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WILL I…? (Various Locations)

STEVE:

WILL I WAKE TOMORROW FROM THIS NIGHTMARE?

GROUP #1:

WILL I WAKE TOMORROW FROM THIS NIGHTMARE?

GROUP #2:

WILL I WAKE TOMORROW FROM THIS NIGHTMARE?

GROUP #3:

WILL I WAKE TOMORROW FROM THIS NIGHTMARE?

GROUP #4:

WILL I WAKE TOMORROW FROM THIS NIGHTMARE?

ON THE STREET

THREE HOMELESS PEOPLE:

CHRISTMAS BELLS ARE RINGING

CHRISTMAS BELLS ARE RINGING

CHRISTMAS BELLS ARE RINGING

OUT OF TOWN

SANTA FE

SQUEEGIEMAN:

FELIZ NAVIDAD!

HOMELESS PERSON:

EVENING, OFFICERS

MARK:

HOMELESS PERSON:

AND A MERRY CHRISTMAS TO YOUR FAMILY

COPS:

BLANKET PERSON:

I DON’T NEED NO GODDAMN HELP

FROM SOME BLEEDING HEART CAMERAMAN

MY LIFE’S NOT FOR YOU TO MAKE A NAME FOR YOURSELF ON

ANGEL:

HE WAS JUST TRYING TO —

BLANKET PERSON:

IT’S NOT THAT KIND OF MOVIE, HONEY

LET’S GO — THIS LOT IS FULL OF MOTHERFUCKING ARTISTS

HEY ARTIST! YOU GOTTA DOLLAR? I THOUGHT NOT!

SANTA FE

ANGEL:

MARK:

ANGEL:

COLLINS:

ANGEL:

BUT I’M PRETTY SURE THEY CAN’T GET WORSE

MARK:

ANGEL:

WHEN YOU’RE SINGING THE HIT THE ROAD BLUES

THAT ANYWHERE ELSE YOU COULD POSSIBLY GO

AFTER NEW YORK WOULD BE A PLEASURE CRUISE

COLLINS:

WELL, I’M THWARTED BY A METAPHYSIC PUZZLE

AND I’M SICK OF GRADING PAPERS, THAT I KNOW

AND I’M SHOUTING IN MY SLEEP, I NEED A MUZZLE

ALL THIS MISERY PAYS NO SALARY, SO

LET’S OPEN UP A RESTAURANT IN SANTA FE

OH SUNNY SANTA FE WOULD BE NICE

LET’S OPEN UP A RESTAURANT IN SANTA FE

AND LEAVE THIS TO THE ROACHES AND M ICE

ANGEL:

COLLINS:

BUT MY STUDENTS WOULD RATHER WATCH TV

ANGEL:

ALL:

COLLINS:

BRUSH THE SAUCE ONTO THE MEAT

YOU COULD MAKE THE MENU SPARKLE WITH RHYME

YOU COULD DRUM A GENTLE DRUM

I COULD SEAT GUESTS AS THEY COME

CHATTING NOT ABOUT HEIDEGGER, BUT WINE!

LET’S OPEN UP A RESTAURANT IN SANTA FE

OUR LABORS WOULD REAP FINANCIAL GAIN

ALL:

COLLINS:

AND SAVE FROM DEVASTATION OUR BRAINS

HOMELESS:

ALL:

DEVOTE OURSELVES TO PROJECTS THAT SELL

WE’LL OPEN UP A RESTAURANT IN SANTA FE

FORGET THIS COLD BOHEMIAN HELL

COLLINS:

YOU KNOW, TUMBLEWEEDS…PRAIRIE DOGS…YEAH!

I’LL COVER YOU (The Street)

MARK:

I’ll meet you at the show.
I’ll try and convince Roger to go

ANGEL:

JUST PAY ME BACK WITH ONE THOUSAND KISSES

BE MY LOVER — I’LL COVER YOU

COLLINS:

DON’T GOT MUCH BAGGAGE TO LAY AT YOUR FEET

BUT SWEET KISSES I’VE GOT TO SPARE

I’LL BE THERE AND I’LL COVER YOU

BOTH:

NOW I KNOW YOU CAN RENT IT

A NEW LEASE YOU ARE, MY LOVE, ON LIFE — BE MY LIFE

JUST SLIP ME ON, I’LL BE YOUR BLANKET

WHEREVER — WHATEVER– I’LL BE YOUR COAT

ANGEL:

