Jon watched with a mixture of horror and amazement a three of Tortall's most revered females paced the stage like sly tigers. Or Lionesses, he mused. Suddenly their heads snapped towards Raoul, George, and him as Thayet opened her mouth. Alanna and Buri's eyes were like daggers.
"You don't own me,
I'm not just one of your many toys.
You don't own me,
don't say I can't go with other boys."
Raoul shifter uncomfortably. He wasn't the only one. Women in the room were sending their husbands and lovers significant looks. Jon stared at the singing women glumly. Why, oh why, are they waving their feminist banner here?
Now all three women sang in harmony. George semiconsciously wondered how they had it all practiced and choreographed.
"And don't tell me what to do.
And don't tell me what to say.
And please, when I go out with you,
don't put me on display!
Cause, you don't own me.
Don't try to change me in any way.
You don't own me,
don't tie me down,
cause I'd never stay."
Presently Alanna stepped forward and stared at both Jon and George. But mostly at Jon. She sang confidently,
"I don't tell you what to say.
I don't tell you what to do.
So just let me be myself,
that's all I ask of you!"
Now all attention turned to Buri as she took her own solo.
"I'm young,
and I love to be young.
I'm free,
and I love to be free.
To live my life the way that I want,
To say and do whatever I please."
Once again, they all sang together. Raoul, Jon, and George's faces were bright red and they slid down as low in their chairs as permitted.
"You don't own me,
I'm not just one of your many toys.
You don't own me,
don't say I can't go with other boys."
The song ended, and all the women stood in an impressive ovation, their clapping and cheering so contradictory to their upbringings. Jon, his face a magnificent shade of claret, stood and cleared his throat.
"Thank you much, Alanna, Thayet, Buri," he said hoarsely. They grinned in victory, Thayet most of all. She clearly thought that she had one up on the King. He, however had other plans. "Raoul? George? I take you to witness." The music started. "Thayet, see all the guys would think she's mighty fine, but mighty fine only gets you somewhere half the time and the other half only gets you cursed out or coming up short."
(A/n: Ok! So that was You Don't Own Me from the First Wives Club. And…a little hint of what is next! Don't worry, I have so many songs, there might be 50 chapters! So I'll just try to find a way to tie them all together…)