A/N: hey everyone! i'm just writing an Author Note to say that this might be the last chapter of this story. i'm glad that everyone enjoyed it as much as i enjoyed writing it.
love, peace and happiness
From,
Roger Davis' Song of Glory (aka Mimi)
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
(chapter title – A New Day Has Begun)
Sara sighed and adjusted her black Cat outfit. Her choir class was putting on the musical, CATS. The choir teacher, Mrs. Jones, had made sure everyone got a solo or a part in the play. Sara's cat's name was RoseWiskers – a black cat who was in love with Mr. Mistofolees – a cat magician.
Sara tried to sit still as a girl in the Drama Club applied her makeup, which included black face paint, black eyeliner, black lipstick and black mascara. Her new best friend, Ally, had gotten the part of Macavity – the cat criminal.
An hour later, the band class played the opening number as the class of fifteen students found spots on the stage.
"Are you blind when you're born? Can you see in the dark?
Dare you look at a king? Would you sit on his throne?
Can you say of your bite that it's worse than your bark?
Are you cock of the walk when you're walking alone?" One group of the choir sang.
"Because jellicles are and Jellicles do.
Jellicles do and Jellicles would.
Jellicles would and Jellicles can.
Jellicles can and Jellicles do." Everyone in the choir sang.
"When you fall on your head, do you land on your feet?
Are you tense when you sense there's a storm in the air?
Can you find your way blind when you're lost in the street?
Do you know how to go to the Heaviside Layer?" Sara sang.
"Because Jellicles can and Jellicles do.
Jellicles do and Jellicles can.
Jellicles can and Jellicles do.
Jellicles do and Jellicles can.
Jellicles can and Jellicles do." Everyone in the choir sang.
"Can you ride on a broomstick to places far distant?
Familiar with candle, with book, and with bell?
Were you Whittington's friend? The Pied Piper's assistant?
Have you been an alumnus of heaven and hell?" Sara and a girl named Erin sang.
"Are you mean like a minx? Are you lean like a lynx?
Are you keen to be seen when you're smelling a rat?
Were you there when the pharaohs commissioned the Sphinx?
If you were and you are, you're a Jellicle Cat!
Jellicle songs for Jellicle Cats.
Jellicle songs for Jellicle Cats.
Jellicle songs for Jellicle Cats.
Jellicle songs for Jellicle Cats.
Jellicle songs for Jellicle Cats." Everyone in the choir sang.
"We can dive through the air like a flying trapeze.
We can turn double somersaults, bounce on a tire.
We can run up a wall, we can swing through the trees.
We can balance on bars, we can walk on a wire." A group of the choir sang.
"Jellicles can and Jellicles do.
Jellicles can and Jellicles do.
Jellicles can and Jellicles do.
Jellicles can and Jellicles do." One group of the choir sang.
"Jellicle songs for Jellicle Cats.
Jellicle songs for Jellicle Cats.
Jellicle songs for Jellicle Cats.
Jellicle songs for Jellicle Cats." Another group of the choir sang.
"Can you sing at the same time in more than one key?
Duets by Rossini and waltzes by Strauss?
And can you (as cats do) begin with a 'C'?
That always triumphantly brings down the house?" everyone in the choir sang.
"Jellicle Cats are queen of the nights singing at astronomical heights.
Handling pieces from the 'Messiah.'
Hallelujah, angelical choir.
The mystical divinity of unashamed felinity.
Round the cathedral rang 'Vivat.'
Life to the everlasting cat!
Feline, fearless, faithful and true to others who do-what . . .
Jellicles do and Jellicles can.
Jellicles can and Jellicles do.
Jellicle Cats sing Jellicle Chants.
Jellicles old and Jellicles new.
Jellicle song and Jellicle dance.
Jellicle songs for Jellicle Cats.
Jellicle songs for Jellicle Cats.
Jellicle songs for Jellicle Cats.
Jellicle songs for Jellicle Cats.
Practical cats, dramatical cats, pragmatical cats, fanatical cats.
Oratorical cats, delphicoracle cats, skeptical cats, dispeptical cats.
Romantical cats, pedantical cats, critical parasitical cats, allegorical cats.
