You know, a little anxious for no particular reason, a little sad that I should feel anxious at this age, you know, a little self conscious anxiety resulting in nonspecific sadness: a state that I call “blue”. How are we today? I’m feeling a little blue myself. (closing her eyes and concentrating) Wait! I’m getting it… “pick up some milk … and a loaf of rye bread … and don’t forget to shave your legs.” (she opens her eyes with a confused look, she slaps her head) Oh… I am reading my own mind, how silly! No wonder it was so easy. Presenting “Kitty, the Incomprehensible.” (speaking to audience) I’ll prove it to you… Now, think of something. I’ve also been working on a Mind Reading act. I been taking lessons just to be sure Singing. He said it himself -I’m useless in the chorus. I mean, he is putting gangster in the show and not me, I don’t understand it. Feldzieg just has to give me a shot at being the leading lady. Oh, when will love come crashing though my door? (she watches her leave) Such a skinny little fool. Now whatever you do, don’t go wandering through the garden seeking out your finance to ask him the question upon which your future happiness depends. However, I’m just this moment feeling terribly, terribly drowsy. If you are that worried why don’t you ask him? Why don’t you say, “Roger, do you love me?” Now I know you shouldn’t see the groom before the wedding and as the Chaperone that is my job and I take the responsibility very seriously. They are your feelings and something you’ll have to decide for yourself. Inspiration? Really, dear, that’s not my forte. I mean, I’m woozy right now and I’m certainly not in love. The wooziness could be caused by any number of things. Your woozy with love? ha, Not necessarily. No I have never married, I drink for pleasure, not out of necessity. Is Robert the man for me?ĭROWSY CHAPERONE: (Being philosophical) Yes, marriage, like life, is a mad whirlwind. Couldn’t you at least allay my fears with a few choice words of inspiration? I’m so conflicted. Really you’re not being the least bit helpful Chaperone. And that’s love isn’t it? I suppose I’m just looking for a sympathetic ear or anything that pertains to my situation. Have you ever been married, Chaperone? No, don’t answer… I know it seems crazy to give up a successful career to marry a man I hardly know, but somehow, for some reason when I look into his eyes … his big, monkey eyes … ah gee … I get all woozy. I’m so full of apprehension, but I suppose that’s normal, considering the circumstances. We spooned, briefly, and then he proposed. He amused me with stories of his father’s oil interests. Robert and I met on the lido deck of the Ile de France.
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