Broadwaynia (http://www.broadwaymidi.com/down/OnTheTown-NewYorkNewYork02.mid)
Irkens: Our parts in this show are really kinda meager,
But, nonetheless, we're keen,
Enthusiastic, and even sort of eager
To come and set the scene!
Without further ado,
Before we bid adieu,
We'll tell you:
Welcome to...
Broadwaynia, planet of great renown!
For musical stuff, this place takes the crown!
Whenever you're here, you never can frown!
Broadwaynia, planet of great renown!
Broadwaynia, planet of great renown!
For musical stuff, this place takes the crown!
Whenever you're here, you never can frown!
Irken 1: Broadwaynia...
Irken 2: Broadwaynia...
Irken 3: Broadwaynia...
Planet of great renown!
The scene shifts to a theater; the building is empty except for five Irkens, who are practicing. The Irkens incluse a quartet of seasoned performers (Klee, Bur, Bee, and Buz) and Tak. Tak appears none too pleased to be there.
Lives Spent Entertaining (http://www.broadwaymidi.com/down/Showboat-LifeOnTheWickedStage.mid)
Quartet: There is no job quite so draining
As one where you're entertaining.
For low pay,
We must play
Everyday.
Yet we stay!
We have hurt our throats from singing.
Our dances leave our feet stinging.
But we know
We can't stop,
For our show
Would then flop!
Though some do not like our work
Or even see our jobs as vital,
We would never try to shirk
Our task of making a recital!
Buz: Though some see our job as merely pleasure,
A good show is a great treasure
Which requires lots of hard work, tears, and sweat!
Bee: It is worth it just to watch the crowd react to your piece of art.
When it plays around,
Your impact stays around!
You've touched the crowd's heart.
Bur: I can't name a single job that's greater,
Even that of an Invader!
Lives spent entertaing are ones lived without regret!
Tak: I can't swallow this nonsense you feed me,
And I hope that someday you will heed me.
This life can't be
The best one for me!
I must invade!
Klee: Just give it a chance;
You'll learn to love this life!
Learn to sing and dance
Without this pain and strife.
And you'll realize this is the life for you...
It's true!
Bur: Don't dwell on your fate;
You must learn to move on.
You can't change your state,
For that chance is now gone.
Stop your whining and join us;
Don't make a fuss!
Try to accept it!
Tak: This assignment is a bore;
It's not the job that I was made for.
Entertaining is a chore;
I should have become an Invader!
When I'm able to leave this job behind,
I'll get what I should be assigned!
If I stay around this place, I'll be filled with regret!
Quartet: You should really learn not to fret...
The quartet dances around Tak until the music is interrupted by some rather loud piano playing.
Tak: Where is that noise coming from?
Bur: That's just Skad.
Klee: He's a composer!
Bee: He just got here, and now he's working on a show for us.
Buz: He's really talented!
Klee: Yeah... and really rich, too! It's too bad he's so short...
Bur: ...and ugly.
Bee: Aw, poor Skad. You shouldn't say that!
Bur: When the shoe fits...
Tak: Well, not that I wouldn't like to listen to your fascinating conversation, but I should be getting something to eat...
Tak walks out of the room, going in the direction of the music.
Bur: I don't know how much longer I can stand her grousing...
Klee: Maybe she'll adjust.
Bur: I hope you're right...
The camera cuts to Tak, who is nearing the door to Skad's studio. The piano music is growing louder.
Tak: If I can only convince this clown to give me a big part in the show, then I'll make enough money to leave this bloody assignment. I'll finally get another shot at impressing the Tallest and becoming an Invader!
She knocked on the door, and the piano playing stopped.
Voice: Just a second...
Tak: That voice... Where have I heard it before?
The door opened, revealing Skoodge. While Tak was in a state of shock, Skoodge looked quite happy to see her.
Tak: Invader Skoodge? You're supposed to be dead!
Skoodge: Uh, why don't you come inside? I'll explain everything.
Fade out.