A Rose with Starry Eyes











{February 9, 2010}   quote of the day (lyrics)

OK, so going on to even further demonstrate how freaked out I am by this whole “audition” thing, I even managed to find a trigger in my song. (Although it’s not exactly difficult, seeing as my piece is from the vantage point of evil, ugly step-sisters! XD) The lyrics are under the cut.

The Step-Sister’s Lament

By Rodgers and Hammerstein, taken from Cinderella


Why would a fellow want a girl like her,

a frail and fluffy beauty,

Why can’t a fellow ever once prefer

a solid girl like me?


She’s a frothy little bubble

with a flimsy sort of charm

And with very little trouble

I could break her little arm!


Oh why would a fellow want a girl like her,

so obviously unusual?

Why can’t a fellow ever once prefer

a usual girl like me?


Her face is exquisite, I suppose…

But not more exquisite than a rose is!


Her skin may be delicate and soft,

But not any softer than a doe’s is!


Her neck is no longer than a swan’s,

She’s only as a dainty daisy,

She’s only as graceful as a bird,

So why is the fellow going cra-zy?!


Oh why would a fellow want a girl like her,

A girl who’s merely lovely.

Why can’t a fellow ever once prefer

A girl who’s merely me?!


She’s a frothy little bubble,

With a flimsy sort of air

And with very little trouble

I could pull out all her hair! Ha, ha!


Why would a fellow want a girl like her,

a girl who’s merely lovely?

Why can’t a fellow ever once prefer

a girl who’s merely me?!

What’s the matter with the man?

What’s the matter with the man?

What the matter with the man?

I wrote it this way because I find it triggering on 2 different levels: the level of aspiring to be as exquisite as a rose, a frail and “fluffy” beauty; the other level, the one I am currently at right now, wondering why people (and boys) don’t like me, practically oblivious to the obvious. Why on earth would someone choose a beautiful, graceful, charming waif over a solid, usual girl? (Emphasis on solid!) Gee, I wonder! *rolls eyes* I can become like that- if I get off my ass and work harder. But will I, is the question? Because so far I haven’t…

Trigger list for level of aspiring:

  • a frail and fluffy beauty [read: waif, feminine beauty]
  • frothy little bubble with a flimsy sort of charm [read: effervescent personality, glowing, kinetic]
  • so obviously unusual [the type of girl where she just connects with people; like a charisma, everyone turns to look when she walks in; everyone rates her a total ten but she pays no heed)
  • she’s only as graceful as a bird [visualize: gliding about in beautiful long dress, a fantastic dancer)
  • she’s only as dainty as a daisy [a size zero, obviously, and  free-spirited, like Brigitte Bardot; both “dainty”/classy and sensual at the same time.]
  • why is the fellow going cra-zy?! [when whoever you need to see you sees you- that college guy you haven’t seen in a while, that movie star you’ve had your eye on, the guy you’re meeting for the first time but you’ve practically planned the whole whirlwind experience; don’t you want him to see you and then pursue you? Love at first sight, stealing his breath, then him trailing after you the whole night, trying not to make a fool of himself or come off as obvious but everyone can see that he’s smitten with you. That’s NOT going to happen in your current state! XD )

Trigger list for where I am now:

  • Why can’t a fellow ever once prefer a solid girl like me? (visualization: a chubbsy girl with rolls over her sides and jeans that cut into her stomach wondering why no one wants to kiss her acne-pocked, pouch-y face. despite her sorrow, she can’t help but accept yet another piece of food, reasoning that it’s because she’s ‘depressed’ and ‘she’ll start tomorrow’ or workout extra later.)
  • Why can’t a fellow ever once prefer a girl who’s merely me?! (visualization: three or four years from now, you’re still a crash-dieting virgin who can’t quite measure up talent-wise and still can’t be social. You look over at the girl who has it all, living “your” life, and realize that you are still stuck in that damn rut; only now it has become comfortable, like a bed you want to never leave…)
  • Her face is exquisite, I suppose… But not more exquisite than a rose is! (a girl whose features are perfect like Nicole Kidman before botox, no excess pouch or droop; skin porcelain with rosey tint, dewey and perfect.)

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