Lady Marmalade LipSync Project

Cast:

Stevie +
Saba +
Sydney +
Magda +
Stella +
Veronica +
Frances +
Jenna Herrington -
Wil +
Alex Lahr +
Natasha +
Dej +
Nicie +




SCRIPT:




INTRO:


ALEX LAHR: Missy: Ladies and Gentlemen, Welcome to moulin Rouge!



DEJ: Where's all my soul sistas?
Lemme hear ya'll flow, sistas

Chorus EVERYONE:
Hey sista,
go sista,
soul sista,
flow sista
Hey sista,
go sista,
soul sista,
flow sista







1.

VERONICA: He met Marmalade down in old Moulin Rouge
Struttin' her stuff on the street
JEFF: She said,
NATASHA: "Hello, hey Joe! You wanna give it a go?" Oh! Uh-huh

VERONICA: Gitchie, gitchie, ya-ya, da-da
JEFF: hey, hey, hey!
NATASHA: Gitchie, gitchie, ya-ya, here
JEFF: heEEEre!
JEFF: Mocha Chocolata, ya-ya
NATASHA: ooh, yeah

VERONICA / NATASHA / JEFF: Creole Lady MarmalaAAAAde

DEJ: What-what, what-what
Ooh, oh

Chorus EVERYONE:
Voulez-vous coucher avec moi, ce soir?
Voulez-vous coucher avec moi?

DEJ: Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah





2.

STEVIE: He sat in her boudoir while she freshened up
SYDNEY: Boy drank all that Magnolia wine
JENNA: On her black satin sheets' where he started to freak, yeah

JENNA: Gitchie, gitchie, ya-ya, da-da
STEVIE: da-da-da!
SYDNEY: Gitchie, gitchie, ya-ya, here
STEVIE: ooh, yeah, yeah
JENNA: Mocha Chocolata, ya-ya
DEJ: yeah, yeah!

STEVIE/JENNA/SYDNEY: Creole Lady MarmalaAAAAde

Chorus EVERYONE:
Voulez-vous coucher avec moi, ce soir?
DEJ: what, what, what
Voulez-vous coucher avec moi?

STEVIE: Oooh






3.

NANCY: Yeah, yeah, YEAH, uh

WIL: We come through with the money and the garter belts
Let him know we 'bout that cake straight out the gate (uh)

NICIE: We independent women, some mistake us for whores
WIL: I'm sayin', "Why spend mine when I can spend yours?"
(SABA: I can spend yours?)

MAGDA: Disagree? Well, that's you, and I'm sorry
I'ma keep playing these cats out like Atari
(SABA: like Atariii)

WIL: Wear high heel shoes, get love from the dudes
NICIE: Four badass chicks from the Moulin Rouge
(SABA: from the moulin rouge)

NANCY:
Hey sistas, soul sistas, betta get that dough, sistas

NICIE: We drink wine with diamonds in the glass
WIL: By the case, the meaning of expensive taste

MAGDA: If you wanna gitchie, gitchie, ya-ya
Mocha Chocolata
DEJ: what
WIL / NICIE / MAGDA: Creole Lady Marmalaaaade

WIL: One more time, c'mon now








4.

NATASHA: MarmalaAAAde
(SABA: ooh, oh)

JEFF: Lady MarmalaAAAde
(SABA: ooh, yeah, yeah)

NICIE: MarmalaAAde
(SABA: no, oh, yeah)

SABA:
Hey, hey, heyEEEYYYY!

FRANCES / STELLA:
Touch of her skin, feeling silky smooth
Color of café au lait, alright
Made the savage beast inside roar until he cried

Chorus EVERYONE:
More (more), more (more), mOOOOOOore

STEVIE:
Now he's back home doin' 9 to 5
(SABA: 9 to 5)

NATASHA:
He's livin' the grey flannel life

FRANCES:
But when he turns off to sleep, memories creep

Chorus EVERYONE:
More (more), more (more), mOOOOOOOore
Gitchie, gitchie, ya-ya, da-da
(SABA: da-da, yeah)
Gitchie, gitchie, ya-ya, here
(SABA: ooh)
Mocha Chocolata, ya-ya
(NATASHA: yeah)

SABA:
Creole Lady Marmalade

Chorus EVERYONE:
Voulez-vous coucher avec moi, ce soir?
(STEVIE: ce soir, NANCY: ce soir)

Voulez vous coucher avec moi?
(VERONICA: all my sistas, yeah)

STELLA: Voulez-vous coucher avec moi, ce soir?
(STEVIE: ce soir, NANCY: ce soir)
STELLA: Voulez vous coucher avec moi

(NICIE: c’mon! Uh)

ALEX LAHR: Christina
(FRANCES: hey, oh)

ALEX LAHR: P!nk
(STEVIE: Lady Marmalade)

ALEX LAHR: Lil' Kim
(MAGDA: hey, hey, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)

ALEX LAHR: Mya
(VERONICA: oh, oh, ooh)

ALEX LAHR: Rockwilder, baby (baby)
ALEX LAHR: Moulin Rouge
(SABA: oh)

ALEX LAHR: Misdemeanor here

Chorus EVERYONE:
Creole Lady Marmalade
Ooh, ooh, yes-ah (Pink, Xtina)

-

He takes off his jeans.
I am watching.
He smiles.
If only the night was longer,
less bright.

A letter (2)

June 23, 2019

Dear M,

Today is June 23rd, almost mid day. It was raining all morning. Tables are probably wet. So are the chairs. Everything carries this odd smell of white marble, eve though everything is made of steel. I am wearing the same white shirt I wore in bed, hoping it will carry the warmth of my nightly body, quiet warmth, effortless and naive, unlike ever so anxious mind. Hoping it will carry the dreams into my real life.

I miss myself the most. Not the person I was. No. But the feelings that comprised that person, the perspectives and perceptions and accents on the objects that my eyes lingered on.

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