AND I’LL BE YOUR CASTLE

COLLINS:

AND I’LL BE YOUR MOAT

BOTH:

NOW I KNOW YOU CAN RENT IT

A NEW LEASE YOU ARE, MY LOVE, ON LIFE

ALL MY LIFE I’VE LONGED TO DISCOVER

SOMETHING AS TRUE AS THIS IS

COLLINS:

AND I’LL COVER YOU

WITH A THOUSAND SWEET KISSES

I’LL COVER YOU

WITH A THOUSAND SWEET KISSES

I’LL COVER YOU

WITH A THOUSAND SWEET KISSES

I’LL COVER YOU

ANGEL:

AND YOU’RE LONELY

YOU’VE GOT ONE

NICKEL ONLY

WHEN YOU’RE WORN OUT AND TIRED

WHEN YOUR HEART HAS EXPIRED

BOTH:

OH LOVER I’LL COVER YOU

WE’RE OKAY (At the pay phone)

JOANNE:

STEVE — JOANNE — THE MURGET CASE?

A DISMISSAL! GOOD WORK COUNSELLOR

WE’RE OKAY

HONEYBEAR –WAIT, I’M ON THE OTHER PHONE

YES, I HAVE THE COWBELL

WE’RE OKAY

SO TELL THEM WE’LL SUE

BUT A SETTLEMENT WILL DO

SEXUAL HARASSMENT AND CIVIL RIGHTS TOO

STEVE, YOU’RE GREAT

NO YOU CUT THE PAPER PLATE

DIDJA CHEAT ON MARK A LOT, WOULD YOU SAY?

WE’RE OKAY

Honey, hold on…

Steve, hold on…

HELLO?

DAD — YES I BEEPED YOU

MAUREEN IS COMING TO MOTHER’S HEARING

WE’RE OKAY

HONEY — WHAT?

NEWT’S LESBIAN SISTER

I’LL TELL THEM

YOU HEARD?

THEY HEARD

WE’RE OKAY

AND TO YOU DAD

YES — JILL IS THERE?

STEVE GOTTA —

JILL WITH THE SHORT BLACK HAIR?

THE CALVIN KLEIN MODEL?

STEVE GOTTA GO!

THE MODEL WHO LIVES IN PENTHOUSE A??

WE’RE…WE’RE OKAY!

I’M ON MY WAY

CHRISTMAS BELLS (Various locations, St. Marks Place)

FIVE HOMELESS PEOPLE:

CHRISTMAS BELLS ARE RINGING

CHRISTMAS BELLS ARE RINGING

CHRISTMAS BELLS ARE RINGING

ON TV — AT SAKS

SQUEEGIEMAN:

HONEST LIVING, HONEST LIVING

HONEST LIVING, HONEST LIVING

ALL FIVE HOMELESS:

CAN’T YOU SPARE A DIME OR TWO

HERE BUT FOR THE GRACE OF GOD GO YOU

YOU’LL BE MERRY

I’LL BE MERRY

THOUGH MERRY AIN’T IN MY VOCABULARY

NO SLEIGH BELLS

NO SANTA CLAUS

NO YULE LOG

NO TINSEL

NO HOLLY

NO HEARTH

NO

SOLOIST:

ALL FIVE:

NO ROOM AT THE HOLIDAY INN — OH NO

AND IT’S BEGINNING TO SNOW

VENDORS:

MOUNTAIN BIKES, POTPOURRI

LEATHER BAGS, GIRLIE MAGS

FORTY FIVES, AZT

VENDOR #1:

ALL:

AND IT’S BEGINNING TO SNOW

VENDOR #2:

OWNED BY AN MBA FROM DOWNTOWN

I GOT A TWEED BROKEN IN BY A GREEDY BROKER

WHO WENT BROKE AND THEN BROKE DOWN

COLLINS:

ANGELS:

COLLINS:

ALL YOU DO IS GIVE

GIVE ME SOME WAY

TO SHOW

HOW YOU’VE TOUCHED ME SO

ANGEL:

LET’S SEE SOME MORE

NO —

NO —

NO

ANGEL:

MARK:

AND SHE PUT ON A POUT AND SHE WANTED YOU

TO TAKE HER OUT TONIGHT?

