Scene 1: Gaze
*Roman looks up to the top of a tower*
Romax: Oh sweet divine, who is that girl?
Hamson: As a rival to the fa-mi-ly a girl who's head will whirl and whirl.
Romax: But she seems so pretty.
Hamson: But she isn't any missy.
Romax: I shall meet her, at the crack of dawn.
Hamson: Oh you better watch your mouth or she'll be gone.
Romax: Regardless of your hurtful words I shall not lie in woe. I will meet her when the time is so. Hate me go, for all I care. But hurt you shall never dare.
Scene 2: Wonder
*Sandiet looks down at the two men*
Sandiet: Oh by Jove who is that boy?
Stangue: Are you talking 'bout the boy with an ugly broken toy?
Sandiet: No, the tall, handsome man who's as breezy as a fan. *thinks to herself* Now if only they could know this is EXACTLY how I feel.
Stangue: Bite your tongue for he is not like us. He is so poor he travels by bus.
Sandiet: Rich or broke, wise or dumb. To me he is not at all glum. I wish to meet him, on a romantic bridge. And maybe a chocolate-loaded 'fridge.
Stangue: Shame on you, tasteless fool. Over a foul boy you drool?
Sandiet: Don't tell mother, nor father too. Please don't tell them.
Stangue: I won't.
Sandiet: Oh WHEW!
*Roman looks up to the top of a tower*
Romax: Oh sweet divine, who is that girl?
Hamson: As a rival to the fa-mi-ly a girl who's head will whirl and whirl.
Romax: But she seems so pretty.
Hamson: But she isn't any missy.
Romax: I shall meet her, at the crack of dawn.
Hamson: Oh you better watch your mouth or she'll be gone.
Romax: Regardless of your hurtful words I shall not lie in woe. I will meet her when the time is so. Hate me go, for all I care. But hurt you shall never dare.
Scene 2: Wonder
*Sandiet looks down at the two men*
Sandiet: Oh by Jove who is that boy?
Stangue: Are you talking 'bout the boy with an ugly broken toy?
Sandiet: No, the tall, handsome man who's as breezy as a fan. *thinks to herself* Now if only they could know this is EXACTLY how I feel.
Stangue: Bite your tongue for he is not like us. He is so poor he travels by bus.
Sandiet: Rich or broke, wise or dumb. To me he is not at all glum. I wish to meet him, on a romantic bridge. And maybe a chocolate-loaded 'fridge.
Stangue: Shame on you, tasteless fool. Over a foul boy you drool?
Sandiet: Don't tell mother, nor father too. Please don't tell them.
Stangue: I won't.
Sandiet: Oh WHEW!