(A spot light lights up to reveal ALEX riding in a taxi while the DRIVER is driving.)
Alex (on the phone with WENDY): Hey Wend.
(Another spot light reveals Wendy in her bedroom on the phone.)
Wendy: Hey Ale. What's up?
Alex: They rescheduled prom. It's two days earlier, so I'm on my way to you right now
Wendy: Well, I get to see you sooner. It's quite late here and I have to go to bed. Sorry Ale.
Alex: It's okay. I'll see you in two days. Bye, Love you Wend.
Wendy: I love you too Ale.
(WENDY hangs up the phone.)
Alex
LAZY LOVER, FIND A PLACE FOR ME AGAIN. YOU FELT IT ONCE BEFORE,
I KNOW YOU DID. I COULD SEE IT.
WHISKEY PRINCESS DRINK ME UNDER, PULL ME IN. YOU HAD ME AT
COME OVER BOY, I NEED A FRIEND. I UNDERSTAND.
BACKSEAT SERENADE, DIZZY HURRICANE. OH GOD I'M SICK OF
SLEEPING ALONE. YOU'RE SALTY LIKE A SUMMER DAY. KISS THE SWEAT
AWAY, TO YOUR RADIO.
BACKSEAT SERENADE, LITTLE HAND GRENADE. OH, GOD I'M SICK
OF SLEEPING ALONE. YOU'RE SALTY LIKE A SUMMER DAY. KISS THE PAIN
AWAY TO YOUR RADIO.
Wendy
YOU TAKE ME OVER. I THROW YOU UP AGAINST THE WALL. WE'VE
SEEN IT ALL BEFORE, BUT THIS ONE'S DIFFERENT. IT'S DELIBERATE.
YOU SEND ME REELING, CALLING OUT TO YOU FOR MORE. THE
VALUE OF THIS MOMENT LIVES IN METAPHOR. YEAH THROUGH IT
ALL.
BACKSEAT SERENADE, DIZZY HURRICANE. OH GOD I'M SICK OF
SLEEPING ALONE. YOU'RE SALTY LIKE A SUMMER DAY. KISS THE SWEAT
AWAY. TO YOUR RADIO.
BACKSEAT SERENADE, LITTLE HAND GRENADE. OH GOD I'M
SICK OF SLEEPING ALONE. YOU'RE SALTY LIKE A SUMMER DAY. KISS
THE PAIN AWAY, TO YOUR RADIO.
BACKSEAT SERENADE, DIZZY HURRICANE. OH GOD I'M SICK
OF SLEEPING ALONE. YOU'RE SALTY LIKE A SUMMER DAY. KISS
THE SWEAT AWAY, TO YOUR RADIO.
Wendy and Alex
BACKSEAT SERENADE, LITTLE HAND GRENADE. OH, AREN'T
YOU SICK OF SLEEPING ALONE? WE'RE SALTY LIKE A SUMMER
DAY. KISS THE PAIN AWAY, TO YOUR RADIO.
(OH, GOD I'M SICK OF SLEEPING ALONE)
(WENDY's spot light fades to black.)
Driver: That was beautiful young one.
Alex: Thanks, I'm in a band and I'm going to get my girlfriend.
Driver: I might just cry.
Alex: Please don't, I don't want us to crash, and I don't have time to pull over.
Driver: Right, let's get you to your girlfriend.
(All stage/spot lights black out.)
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All Time Low: The Musical
Fanfiction*All songs belong to their respected owners. No copyright infringement intended* Please don't steal my ideas, I worked so hard on this. it took about a month and a half to write. I love All Time Low. I was listening to Somewhere in Neverland and i...
