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!