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Audition Central: Xanadu JR.
Script: Other Muses
SIDE 1
Notice how we do inspire the humans here in Los Angeles and Orange Counties.
Inspiration here, it would seem, is received like water in a land of drought.
Oooh, snapeth.
(#5 THE MUSES MUSE (PART 1) begins.)
(enters and speaks formally)
Huzzah, Sisters!
Huzzah to Clio, leader of the Muses!
As I am being pursued by the mortal named Sonny Malone, my intercourse with you must be fleeting.
Yes, my younger and exceedingly immature sister, I indeed notice your labors with this human are more then ardent are you falling in love with him? Or do you simply wish to create art yourself?
You speak with a serpent s tongue, my old, old, ancient and potentially senile sister. I know that for Muses to create is forbidden by Zeus himself. Forbidden almost as much as falling in love with a mortal. My work with the one they call Sonny Malone is purely selfish. For Zeus has appeared to me in dreams and told me that one day soon I will inspire a creation so wondrous that I will be granted the gift of... Xanadu!
(#6 THE MUSES MUSE (PART 2) begins.)
(except Melpomene and Calliope)
Xanadu!
Xanadu? The gift so grand that none of us truly knows what it is?
SIDE 2
Zeus tells me he will be sending a sign. And now I must go and inspire great work!
(#7 THE MUSES MUSE (PART 3) begins. KIRA exits.)
Sweet Sisters of Inspiration!
Let us attend to our various charges!
(#8 THE MUSES MUSE (PART 4) begins. The MUSES exit, leaving MELPOMENE and CALLIOPE alone.) begins. KIRA exits.)
Calliope, hasten hither.
I m already hither.
I crave a word with you. I need not tell you, as first born, I was entitled to the position of leader of the Muses.
And yet Zeus did not grant thusly. What gives?
Achelous. [akhe-ló-os]
The river god?
He was a river god, and he was a rambling man. He left me with my daughters, Molpe [mol-pay], Peisonoe [pay-so-no-ee], Thelxiepeia [thel-ksee-EH-pee-ah]
Like a Jennifer or a Susan would have killed you.
Ah, my daughters! For years I instructed them in the lute and the flute. And now they sit by the seaside singing and playing and luring sailors to their rocky deaths. Yes, my daughters, the Sirens.