ROGER:

MARK:

ROGER:

BUT I PUSHED HER AWAY

IT WAS BAD — I GOT MAD

AND I HAD TO GET HER OUT OF MY SIGHT

MARK:

ROGER:

IT’S THE ONE VICE LEFT — WHEN YOU’RE DEAD MEAT

THERE — THAT’S HER

MARK:

ROGER:

MARK:

ROGER:

BOTH:

COPS:

MIMI & JUNKIES:

FOLLOW THE POCKETS FULL OF THE JAM

FOLLOW THE MAN — FOLLOW THE MAN

HELP ME OUT, DADDY, IF YOU CAN

GOT ANY D MAN?

THE MAN:

MIMI & JUNKIES:

THE MAN:

MIMI & JUNKIES:

ANY SMACK

ANY HORSE

ANY JUGIE BOOGIE BOY

ANY BLOW?

ROGER:

MIMI:

ROGER:

I’M SORRY FOR THE WAY —

MIMI:

ROGER:

CAN I MAKE IT UP TO YOU?

MIMI:

ROGER:

MIMI:

THE MAN:

YOU STEAL MY CLIENT — YOU DIE

ROGER:

YOU’LL NEVER LACK FOR CUSTOMERS

JUNKIES:

I’M ILLIN’

I GOTTA GET MY SICKNESS OFF

GOTTA RUN, GOTTA RIDE

GOTTA GUN, GOTTA HIDE — GOTTA GO

THE MAN:

BENNY:

WISH ME LUCK ALISON — THE PROTEST IS ON

COAT VENDOR:

GEOFFREY BEENE

BURBURRY ZIP OUT

LINING

JUNKIES:

GOT ANY D MAN?

GOT ANY B MAN?

GOT ANY CRACK

GOT ANY X?

SQUEEGIEMAN:

ROGER:

MARK/MIMI:

ROGER:

COAT VENDOR:

THE MAN:

VENDORS:

COLLINS:

COAT VENDOR:

MARK:

ANGEL:

COLLINS:

MIMI:

THE MAN:

COLLINS:

ANGEL:

BENNY:

COLLINS:

BENNY:

HOMELESS & VENDORS:

CHRISTMAS BELLS ARE SWINGING

CHRISTMAS BELLS ARE RINGING

CHRISTMAS BELLS ARE SINGING

I N MY DREAMS — NEXT YEAR

ONCE YOU DONATE YOU CAN GO

CELEBRATE IN TUCKAHOE

YOU’LL FEEL CHEERY

I’LL FEEL CHEERY

THO’ I DON’T REALLY KNOW THAT THEORY

NO BATHROBE

NO STEUBEN GLASS

NO CAPPUCCINO MAKERS

NO PEARLS, NO DIAMONDS

NO “CHESTNUTS ROASTING ON AN OPEN FIRE”

CHESTNUTS ROASTING ON AN OPEN FIRE

NO ROOM AT THE HOLIDAY INN, OH NO —

COPS:

JUST LIKE THE ONES I USED TO KNOW

JINGLE BELLS — PRISON CELLS

FA LA LA LA — FA LA LA LA

YOU HAVE THE RIGHT TO REMAIN

SILENT NIGHT HOLY NIGHT

FALL ON YOUR KNEES OH NIGHT DIVINE

YOU’LL DO SOME TIME

FA LA LA LA LA — FA LA LA LA LA

JUNKIES:

GOT ANY B MAN? GOT AN X? — CRACK?

I’M WILLIN’ — I’M ILLIN’

GOTTA GET MY SICKNESS OFF

C – D HELP ME

FOLLOW THE MAN FOLLOW THE MAN

FOLLOW THE MAN

JUGIE BOOGIE — JUGIE BOOGIE

FOLLOW THE MAN FOLLOW THE MAN

ANY CRACK, ANY X, ANY JUGIE BOOGIE BOY

ANY BLOW, ANY X, ANY JUGIE BOOGIE BOY

GOT ANY D MAN, GOT ANY C MAN

GOT ANY CRACK, ANY X, ANY JUGIE BOOGIE?

COAT VENDOR:

ANGEL:

COAT VENDOR:

ANGEL:

COAT VENDOR:

ANGEL:

COAT VENDOR:

ANGEL:

COAT VENDOR:

ANGEL:

COAT VENDOR:

ANGEL:

COAT VENDOR:

ANGEL:

COAT VENDOR:

ANGEL:

COAT VENDOR:

ANGEL:

COAT VENDOR:

ANGEL:

COAT VENDOR:

ANGEL:

COAT VENDOR:

ANGEL:

COAT VENDOR:

ANGEL & COAT VENDOR:

SOLD!

