Author's Notes: Um… This, folks, is something that occurred on the bus ride home from seeing "Little Shop of Horrors" on Broadway last night (January, 23, 2004). My boyfriend and I were talking about Gravitation, and he was like "Hey, wouldn't it be cool if there was a Gravitation musical?" So… Uh… I became obsessed with the idea. He now claims that it was the "worst/best idea" he's ever said. XD Enjoy!!!
Disclaimer: As you can probably tell – I don't own Gravitation. I also don't own any of the songs in this self-acclaimed "musical". I'm using actual songs that I thought would fit nicely. Assume that they were written for this musical's purpose. I take small amounts of liberty with the words at times – and even if the song is originally sung by a girl, just imagine it an octave lower. ^_^; Don't sue…? Please? Song list at the end of each "scene."
YOUR SONG
The Gravitation Musical
ACT I
SCENE I
The grand curtain is actually just a black screen that (during blackout) is pulled up into the upper wings. On the screen the words "YOUR SONG – The Gravitation Musical" are printed in bold letters in gold. Primary colored spot lights are shining down on the words to make them having a glowing "rainbow" appearance. It's fitting for the show.
The orchestra starts off with a trembling drum roll which precedes into the "Overture". It is a rendition of "Your Song" from Moulin Rouge, mixed with little bits and pieces of other instrumentals from various pieces within ACT I of the musical. The music ranges from slow romance songs to upbeat eighties music. As the orchestra opens the show (who are invisible, seeing as how they're under the stage) the theatre goes into a blackout.
During blackout the "rainbow" spot lights swirl along the black screen. It seems as though the letters are merely floating in mid air. The spots slowly die down and the letters fade into a deep red, and then to black. The stage is completely dark as the screen is pulled up by the crew. The set comes forward.
The set is a room with a back wall and two side walls that taper out. There is a door in the back wall that's slightly ajar. There is a couch against the stage left tapered wall, and a desk down stage right. A boy with pink hair is sitting on top of the desk with a notebook on his lap. He has a pen sticking out of his mouth and is deep in thought. There is a garbage pail next to him overflowing with crumpled papers. There is one piece of paper on the desk next to him that looks as though it has been folded and unfolded many times.
SHUICHI
(Frowning and chewing on the pen) The words just aren't coming to me… (pauses) Like they ever do… (sighs and spits out his pen – begins tapping a beat on the desk and starts humming a little something as the orchestra plays soft chimes and the opening of "Never Had A Dream Come True")
Everybody's got something
They have to leave behind
One regret from yesterday
That just seems to grow with time
There's no use looking back and wondering
How it could be now or might have been
Oh this I know
But still I can't find—
(The orchestra abruptly stops) Forget it. This song is crap. (rips a paper out of the book and tosses it into the garbage) I'm never going to get the lyrics for the new record done.
HIRO
(enters from the door in the back – walks up to SHUICHI and knocks on top of the boy's head) Yo.
SHUICHI
Ah, Hiro! You scared me!
HIRO
Sorry, buddy. How's it going in here? (looks to the garbage pail – incredulous)
SHUICHI
Uh… (looks to where HIRO is looking – tries to brush it off) No, no. It's good! Great, in fact! Wonderful, even! Fantas—
HIRO
(not buying it) You haven't gotten a damn thing written, have you?
SHUICHI
(sheepishly) No.
HIRO
Shit, Shuichi. You do realize that you need to have all the lyrics – yes, ALL – by Friday, right?
SHUICHI
(stares flatly – silence)
HIRO
(stares back) … (finally-) You didn't know, did you?
SHUICHI
(begins bawling) HIIROOOO!! K IS GOING TO KIIIILL MEEEEE!!!
HIRO
(unfazed) If Seguchi doesn't first, that is.
SHUICHI
(sobbing madly) You're not helping!!!
HIRO
(takes notice of the piece of paper that is lying on the desk) What's this? (picks it up – reads it over) Hey, not bad.
SHUICHI
(abruptly stops crying – grinds widely) Really??
HIRO
Yeah. But it's not finished. And it's only one song. You only have the first verse so far. It does need some work, though.
SHUICHI
You said it was good.
HIRO
I said it wasn't bad.
SHUICHI
Don't you twist your words on me.
