Script

Audition Central: Xanadu JR.

Script: Other Muses

SIDE 1

EUTERPE

Notice how we do inspire the humans here in Los Angeles and Orange Counties.
 

MELPOMENE

Inspiration here, it would seem, is received like water in a land of drought.
 

MUSES

Oooh, snapeth.

(#5  THE MUSES MUSE (PART 1) begins.)
 

KIRA

(enters and speaks formally)
Huzzah, Sisters!

MUSES

Huzzah to Clio, leader of the Muses!

KIRA

As I am being pursued by the mortal named Sonny Malone, my intercourse with you must be fleeting.

MELPOMENE

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?

KIRA

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.)

MUSES

(except Melpomene and Calliope)
Xanadu!

MELPOMENE

Xanadu? The gift so grand that none of us truly knows what it is?

SIDE 2

KIRA

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.)
 

EUTERPE

Sweet Sisters of Inspiration!
 

TERPSICHORE

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.)
 

MELPOMENE

Calliope, hasten hither.
 

CALLIOPE

I m already hither.
 

MELPOMENE

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.
 

CALLIOPE

And yet Zeus did not grant thusly. What gives?
 

MELPOMENE

Achelous. [akhe-ló-os]
 

CALLIOPE

The river god?
 

MELPOMENE

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]
 

CALLIOPE

Like a Jennifer or a Susan would have killed you.
 

MELPOMENE

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.