Metaphorical cats, statistical cats, and mystical cats.
Political cats, hypocritical cats, clerical cats, hysterical cats.
Cynical cats, rabbinical cats.
Jellicle songs for Jellicle Cats.
Jellicle songs for Jellicle Cats.
Jellicle songs for Jellicle Cats.
Jellicle songs for Jellicle Cats.
Jellicle songs for Jellicle Cats." Everyone in the choir sang.
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An hour later, it was time for Macavity. Ally laughed manically – causing everyone to look around. Two girls – Lizzy and Sammy – were the two cats that sang Macavity.
"Macavity's a mystery cat, he's called the Hidden Paw
For he's a master criminal who can defy the law.
He's the bafflement of Scotland Yard, the Flying Squad's despair
For when they reach the scene of crime, Macavity's not there!" Lizzy sang.
"Macavity, Macavity, there's no one like Macavity.
He's broken every human law, he breaks the law of gravity.
His powers of levitation would make a fakir stare
And when you reach the scene of crime, Macavity's not there!
You may seek him in the basement, you may look up in the air,
But I tell you once and once again, Macavity's not there!" the two of them looked around as Ally let out a loud laugh.
"Macavity's a ginger cat, he's very tall and thin.
You'd know him if you saw him for his eyes are sunken in.
His brow is deeply lined in thought, his head is highly domed.
His coat is dusty from neglect, his whiskers are uncombed.
He sways his head from side to side with movements like a snake
And when you think he's half asleep, he's always wide awake!" Sammy sang.
"Macavity, Macavity, there's no one like Macavity.
He's a fiend in feline shape, a monster of depravity.
You may meet him in a by-street, you may see him in the square,
But when a crime's discovered then Macavity's not there!" the two girls sang.
"He's outwardly respectable, I know he cheats at cards.
And his footprints are not found in any files of Scotland Yard's.
And when the larders looted or the jewel case is rifled.
Or when the milk is missing or another Peke's been stifled,
Or the greenhouse glass is broken and the trellis past repair,
There's the wonder of the thing: Macavity's not there!" Lizzy whispered dramatically.
"Macavity, Macavity, there's no one like Macavity.
There never was a cat of such deceitfulness and suavity.
He always has an alibi, and one or two to spare.
Whatever time the deed took place, Macavity wasn't there!" the two girls sang.
"And they say that all the cats whose wicked deeds are widely known.
I might mention Mungojerrie, I might mention Griddlebone
Are nothing more than agents for the cat who all the time.
Just controls the operations: the Napoleon of Crime!" Sammy sang.
"Macavity, Macavity, there's no one like Macavity.
He's a fiend in feline shape, a monster of depravity.
You may meet him in a by-street, you may see him in the square,
But when a crime's discovered then Macavity . . .
Macavity . . .
Macavity . . .
Macavity . . .
When a crime's discovered then Macavity's not there!" the girls sang as Ally let out one last laugh.
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The second act came and it was now time for Mr. Mistoffelees. Sara ran to stage right as soon as the song began playing.
"You ought ask Mr. Mistoffelees,
The original Conjuring Cat.
Please, listen to me, and don't scoff,
all his inventions are of his own bag.
There's no such cat, in the metropolis,
he owns all the peeten monopolies
for performing surprising illusions
and creating eccentric confusions.
The greatest magicians have something to learn
From Mr. Mistofolees Conjuring Turn.
And you'll all say:
Oh! Well, I never! Was there ever a cat so clever as magical Mr. Mistoffelees?
He is quiet, he is small, he is black
From the ears to the tip of his tail.
He can creep through the tiniest crack,
He can walk on the narrowest rail.
He can pick any card from a pack,
He is equally cunning with dice.
He is always deceiving you into believing
That he's only hunting for mice.
He can play any trick with a cork
Or a spoon and a bit of fish paste.
And if you look for a knife or a fork
And you think it is merely misplaced.
You have seen it one moment and then it is gone!
But you find it next week lying on the lawn." Ryan (the boy who played Rum Tum Tugger) sang.
"And we all say:
Oh! Well, I never! Was there ever a cat so clever as magical Mr. Mistoffelees?
