the beginning you were,

Rough around the edges

But now you are smooth

As a circle my dear

A ring, almost, like the one I will

Slip on your finger!

DEBBIE:
(smile falters, and her stomach starts getting upset; something isn’t right)

I-I don’t know what to say!

CRAIG:

Say yes!

Say yes!

DEBBIE:
(against better judgement)

Okay!

(Craig gets up and hugs her tight, before slipping the ring on her finger)

CRAIG:

Oh this is so perfect

I’m so glad you said yes

Now I can’t wait

For my perfect day!

DEBBIE:

I think you mean our-

CRAIG:
The affair will be classy

White all around

On my suit, in your gown

And when we say our vows,

The assembled guests will be looking at

Me!

(he holds his arms out, and blocks out her face, she’s a little annoyed, but won’t say anything)

And I know just the spot

For my wedded bliss,

The place we first met

The Manhattan Palace!

END ACT I

No. 8: Realization

(Debbie has snuck out of her apartment, and is walking the street in a simple shirt and jeans, something she had from before she met Craig. She’s depressed, and finds she has walked to the Manhattan Palace. The scene is set up for a grand affair, and she cannot help but chuckle darkly).

DEBBIE:

Tomorrow’s the day

Where all my dreams are to come true

But why am I not happy?

Like they say in the books?

Like they show in the movies?

Like they sing in the operas?

The affair has all been set

I should not cause a scene

It’s best if I just stick my chin up

And go with the flow

(gets angry)

But that’s what bothered me in the first place

I was stuck in a rut

I was trapped in my old life

And wanted out

I wanted freedom

I wanted adventure

I wanted fun in the sun

Laughter and love

Wasn’t that what was promised to me?

(looks up at sky)

Tell me fate, tell me destiny

Is this what you planned

For me to be unhappy

No matter the path?

No matter the choice

Do I not have a voice?

Do I not have a say

In how I want to live

To be happy and healthy and loved!

Craig was all that you promised me!

And here now I lay

Tears down my face

Confused and upset

At the way life turned out

A wedding day is supposed to be

The happiest day for a bride

Then why do I just feel

Like I want to die…

No more signs, no more jokes

Nothing up to discussion

I need answers, a lesson

A clear definition

Of what I need to do

To finally be happy?!?

(she collapses on the ground, and starts to weep. The wind picks up, and her hair is once again blown in her face. She wipes her face, and looks to where the wind was blowing: the statue of Minerva)

Oh look it’s you

Tell me what do I do

You were there when I made that vow

What should I do now?

Before I make another vow

With a frown

I want to be happy

But look where that’s got me

I was fine before

When this wasn’t a chore

I want my old life back

But I can’t have that now

No one can have what they want in the past

And now I am lost

Adrift in the sea

Of confusion and pain

Just awaiting the next

Tidal Wave

(bitter)

I got no help from you

So I won’t bother

I’ll just have to look to me!

(realization)

I’ll… just have to look to me.

Is that all I need to do

Not trust fate, not the signs

There is no grand design

Only me, my actions, my choices

My life

Was it there all along?

Did I neglect,

Disrespect

Myself?

Well… not anymore

Take a look at this bore

For she no longer exists

Once more!

I said it before

I’ll say it again

But this time I know

What life has in store

Because it’s all up to me

You just have to see

What you want and take it

To make you happy

As long as you choose it

You cannot lose it

And you will be…

Free!

(she finally smiles for the first time in a long time, and it is then that Craig finds her)

CRAIG:

Debbie?

What are you doing out here?

The wedding is tomorrow

You’ll spoil everything

DEBBIE:

Craig, it’s good I found you

I need to tell you something-

CRAIG:

Save it for the honeymoon,

We’ll have all the time in the world to talk then

But now you need to get your rest-

DEBBIE:

No!

CRAIG:

No?

DEBBIE:

No.

Listen, Craig, I think we should postpone the wedding.

CRAIG:

You what?

DEBBIE:

Listen, we can maybe push it back just a little bit

I know it’s been set up

But I just don’t feel right

Maybe we rushed into this

And we need more time

CRAIG:

The cake has been made

The guests all invited

The food has been laid out

And the flowers arranged

And all of the checks have been cleared!

DEBBIE:

But what does it matter if we have each other?

CRAIG:

And with no money, what do we do?

This will not go to waste, tomorrow we marry

And that is it.

(grabs her wrist and starts to drag her)

DEBBIE:

Let go!

(wrenches arm free)

Doesn’t it matter what I have to say?

CRAIG:

Not when it is something stupid.

(softer)

C’mon Debbie, it’s just nerves.

You know what to do

In your heart

DEBBIE:

(looks down)

You’re right,

I know what to do

(takes the ring off her finger and gives it back to him)

I can’t marry you.

CRAIG:
What!?!

DEBBIE:

You don’t love me Craig

You only love the idea of me

The idea that you turned me into.

I didn’t like wearing heels or the color pink

And that was too much make-up then I was comfortable with

That was all you.

And I can’t marry you if you aren’t marry me.

The real me.

CRAIG:

(angry)

Yeah, well I hope you enjoy the real you

Because that’s all you’re gonna get

No one will love you like that

I was your only shot

I hope you’re okay with throwing away

Your only shot at happiness!

(storms off)

DEBBIE:

(looks at statue of Minerva)

I think I am.

Because if I am the only one who can love me

Then I’m a very lucky woman.