MARK & ROGER:

MIMI:

ROGER:

MARK:

ROGER:

MIMI:

ALL THREE:

I SHOULD TELL YOU I SHOULD TELL YOU

I SHOULD TELL YOU I SHOULD TELL YOU

I SHOULD TELL YOU I…

ALL:

AND IT’S BEGINNING TO

AND IT’S BEGINNING TO…

MAUREEN:

ALL:

OVER THE MOON (The Lot)

MARK:

Maureen’s performance

MAUREEN:

I FOUND MYSELF IN A DESERT CALLED CYBERLAND. IT WAS HOT.

MY CANTEEN HAD SPRUNG A LEAK AND I WAS THIRSTY.

OUT OF THE ABYSS WALKED A COW — ELSIE. I ASKED IF SHE HAD ANYTHING TO DRINK.

SHE SAID, “I’M FORBIDDEN TO PRODUCE MILK. IN CYBERLAND, WE ONLY DRINK DIET COKE.”

SHE SAID, “ONLY THING TO DO IS JUMP OVER THE MOON”

“THEY’VE CLOSED EVERYTHING REAL DOWN…LIKE BARNS, TROUGHS,

PERFORMANCE SPACES…

AND REPLACED IT ALL WITH LIES AND RULES AND VIRTUAL LIFE. BUT THERE IS A WAY OUT…”

BACKUPS:

LEAP OF FAITH LEAP OF FAITH

MAUREEN:

I GOTTA GET OUT OF HERE! IT’S LIKE I’M BEING TIED TO THE HOOD OF A

YELLOW RENTAL TRUCK, BEING PACKED IN WITH FERTILIZER AND FUEL OIL,

PUSHED OVER A CLIFF BY A SUICIDAL MICKEY MOUSE! — I’VE GOTTA FIND A WAY

TO JUMP OVER THE MOON

“ONLY THING TO DO IS

JUMP OVER THE MOON”

THEN A LITTLE BULLDOG ENTERED. HIS NAME (WE HAVE LEARNED) WAS BENNY.

AND ALTHOUGH HE ONCE HAD PRINCIPLES, HE ABANDONED THEM TO LIVE AS A LAP DOG TO A WEALTHY DAUGHTER OF THE REVOLUTION.

“THAT’S BULL,” HE SAID. “EVER SINCE THE CAT TOOK UP THE FIDDLE, THAT COW’S BEEN JUMPY.

AND THE DISH AND SPOON WERE EVICTED FROM THE TABLE–AND ELOPED…

SHE’S HAD TROUBLE WITH THAT MILK AND THE MOON EVER SINCE. MAYBE IT’S A FEMALE THING.

‘CAUSE WHO’D WANT TO LEAVE CYBERLAND ANYWAY?…WALLS AIN’T SO BAD.

THE DISH AND SPOON FOR INSTANCE. THEY WERE DOWN ON THEIR LUCK — KNOCKED ON MY DOGHOUSE DOOR.

I SAID, “NOT IN MY BACKYARD, UTENSILS! GO BACK TO CHINA!”

“THE ONLY WAY OUT IS UP,” ELSIE WHISPERED TO ME. “A LEAP OF FAITH.

STILL THIRSTY?” SHE ASKED. PARCHED. “HAVE SOME MILK.”

I LOWERED MYSELF BENEATH HER AND HELD MY MOUTH TO HER SWOLLEN UDDER AND SUCKED THE SWEETEST MILK I’D EVER TASTED.

“CLIMB ON BOARD,” SHE SAID. AND AS A HARVEST MOON ROSE OVER CYBERLAND,
WE REARED BACK AND SPRANG INTO A GALLOP. LEAPING OUT OF ORBIT!!!

I AWOKE SINGING

ONLY THING TO DO

ONLY THING TO DO IS JUMP

ONLY THING TO DO IS JUMP OVER THE MOON

ONLY THING TO DO IS JUMP OVER THE MOON

OVER THE MOON — OVER THE

MOOOOOOOO

MOOOOOOOO

MOOOOOOOO

MOOOOOOOO

MOO WITH ME

Thank you.