Oh! Well, I never! Was there ever a cat so clever as magical Mr. Mistoffelees?
Oh! Well, I never! Was there ever a cat so clever as magical Mr. Mistoffelees?
Oh! Well, I never! Was there ever a cat so clever as magical Mr. Mistoffelees?" the choir class sang.
"My manner is vague and aloof.
You would think there was nobody shyer,
But voice has been heard on the roof
When I was curled up by the fire
And have sometimes been heard by the fire
When I was about on the roof.
At least they all heard that somebody purred
Which is uncontestable proof of my singular magical powers
And I've known the family to call me in from the garden for hours
While I was asleep in the hall." Eric (the boy who played Mr. Mistoffelees) sang.
"And not long ago, this phenomenal cat
Produced seven kittens right out of a hat!" Ryan sang.
"And we all say:
Oh! Well, I never! Was there ever a cat so clever as magical Mr. Mistoffelees?
Oh! Well, I never! Was there ever a cat so clever as magical Mr. Mistoffelees?
And not long ago, this phenomenal cat
Produced seven kittens right out of a hat!
And we all say:
Oh! Well, I never! Was there ever a cat so clever as magical Mr. Mistoffelees?
Oh! Well, I never! Was there ever a cat so clever as magical Mr. Mistoffelees?
Oh! Well, I never! Was there ever a cat so clever as magical Mr. Mistoffolees?
Oh! Well, I never! Was there ever a cat so clever as magical Mr. Mistoffolees?
Oh! Well, I never! Was there ever a cat so clever as magical Mr. Mistoffolees?
Oh! Well, I never! Was there ever a cat so clever as magical Mr. Mistoffolees?" the choir class sang happily.
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The final song of the evening began playing. A girl dressed in a ragged old coat, black high heels and a very dirty long skirt, walked across the stage. She eventually walked to the middle of the stage and looked out into the audience and began to sing.
"Midnight
Not a sound from the pavement
Has the moon lost her memory?
She is smiling alone
In the lamplight
The withered leaves collect at my feet
And the wind begins to moan
Memory All alone in the moonlight
I can smile at the old days
I was beautiful then
I remember a time I knew what happiness was
Let the memory live again"
Roger looked over at Kaitlin, who had tears streaming down her cheeks. He gently squeezed her hand and turned his attention back to the play.
"Every streetlamp seems to beat
A fatalistic warning
Someone mutters in the streetlamp gutters
And soon it will be morning
Daylight
I must wait for the sunrise
I must think of a new life
And I mustn't give in
When the dawn comes
Tonight will be a memory too
And a new day will begin
Burnt out ends of smokey days
The stale, cold smell of morning
The streetlamp dies
Another night is over
Another day is dawning"
Roger leaned over and whispered "I love you." In Kaitlin's ear. Kaitlin just nodded and continued to watch the play.
"Touch me
It's so easy to leave me
All alone with the memory
Of my days in the sun
If you touch me
You'll understand what happiness is
Look, a new day has begun"
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After the play, Roger, Kaitlin, Christopher and Hannah waited in the hallway for Sara and Ally.
"Both girls were really good." Roger told Kaitlin. Kaitlin nodded and remembered something from earlier. She pulled Roger into a quiet corner of the auditorium and pinned him against the wall.
"Whoa! Kaitlin! Everything okay?" Roger wanted to know.
"Yeah, everything's fine. During Memory, did you say you loved me?"
"Yep."
"Roger, this is happening so quickly." She felt tears coming to her eyes. "I want to start a relationship, but not right now. Maybe later, but not now." As soon as Ally and Sara came into view, Kaitlin pulled Ally towards the nearest exit without a backward glance. Roger sighed and walked over to Sara.
"Hey daddy!" Sara chirped as Roger hugged her.
"You were wonderful Miss RoseWiskers." Roger told her, ruffling her hair. Sara grinned up at him as he put an arm around her shoulder. Together, Roger, Sara, Hannah and Christopher headed out the door and to an ice cream parlor not too far from the school, talking and laughing.
A/N: don't own any of the CATS lyrics. they belong to Andrew Lloyd Webber. 'nuff said.