Nothing

Diana:
EV'RY DAY FOR A WEEK WE WOULD TRY TO
FEEL THE MOTION, FEEL THE MOTION
DOWN THE HILL.

EV'RY DAY FOR A WEEK WE WOULD 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 is going "Whooooshhh, whooooshhh.... I feel
the snow.... I feel the cold..... I feel the air." And Mr. Karp
turns to me and
he says, "Okay, Morales. What did you feel?"

AND I SAID...."NOTHING,
I'M FEELING NOTHING"
AND HE SAYS, "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 CONE.

MR. KAPP, HE WOULD SAY "VERY GOOD, EX-
CEPT 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 KARP 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 Karp 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 AT THE BOTTOM OF MY SOUL
CAME UP TO THE TOP OF MY HEAD.
AND THE VOICE FROM DOWN AT THE BOTTOM OF MY SOUL,
HERE 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
FIN'LLY CAME TO PASS.

SIX MONTHS LATER I HEARD THAT KARP HAD DIED.
AND I DUG RIGHT DOWN TO THE BOTTOM OF MY SOUL....
AND CRIED,
'CAUSE I FELT.... NOTHING.

I mean I didn't want him to die or anything, but....

(Music starts underscoring for next number as: Diana backs up,
exits stage left, Don enters upstage right, crosses down below line)