LA VIE BOHEME (Life Café)

RESTAURANT MAN:

NOT TONIGHT PLEASE NO

MISTER — CAN’T YOU GO

NOT TONIGHT — CAN’T HAVE A SCENE

ROGER:

RESTAURANT MAN:

YOU — HELLO, SIR–

I SAID NO

IMPORTANT CUSTOMER

MARK:

RESTAURANT MAN:

MARK:

I HAD A TEA THE OTHER DAY

RESTAURANT MAN:

MARK:

COLLINS:

RESTAURANT MAN:

ALL:

MAUREEN:

RESTAURANT MAN:

COLLINS:

BENNY:

TO MAUREEN’S NOBLE TRY — IT WENT WELL

MAUREEN:

BENNY:

NOT COUNTING THE HOMELESS HOW MANY TICKETS WEREN’T COMP’ED?

ROGER:

BENNY:

ROGER:

BENNY:

ANGEL:

BENNY:

BENNY, MARK, ANGEL, COLLINS:

EVITA

BENNY:

A BRIGHT AND CHARMING GIRL LIKE YOU

HANGS OUT WITH THESE SLACKERS

(WHO DON’T ADHERE TO DEALS)

THEY MAKE FUN — YET I AM THE ONE

ATTEMPTING TO DO SOME GOOD

OR DO YOU REALLY WANT A NEIGHBOURHOOD

WHERE PEOPLE PISS ON YOUR STOOP EVERY NIGHT?

BOHEMIA, BOHEMIA’S A FALLACY IN YOUR HEAD

THIS IS CALCUTTA — BOHEMIA IS DEAD

MARK:

COLLINS & ROGER:

KYRIE ELEISON

YITGADAL V’ YITKADASH (ETC.)

MARK:

NO ONE KNEW HER WORTH

THE LATE GREAT DAUGHTER OF MOTHER EARTH

ON THIS NIGHT WHEN WE CELEBRATE THE BIRTH

IN THAT LITTLE TOWN OF BETHLEHEM

WE RAISE OUR GLASS — YOU BET YOUR ASS TO —

LA VIE BOHEME

ALL:

LA VIE BOHEME

LA VIE BOHEME

LA VIE BOHEME

MARK:

PLAYING HOOKEY, MAKING SOMETHING OUT OF NOTHING

THE NEED TO EXPRESS — TO COMMUNICATE

TO GOING AGAINST THE GRAIN

GOING INSANE, GOING MAD

TO LOVING TENSION, NO PENSION

TO MORE THAN ONE DIMENSION

TO STARVING FOR ATTENTION

HATING CONVENTION, HATING PRETENSION

NOT TO MENTION OF COURSE HATING DEAR OLD MOM AND DAD

TO RIDING YOUR BIKE, MIDDAY PAST THE THREE PIECE SUITS —

TO FRUITS — TO NO ABSOLUTES — TO ABOLUT — TO CHOICE

TO THE VILLAGE VOICE — TO ANY PASSING FAD

TO BEING AN US — FOR ONCE — INSTEAD OF A THEM

ALL:

LA VIE BOHEME

MAUREEN:

JOANNE:

MAUREEN:

DON’T GIVE ME THAT FACE

MR. GREY:

MAUREEN:

RESTAURANT MAN:

THREE SOY BURGER DINNER, TWO TOFU DOG PLATTER

AND ONE PASTA WITH MEATLESS BALLS

BOY:

COLLINS:

MIMI:

RESTAURANT MAN:

IS THAT IT HERE?

ALL:

MIMI & ANGEL:

TO YOGA, TO YOGURT, TO RICE AND BEANS AND CHEESE

TO LEATHER, TO DILDOS, TO CURRY VINDALOO

TO HOOVES RANCHERS AND MAYA ANGELO

MAUREEN & COLLINS:

EMOTION, DEVOTION, TO CAUSING A COMMOTION

CREATION, VACATION

MARK:

MAUREEN & COLLINS:

COMPASSION, TO FASHION, TO PASSION WHEN IT’S NEW

COLLINS:

ANGEL:

FOUR PEOPLE:

COLLINS & ROGER:

COLLINS:

ROGER:

MAUREEN:

PERSON #1:

PERSON #2:

PERSON #3:

MARK & MIMI:

TO BLOW OFF AUNTIE EM

ALL:

MAUREEN:

JOANNE:

MAUREEN:

MR. GREY:

MAUREEN:

ANGEL, COLLINS, MAUREEN, MARK, MR. GREY:

BROTHERS!

