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back at the house on sunset - andrew lloyd webber lyrics

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[max, spoken]
where have you been?

[joe, spoken]
out. i -ssume i can go out when i feel like it

[max, spoken]
madame is quite agitated. earlier this evening, she wanted you for something and you could not be found

[joe, spoken]
well, that’s tough

[max, spoken]
i don’t think you understand, mr. gillis. madame is extremely fragile. she has moments of melancholy. there have been suicide attempts

[joe, spoken]
why? because of her career? she’s done well enough
look at all the fan mail she gets every day

[max, spoken]
i wouldn’t look too closely at the postmarks if i were you

[joe, spoken]
you mean you write them?

[max, spoken]
will you be requiring some supper this evening, sir?

[joe, spoken]
no. and max?

[max, spoken]
yes, sir?

[joe, spoken]
who the h-ll do you think you are, bringing my stuff up from my apartment without consulting me? i have a life of my own – now you’re telling me i’m supposed to be a prisoner here

[max, spoken]
i think, perhaps, sir, you will have to make up your mind to abide by the rules of this house. that is, if you want the job

[joe]
i started work on the script
i hacked my way through the thicket
a maze of fragmented ramblings
by a soul in limbo
she hovered there like a hawk
afraid i’d damage her baby

[norma, spoken]
what’s that?

[joe, spoken]
i thought we might cut away from the slave market…

[norma, spoken]
cut away from me?

[joe, spoken]
norma, they don’t want you in every scene

[norma, spoken]
of course they do. what else would they have come for? put it back

[joe]
i’d made my first big mistake
i’d put my foot in the quicksand
it wouldn’t be a few days
paste and scissors
this would take weeks

the house was always so quiet
just me and max and that organ
no one phoned and n-body ever came
and there was only one kind
of entertainment on hand

max, what’s on this evening?
i hope it’s not one of her weepy melodramas

[max]
we’ll be showing
one of madam’s enduring cl-ssics
the ordeal of joan of arc

[joe]
oh, god
we saw that last week

[max]
a masterpiece can never pall
she is the greatest star of all

- andrew lloyd webber lyrics

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