Nothing, Montage Part 2 (A Chorus Line) - Musical Play

So excited because 
I´m gonna go to the high school 
Of performing arts. 
I mean I was dying 
To be a serious actress. 
Anyway, it´s the first day 
Of acting class 
And we´re in the auditorium, 
And the teacher, 
Mr. Carp... ohhh Mr. Carp… 
Anyway, he puts us up on the stage 
With our legs around each other. 
One in back of the other 
And he says: 
´Ok we´re gonna do improvisations. 
Now, you´re on a bobsled, 
It´s snowing out and it´s cold. 
OK, GO!´ 

Every day for a week 
We will try to feel the motion, 
Feel the motion down the hill. 
Every day for a week 
We will try to hear the wind rush, 
Hear the wind rush, feel the chill. 

And I dug right down 
To the bottom of my soul 
To see what I had inside. 
Yes I dug right down 
To the bottom of my soul 
And I tried, I tried. 
And everybody´s going woosh, woosh, 
I feel the snow, I feel the cold, I feel the air. 
And Carp turns to me and he says: 
´Ok Morales, what did you feel.´ 
And I said nothing, 
I´m feeling nothing. 
And he said: 
´Nothing could get a girl transferred´. 

They all felt something 
But I felt nothing except the feeling 
That this bullshit was absurd. 

But I said to myself: 
´Hey it´s only the first week. 
Maybe it´s genetic. 
They don´t have bobsleds in San Juan. 

Second week, more advanced 
And we had to be a table, 
Be a sports car, ice cream cold. 

Mr. Carp, he would say: 
´Very good! Except Morales. 
Try Morales all alone.´´ 

So I dug right down 
To the bottom of my soul 
To see how an ice cream felt. 
Yes, I dug right down 
To the bottom of my soul 
And I tried to melt. 

The kids yelled nothing, 
They called me nothing. 
And Carp allowed it 
Which really makes me burn. 

They were so helpful 
They called me hopeless 
Until I really didn´t know 
Where else to turn. 

And Carp kept saying: 
´Morales, I think you should 
Transfer to girls high. 
You´ll never be an actress, never.´ 

Jesus Christ, 
Went to church praying 
´Santa Maria send me guidance, 
Send me guidance´ on my knees. 
Went to church praying 
´Santa Maria help me feel it, 
Help me feel it, pretty please´. 

And a voice from down 
Of the bottom of my soul 
Came up to the top of my head. 
And a voice from down 
Of the bottom of my soul, 
Hear is what it said. 

´This man is nothing. 
This course is nothing. 
If you want something 
Go find a better class. 
And when you find one 
You´ll be an actress. 
´And I assure you 
That´s what finally came to pass. 

Six months later 
I heard that Carp had died, 
And I dug right down 
To the bottom of my soul, 
And I cried cause I felt nothing. 
I mean I didn´t want him to die 
Or anything but... 

The summer I turned 15 
I lied about my age so 
I could join AGWA, you know, 
The Night Club Union cause 
I could make sixty dollars a day 
Working in the strip joints 
Outside the Kansas City. 

I worked at this one club 
For about eight weeks straight 
And I really became friendly 
With a stripper. 
Her name was Lola Latorse... ohhh... 
And her dynamic twin fourtyfour`s´. 
Well, she really took to me, I mean, 
We did share the only dressing room 
And she did a lot of dressing. 
Anyway, she used to come 
And pick me up and drive me to work nights. 

Well, the neighbours 
Would all be hanging outside their windows 
And she drive a fander 
Big, pink Cadillac convertible... 
And smile… 

And then I come tripping out 
Of my house with my little tuxedo 
On and my tabs usually in my hand 
And we just take off along 
The block with her waving red hair. 
Just blowing in a wind. 

Why do I pay for all these lessons, 
Dance for grandma, dance for grandma, 

My God its Steve McQuinn’s real sexy. 
But today out Steve McQuinn in 
Hang on! You can’t go to the movies 
Until you’re clean with your homework. 

Wash the car! 
Stop picking your nose! 
Poor darling you´re not old enough 
To wear a bra. 
You´ve got nothing to hold it up. 

Blotch in the bathroom with Peyton Place. 
Tits, when am I gonna grow tits. 

If tried harder 
You could be a movie star 
Then I could be a movie star. 

Well, when guys from the block 
Saw Lola they all wanted to know 
What the story was. 
So I told them about 
This big, hot, heavy romance 
We were having, 
But actually she was going out 
With this... Little brat. 

That´s what my sister was, 
A little brat. 
And that´s why I shaved your head. 
I´m glad I shaved your head. 
But then my father lost his job, 
So we had to leave El Paso 
And we wound up in St. Louie, Missouri. 
(Well.) It was the furthest thing 
From my mind to be a dancer, 
But my mother would embarrass 
Me so when she´d come to pick me up 
At school with all those great big yellow rollers 
In her hair no matter how much 
I begged her and she´d say: 

"What are you, ashamed of you own mother" 

But the thing that made my daddy laugh 
So much was when I used to jump 
And dance around the living room...