Sheila:nDaddy always thought that he married beneath himnThat’s what he said, that’s what he said.nWhen he proposed he informed my mothernHe was probably her very last chance.nAnd though she was twenty-two,nThough she was twenty-two,nThough she was twenty-twonShe married him.nnLife with my dad wasn’t ever a picnicnMore like a come as you are.nWhen I was five I remember my mothernDug earrings out of the car.nI knew they weren’t hers, but it wasn’tnSomething you’d want to discuss.nHe wasn’t warm.nWell, not to her.nWell, not to us..nnButnEverything was beautiful at the ballet.nGraceful men lift lovely girls in white.nYes,nEverything was beautiful at ballet,nHey!nI was happy… at the ballet.nn(spoken) That’s when I started class.nn(Bebe turns and begins to walk downstage)nnSheila:nUp a steep and very narrow stairwaynnSheila and Bebe:nTo the voice like a metronomenUp a steep and very narrow stairwaynnSheila:nIt wasn’t paradise...nnBebe:nIt wasn’t paradise...nnSheila and Bebe:nIt wasn’t paradise...nnSheila:nBut it was home.nn(Sheila turns to face upstage, Bebe steps forward)nnBebe:nMother always said Id be very attractivenWhen I grew up, when I grew up.nDiffrent, she said, With a special somethingnAnd a very, very personal flair.nAnd though I was eight or nine,nThough I was eight or nine,nThough I was eight or nine,nI hated her.nnNow,nnDiffrent is nice, but it sure isn’t pretty.nPretty is what it’s about.nI never met anyone who was diffrentnWho couldn’t figure that out?nSo beautiful I’d never lived to see.nBut it was clear,nIf not to her,nWell then to me..nn(Maggie turns and begins to walk downstage)nnBebe and Maggie:nThat everyone is beautiful at the ballet.nEvery prince has got to have his swan.nYes,nEveryone is beautiful at the ballet.nnMaggie:nHey!nnBebe:nI was prettynnSheila:n(turning to face front) At the ballet.nn(As they sing a group upstage right demonstrates a Barre)nnSheila, Bebe, and Maggie:nUp a steep and very narrow stairwaynTo the voice like a metronome.nUp a steep and very narrow stairway,nnMaggie:nIt wasn’t paradise..nnBebe:nIt wasn’t paradise...nnSheila:nIt wasn’t paradise...nnSheila, Bebe, and Maggie:nBut it was home.nn(Barre group returns to line, lights dim on Sheila and Bebe leaving Maggie in the brightest light)nnMaggie:nI don’t know what they were for or against, really, except each other. I mean, I was born to save their marriage but when my father came to pick my mother up at the hospital he said: Well, I thought this was going to help. But I guess its not. Anyway, I did have a fantastic fantasy life. I used to dance around the living room with my arms up like this. My fantasy was that it was an Indian Chief… And he’d say to me, Maggie, do you wanna dance? And Id say, Daddy, I would love to dance.nn(Lights full on Sheila and Bebe. Other two girls sing back up Do-do-doos behind solo lines.)nnBebe:nBut it was clear..nnSheila:nWhen he proposed..nnMaggie:nThat I was born to help their marriage and when..nnSheila:nThat’s what he said..nnBebe:nThat’s what she said..nnMaggie:nI used to dance around the living room..nnSheila:nHe wasn’t warm..nnBebe:nNot to her….nn(Do-do-doos end)nnMaggie:nIt was an Indian chief and he’d saynMaggie, do you wanna dance?nAnd I said, Daddy, I would love tonEverything was beautiful at the ballet.nRaise your arms and someone’s always there.nYes, everything was beautiful at the ballet,nAt the ballet,nAt the ballet!!nn(Dance section)nnSheila, Bebe, and Maggie:nYes everything was beautiful at the ballet.nnMaggie:nHey!nnBebe:nI was prettynnSheila:nI was happynnnMaggie:nI would love to .. nnSheila, Bebe, and Maggie:nAt the ballet.