Ordinary Days Cast, Sort-Of Fairy Tale Lyrics from "Ordinary Days"
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Sort-Of Fairy Tale Lyricsby Ordinary Days Cast. From Ordinary Days Sort-Of Fairy Tale by Ordinary Days Cast WARREN So. DEB So. Do you have my book? WARREN I think this is sort of neat. DEB What? WARREN You and I, here to meet. It’s about as precious as precious can get. I mean, look, we’re both here, and we’ve met at the Met! DEB Listen – WARREN Anyway, ever since I found your book I have pictured this moment. DEB Really? WARREN Uh-huh DEB Wow. WARREN I imagined me standing here with Monet for a while And then you stumbling in, but with more of a smile Yes, well, in my head we hug and our friendship sets sail Like an almost, not quite, New York, sort of, fairy tale DEB Don’t touch me WARREN I sensed from your notebook your fiery nature Your penmanship crackles with rage DEB What? WARREN Your handwriting’s wonderfully hard to decipher But boy does it conjure you right off the page DEB Wait, you read my notes? WARREN Your lack of hesitation. Your violent punctuation. Yes, I knew right away you’d be someone to meet. It’s not every day I’m convinced so completely But something is telling me we’re on the trail of a Semi, could be, quasi, sort of, fairy tale. DEB Listen, I have a very important meeting – WARREN This moment could be like a scene from a movie Two hapless strangers united by fate DEB Yes, I – WARREN And I think real lives make the best kind of movies I’ve always said, “Warren, just wait. Give yourself over to fate.” And soon without warning, your life’s gonna start. One stroke at a time, like a great work of art. And now you being here, I think this could unveil a Perfect, lasting, Warren, sort of – DEB Look, I don’t mean to be a buzzkill But, here is something you should know I have wasted half my morning coming here ‘Cause you’re a fucking weirdo No, I will not lose my composure. ‘Cause, yes, I’m a civil kind of girl Ordinarily I take deep breaths and count to ten But right now I’m so far from zen That frankly, there is nothing I can do but tell you “Thanks for the waste of a day And thanks for all this annoyance and strife Yes, thanks for this waste of my time And for making me a part of your waste of a life.” I came here for my book. Not for some stupid weirdo and his stupid painting. WARREN This painting reminds me of people like us Thousands of tiny specks DEB Oh my God WARREN Huddled together in random arrangements That nobody expects Every dot, on its own ordinary and pale But thrown together one by one They make this dazzling, joyous, hopeful, sort of. Never mind. DEB So, can I have my book? WARREN Oh. Right. Sorry. DEB Oh, thank God. My Professor was not going to give me an extension because he’s like this Stalin of English lit who has yet to crack a smile in his life and if I didn’t show up in his office today with these notes my life would’ve been over. WARREN Okay. DEB Oh. Uhm. Can I buy you a cup of coffee? WARREN Really? DEB You’re gay, right? WARREN Uh-huh DEB Twenty minutes. [Thanks to Dana Jayne for lyrics]
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