Just to explain this story. It's a Cinderella musical – the songs are made up. If it's in bold, it's a song. Make up your own tune to sing along to it, or nick one from something. Hope you enjoy this !
Cinderella – Serious Dreaming
I remember a place,
I remember a time
When life was simple,
When peace was mine.
With love in my heart,
And love in the air
All that I needed
And love to spare.
I remember a time,
I remember a place,
When love wore a different place,
Once upon a time.
My name's Buttons. They call me that because of all these shiny silver buttons on my uniform. I was the servant at Hard-up Hall, where I first met Cinderella. She was the daughter of Baron Hard-up and his wife and for the first few years of her life, the little family was very happy. But then, one winter, Cinderella's mother became very ill, and she died, and Cinderella missed her very, very much.
I remember a place,
I remember a time
When the song went wrong
Without reason or rhyme.
The love that had laughed
Had to learn how to cry,
And the love that had laughed
Had to learn how to die.
I remember a time,
I remember a place,
When love wore a weeping face,
Once upon a time.
Poor Baron Hard-up felt that Cinderella needed a mother, to help her, and teach her, and so he remarried to a woman he met through the Lonely Hearts ads, who had two older daughters of her own. But after they were married, the Baron learnt that the woman was cruel and heartless, and her daughters were just like her. So life became a misery for Cinderella. All day long she laboured for them, until the evening when they'd gone to bed, and she sat dreaming by the dying embers of the kitchen fire.
I remember a place,
I remember a time
When love was a sin,
When love was a crime,
The love that was left
Had to learn how to hide,
To live like a hermit,
Way down deep inside.
I remember a time,
I remember a place,
Where love had to hide its face,
Once upon a time.
It would be hard to describe to you just how awful Cinderella's stepmother and her two ugly stepsisters were to her. None of them ever did an ounce of housework, or cooking, or shopping. In fact, her stepmother never even got out of bed ! She just lay there, eating chocolate eclairs and drinking sherry, getting bigger, and bigger, and fatter, and fatter. And the work was left to Cinderella. And me. And then, once upon a time, a dream came to Cinderella, a dream that cheered her up, and gave her hope, and made her life just a bit more bearable. She dreamt of finding a good young man, who would love her and take her away from these awful people. And then she could look after her father, who had sacrificed so much for her, and for whom things had gone so terribly wrong. But she never told anyone about her dream. Maybe she knew that a secret dream can be a thousand times more powerful than one that is spoken.