MARK, ANGEL, MIMI & THREE OTHERS:

BISEXUALS, TRISEXUALS, HOME SAPIENS

CARCINOGENS, HALLUCINOGENS, MEN

PEE WEE HERMAN

GERMAN WINE, TURPENTINE, GERTRUDE STEIN

ANTOINOINI, BERTOLUCCI, QUERIES, CARMINE BYRON

ALL:

VACLAV HOVEL — THE SEX PISTOLS, AB

TO NO SHAME — NEVER PLAYING THE FAME GAME

COLLINS:

ALL:

BENNY:

ALL:

COLLINS:

ROGER:

MARK:

BENNY:

MIMI:

BENNY:

MIMI:

BENNY:

MIMI:

BENNY:

MIMI:

BENNY:

MIMI:

MARK:

(Roger picks up a guitar and plays)

That doesn’t remind us of Muzetta’s waltz.

COLLINS:

ANGEL:

ALL:

BENNY:

MIMI:

I GET INVITED — THEN IGNORED — ALL NIGHT LONG!

ROGER:

NO ONE’S PERFECT. I’VE GOT BAGGAGE

MIMI:

I’M LOOKING FOR BAGGAGE THAT GOES WITH MINE

ROGER:

MIMI:

ROGER:

MIMI:

OTHERS:

MIMI:

ROGER:

MIMI:

ROGER:

I SHOULD TELL YOU

ROGER:

I FORGET HOW TO BEGIN IT

MIMI:

I HAVE YET TO BE IN IT — I SHOULD TELL YOU

ROGER:

MIMI:

ROGER:

MIMI:

ROGER:

MIMI:

ROGER:

MIMI:

BOTH:

WELL, HERE WE GO

NOW WE —

MIMI:

ROGER:

MIMI:

ROGER:

MIMI:

BOTH:

WHO GOES THERE

WHO KNOWS

HERE GOES

TRUSTING DESIRE — STARTING TO LEARN

WALKING THROUGH FIRE WITHOUT A BURN

CLINGING — A SHOULDER, A LEAP BEGINS

STINGING AND OLDER, ASLEEP ON PINS

SO HERE WE GO — NOW WE —

ROGER:

MIMI:

ROGER:

BOTH:

HERE GOES — HERE GOES

HERE GOES — HERE GOES

HERE GOES — HERE GOES

LA VIE BOHEME B

MAUREEN:

JOANNE:

MAUREEN:

JOANNE:

THEY’VE PADLOCKED YOUR BUILDING

AND THEY’RE RIOTING ON AVENUE B

BENNY CALLED THE COPS

MAUREEN:

JOANNE:

THE COPS ARE SWEEPING THE LOT

BUT NO ONE’S LEAVING

THEY’RE JUST SITTING THERE, MOOING!

ALL:

TO DANCE

A GIRL:

MUSCLE SPASM, CHIROPRACTORS,

SHORT CAREERS, EATING DISORDERS

ALL:

MARK:

DARK ROOMS, PERFECT FACES, EGOS

MONEY, HOLLYWOOD AND SLEAZE

ALL:

ANGEL:

RHYTHM, FEELING, POWER, HARMONY AND HEAVY COMPETITION

ALL:

COLLINS & MAUREEN:

FORCING CHANGES, RISK AND DANGER

MAKING NOISE AND MAKING PLEASE

ALL:

MAUREEN:

MARK:

COLLINS & ANGEL:

ALL:

TO PEOPLE LIVING WITH, LIVING WITH, LIVING WITH

NOT DYING FROM DISEASE

LET HE AMONG US WITHOUT SIN

BE THE FIRST TO CONDEMN

LA VIE BOHEME

LA VIE BOHEME

LA VIE BOHEME

MARK:

IS ANYONE IN THE MAINSTREAM

ANYONE ALIVE — WITH A SEX DRIVE

TEAR DOWN THE WALL — AREN’T WE ALL

THE OPPOSITE OF WAR ISN’T PEACE

IT’S CREATION

ALL:

LA VIE BOHEME

LA VIE BOHEME

ALL:

MARK:

The riot continues.
The Christmas tree goes up in flames.

The snow dances.

Oblivious, Mimi and Roger exchange a small, lovely kiss.

ALL:

END OF ACT ONE

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