The Glass Slipper

NARRATOR:
A LONG TIME AGO

IN A SMALL PRINCIPALITY

SOMEWHERE IN THE MIDDLE

OF A HAPPY EUROPE,

THERE WAS A RICH OLD DUKE

WHO LIVED HAPPILY IN A FINE PALACE,

AND A NUMBER OF LADIES AND GENTLEMEN

WHO LIVED HAPPILY

ON THE FASHIONABLE HILL

AND EVERYBODY ELSE WHO LIVED

HAPPILY IN THE VILLAGE.

NOW IT CAME TO PASS

THAT IN THE SPRING,

THREE DAYS OF FESTIVAL WERE DECLARED.

THEY WERE CELEBRATING

THE RETURN OF PRINCE CHARLES,

THE ONLY SON OF THE REIGNING DUKE.

MOST OF THE TOWNSPEOPLE

HAD NEVER SEEN PRINCE CHARLES.

HE HAD BEEN AWAY FOR MANY YEARS,

GETTING HIS EDUCATION

IN THE FINEST UNIVERSITIES,

CAFES, AND BOUDOIRS OF PARIS,

LONDON, AND VIENNA.

WOMAN:
NO, NOT THAT WAY!

[LAUGHTER]

WOMAN:
OH, LOOK!

NOW IT'S BEAUTIFUL.

SECOND WOMAN:
YES, LIKE THAT.

BUT A LITTLE HIGHER, WILLIE.

HIGHER?

I'LL BREAK MY NECK!

WELL, THAT'S WHA WE'RE WAITING FOR!

[LAUGHTER]

WILLIE:
WELL,

WHERE'S THE HAMMER?

SECOND WOMAN:
OH, IT'S, UH...

OH, OVER THERE!

EDWINA, HOLD THIS, PLEASE.

TIE IT TO THE OTHER ONE.

LOOK WHO'S HERE.

WELL, WHAT DO YOU WANT?

I WANT TO--TO HELP.

I CLEAN UP, EH?

I'LL PICK UP THE ONES THAT DROP,

SO THAT EVERYTHING

BE NICE AND CLEAN.

SHE'S GOING TO MAKE

EVERYTHING NICE AND CLEAN.

I'LL SWEEP THE TORN LEAVES

AND THE LITTLE STRINGS.

SEE?

STAY AWAY FROM ME,

YOU DIRTY THING!

OH, I'M NOT DIRTY!

JUST CINDERS. LOOK!

PLEASE, LOOK!

OH, MAKE HER GO AWAY, WILLIE.

MY MOTHER SAYS:

I MUSTN'T SPEAK TO HER.

GO AWAY, CINDERS.

MY NAME IS ELLA, AND I'M NOT DIRTY.

I'VE JUST BEEN CARRYING OUT THE ASHES.

JUST CINDERS AND ASHES.

MAYBE A LITTLE SOOT,

BUT I--

ELLA CINDER!

DIRTY CINDER!

ELLA CINDER!

WILLIE:
GOOD-BYE, CINDERELLA.

CINDERELLA!

CINDERELLA!

STOP IT!

NOW LOOK WHAT YOU'VE DONE,

YOU UGLY THING!

I AM NOT UGLY!

YOU ARE UGLY!

YOU SMELL OF BUTTER!

YOU HAVE A BIG FAT BOPU.

AND YOU HAVE A VOICE LIKE A PIG!

AND YOU--YOU--

YOU--

NARRATOR:

SO, YOU SEE HOW IT WAS.

OH, WELL, THEY CAN

SCARCELY BE BLAMED,

FOR SHE WAS NOT PRECISELY

AN AMIABLE CHILD.

THE GROWN-UPS OF THE TOWN

AGREED WITH THEIR SONS AND DAUGHTERS.

THEY'RE SAYING, "TSK, TSK.

DREADFUL, DREADFUL.

"THE GIRL'S A DISGRACE.

"SHE GROWS WORSE EVERY DAY.

LOOK AT HER HAIR."

IT WAS THE OLD STORY

OF THE REJECTED BECOMING

ALL THE MORE REJECTED

BECAUSE THEY BEHAVED BADLY

BECAUSE THEY'D BEEN REJECTED--

ONE OF THOSE, UH, CIRCLES.

AND THERE IT WAS AGAIN,

THE HEAT OF TEARS BURNING

BEHIND THE EYES.

AND SO SHE CAME HOME.

THIS PRIMPING IS IN PREPARATION

FOR THE ARRIVAL OF THE PRINCE,

FOR HE MAY GLANCE THEIR WAY

WHEN HE RIDES DOWN THE STREET.

THESE ARE ELLA'S STEPSISTERS.

THIS IS BIRDENA--

VIVACIOUS, DAZZLING,

BEAUTIFUL AS A ROSE,

AND POISONOUS AS A TOADSTOOL.

AND THIS IS SERAFINA--LANGUID, SEDUCTIVE,

EFFORTLESSLY ALLURING,

AND COLD AS A COBRA.

AND THIS IS ELLA'S STEPMOTHER,

THE WIDOW SONDER.

"STRAIGHTEN UP, ELLA.

"DO THIS, ELLA.

"DO THAT, ELLA.

"PICK UP THE THINGS

YOUR SISTERS DROPPED, ELLA.

"THESE ARE THE PREROGATIVES

OF BEAUTY, ELLA.

"COME, BIRDENA.

"COME, SERAFINA.

"I AM THE MOTHER OF THE PRETTIEST GIRLS

IN THE VILLAGE.

"NOT YOU, ELLA!

"STAY BACK HERE, ELLA.

"DON'T STAND WITH US.

"THE PRINCE MAY

THINK WE KNOW YOU."

[FANFARE]

CROWD:

LONG LIVE THE PRINCE!

MAN:

LONG LIVE PRINCE CHARLES!

DID YOU SEE HIM:

LOOK RIGHT THIS WAY?

HE DID, INDEED, LOOK THIS WAY.

HE LOOKED RIGHT AT ME.

AT YOU?

HE DISTINCTLY LOOKED

RIGHT AT ME.

NO, HE DIDN'T!

I SAW HIM.

OH, YOU DID NOT SEE HIM.

YOU WERE WAY BACK HERE.

I DID, TOO.

I SAW HIM.

NO, YOU DIDN'T.

I DID!

VERY WELL. WHAT DID

HE LOOK LIKE?

HE...

WELL, HE LOOKED--

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