An Operatic Tragedy

Jo: It's a mean and stormy night

the moors are bleak and bloody.

Thunder Claps,

Lighting stikes

The fair Clarissa her clothes in disarry

races across the wild coastal heath.

Now She stops

Now She runs

Will she escape will she be caught

With bold determination the villianous

aristoract Braxten Predergast LURCHES for her

Theres no escape

She's but a child

and yet she turns to fight

with eyes ablaze

this nobel girl

meets his gaze

unafraid.

She will not be defiled.

Clarissa&Jo: Keep away me you wretch

Braxten&Jo: I cannot keep away, your beauty draws me

your passion ignites me

B: I've got to hold you

C: I defy you

B: Got to have you

C: Let me by you

B: Come close

C: Don't come to close

B: Come close

C: Don't come to close

B&C: so close so close to me

B: I'll have her, and the mother too

Jo: And in that moment Rodrigo appears in magnifcent splendor

R: Unhand that women, villian

B: Who are you?

R: I am you destiny your bitterest foe

You stole what whas rightly mine, ten long years ago

You left me cold, alone, and forgotten

now I'm back to settle the score!

Prof Bhear: MISS MARCH!