HIRO
The only thing I suggest is working on this one until you finish it. That way we'll at least have ONE song on the record…
SHUICHI
If all you guys do is complain that I don't get the songs done, why am I the one that has to write the lyrics?!
HIRO
Because last time when I suggested we hire someone you freaked out and nearly pissed yourself in distress.
SHUICHI
Oh. … Right… (thinks for a moment – frowns) I thought I told you to never mention that again?
HIRO
You brought it up.
SHUICHI
That's it – get out! (jumps down from the table) I have work to do, dammit!! (begins pushing HIRO out the door) Out, out!
HIRO
I'm going, I'm going! Make me proud with your stellar lyrics, Oh Gifted One. (winks and closes the door behind him)
SHUICHI
(sighs and flops down into the couch – looks at the paper – orchestra plays a sad, slow melody) 'Needs work', huh? Of course it needs work… I have no inspiration… How can I write a love song when I don't have anyone to love? (forlorn)
(slow rendition of "Your Song")
My gift is my song
And this one's for you
(falters)
And you can tell everybody
That this is your song
It may be quite simple
But that's how it's done
I hope you don't mind
I hope you don't mind
That I put down in words
(pauses even though the orchestra keeps going)
I just can't do it… (hangs his head and refolds the paper – orchestra stops)
HIRO
(rushes in) Shuichi!! (panicked) Sakano and K are coming to check to see how you're doing!! You better have something to show or— (is cut off by a clicking sound – he freezes in shock)
K
(walks through the door – holding a handgun against Hiro's back – grinning – speaks in English) How's it going?
SHUICHI
(gulps but doesn't say anything)
SAKANO
(comes in behind K and walks passed K and HIRO, who still has the gun to his back) Shindou!! Please tell me you have all the lyrics written!!
SHUICHI
Uh… Well… (looks around for something to help his case)
SAKANO
(screams in despair) The President is going to kill me!! The lyrics are due in three days!! He warned me this would happen!! (crossing around on the set madly) I told him I'd be able to handle it!! Oh God – (drops to his knees) – I'm too young to die!!!
K
No problem. (pulls the gun away from HIRO and goes over to SHUICHI – presses it against his temple – reverts to Japanese) Write something for us.
SHUICHI
(nervous and still) B-b-b-b-b-but…! (the gun is pressed harder and his head is pushed to the side – his voice squeaks) I can't think of anything!
HIRO
I'm telling you: we should just hire someone!
SHUICHI
NO!! (the gun is pressed roughly – he squeaks out an apology)
SAKANO
(collapses to the floor in sudden defeat) No… Hiroshi is right… Someone should speak to the President…
K
(calm- even eerily so) As Bad Luck's producer, I believe that is your job, Sakano.
SAKANO
(whimpers) It is… isn't it?
K
And as the band's manager, I will support you.
SAKANO
(in some sort of stupor) You will… won't you?
K
(in English - ) Yes. (back to Japanese) Even after the President kills you.
SAKANO
He will… won't he?
HIRO, SHUICHI, and K
Yes.
SAKANO
(resigning to fate – stands bonelessly) Pray for me… (walks out weakly)
K
(pulls the gun away finally) Well, I'll go now and look for someone to hire while Sakano gets chewed out.
HIRO
I'll help. (follows K out)
SHUICHI
W-wait!! (jumps up) I said I don't want someone to be hired!! This is mine and Hiro's band!! Only the two of us can be involved!
K
This isn't about you anymore. It's about the public.
SHUICHI
(stunned)
K
You couldn't handle it, and the public wants good songs. I'll find someone reliable. (in English - ) Leave it to me. (walks out with HIRO in tow)
SHUICHI
(reaches out for them but the door closes – is frozen – slumps down into the couch after a few moments – the orchestra begins playing "Your Song"again – SHUICHI doesn't sing) Maybe my gift isn't song…
The lights fade out into a blackout.
End SCENE I
Author's Notes: Yes, I know I'm bizarre. Hate it? Love it? Personally – I love it. But, as we've established, I'm bizarre. XD I wonder who they are going to hire… Hmmm… PLEASE review. I need serious feedback with this story… Er… PLAY… ^_^;;
Song List:
Never Had a Dream Come True – S Club 7
Your Song – Moulin Rouge
