TITLE: "Reprise"
AUTHOR: Doctor Strangelove (strangelove317@hotmail.com)
RATING: PG-13.
PAIRINGS: None in this part.
SPOILERS: Up to the end of Season 6. Takes place about a month after that.
FEEDBACK: I'd love it.
DISCLAIMER: Joss owns all the Buffy characters. I own the songs they sing.
"Reprise"
Written by: Doctor Strangelove
INT. SUMMERS HOUSEHOLD, WILLOW'S BEDROOM - NIGHT
[The screen fades in and we see Willow talking on the telephone.]
WILLOW
Any luck on finding out what's making us sing again?
GILES
[Over telephone]
Surprisingly, yes. It turns out Sweet, or as he's apparently known in Italy, La ricompensa di Vincere che il Cantando Demone, he wasn't lying he does have a lot of names. Anyway, he isn't the only demon capable of turning everyday life into musicals. There are about four others.
WILLOW
Any idea which one this is?
GILES
Well, I can rule out two. One, whose name has no vowels in it, turns thing into an opera, and there's another called Diamond that I'm pretty sure we're not dealing with. Things usually turn out a lot more... showy than they are now. He's also very vain and we probably would've seen him by now. Or his backup singers.
WILLOW
A demon has backup singers?
GILES
Apparently. Three women who follow him around and provide the chorus for the songs.
WILLOW
So that leaves two then?
GILES
Yes, and I'm afraid we won't be able to tell which one until he shows himself, or herself. One of them is female. The good news is that we don't appear to be in any immediate danger.
WILLOW
We're still singing though.
GILES
Yes, but that's no going to be hazardous to our health.
WILLOW
If we start singing out our heart's deepest desires and secrets it might be.
GILES
Yes.
[Giles pauses for a moment.]
WILLOW
Giles? You still there?
GILES
Yes. Willow, I wanted to talk to you. I know you've been having a little trouble getting the magic out of your system, you've been causing a few spells without meaning to a few times this summer.
WILLOW
Well, yes, but that's just a side effect of all the power I absorbed. It'll probably go away soon.
GILES
Yes, well, Willow, I wanted to make sure you were doing okay.
WILLOW
Giles, I'm fine.
GILES
Are you sure? Now, you don't have to be strong with me, I know that-
WILLOW
Giles, really, I'm fine. I'm okay. I know I kinda went a little, over the top, before, but I'm okay now. Not planning any more trips off the wagon. Or is it on the wagon? I never really knew the dif-
[A faint knocking is heard over the telephone.]
GILES
Willow, there's someone at the door. I'll have to talk to you again later.
WILLOW
Bye, Giles.
GILES
Now, Willow, are you sure you're okay?
WILLOW
I'm sure.
GILES
Okay. Goodbye, Willow.
WILLOW
Bye.
[Willow hangs up the phone and lays back on her bed. The moment her head touches the pillow, it melts into a small puddle on her bed. She sighs and sits back up.]
WILLOW [cont'd]
[Sarcastically.]
Yeah, sure, I'm okay.
[Willow stands up and walks to the window as a slow music begins to play in the background. It's not an upbeat song, but it's not depressing either. It's just in the middle. Willow sighs again and begins to sing.]
WILLOW [cont'd]
There were those who said, I had no singing ability.
But I've got my own song now, so now they'll see.
This is my moment to shine, of that there's no doubt.
[Willow reaches out to touch the window, and it frosts over at her touch, some more unintentional magic.]
Only trouble is though, I've got nothing to sing about.
[Willow turns around and slowly moves around the room. She'll be doing that for most of the song.]
I'm not harboring secrets, got nothing to hide,
I'm not full of longing, not telling any lies.
[Willow slowly spins around and bright blue sparks seem to radiate from her body.]
I'm not an addict, despite what they say,
I'm not full of pain, I'm just okay.
[The music speeds up some as Willow continues to sing.]
But I'm singing this song anyway,
It's not happy, but it's not sad.
I'm just in-between right now,
I'm not good, but I'm not bad.
[The music softens but goes to a quicker tempo.]
I was addicted to magic, I'd gotten lazy.
Then Tara left me, went a little crazy.
I got stronger, I loved the thrill,
[Her arms reach out and two doves appear from her palms and fly about before disappearing just as quickly as they came.]
But it got bad soon, nearly got killed.
I had to give it up, didn't know if I could.
But I pulled through, gave it up for good.
Tara came back, I was over ecstatic,
But when she got killed, I went back to the magic.
I finally got my revenge, but it was hollow,
[We see a faint outline of Willow killing Warren appear in the corner.]
I hurt even more, that was hard to swallow.
And so I've realized, through the course of this rhyme,
[She waves her arm and two beams of golden light begin to spin and swirl around her.]
The magic's in me now, can't give it up this time.
But I'm singing this song anyway,
It's not happy, but it's not sad.
I'm just in-between right now,
I'm not good, but I'm not bad.
Though you maybe not like this plot less song,
Try to remember to whom it belongs.
If you don't want to hear, what's on my mind,
Then don't listen, this song isn't yours, it's mine.
[The room darkens and a spotlight follows Willow as she begins to dance around the room, magical lights or sparks appearing whenever her arms or body move. After a minute she goes back to the singing.]
I may not have issues, or undying love,
Or a nice shiny outfit that fits like a glove,
I've really got no reason for this song to be,
I don't have a purpose, I only have me.
But I'm singing this song anyway,
It's not happy, but it's not sad.
I'm just in-between right now,
I'm not good, but I'm not bad.
[The lights come back on and the spotlight leaves.]
I'm gonna sing this song anyway,
Doesn't matter if I don't know why.
I'm gonna sing my song anyway,
[The music begins to come to a close and Willow sits back down on her bed.]
I'll at least give it a try.
[Willow smiles and lays back on her bed no magic happening this time. She
really is doing okay.]