There was once this girl who liked to sing incessantly in art class.
She'd be sitting at a table with several boys and a girl. On a West Side Story kind of day, she'd sing
I Feel Pretty or
Maria (making her voice sound very low and dramatic) and
America and maybe some sections from
Officer Krupke or Tonight.
Or, she might sing some songs from Cats. "I have a Gumbie Cat in mind, her name is Jenny Any Dots" or "Jellicle Cats come out tonight, jellicle cats come one, come all..."
"That one sounds stupid," any of the boys might have commented.
She'd sing Growltiger's Last Stand.
"I like that one better," one of the boys said.
"How come?"
"I don't know, I just do."
She sang some of
Gus the Theatre Cat and said, "That one is interesting because at the end he says he used to play Growltiger."
And she'd probably sing Grizzabella the Glamour Cat and Memory. Grizzabella was her favorite and the other girl at the table really liked Memory.
She liked to sing some Beatles songs. Like Eleanor Rigby.
Also Norwegian Wood,
Michelle A Hard Days Night, And I Love Her, Back in the U.S.S.R. etcetra.
The other girl would sing some of those Beatles songs too.
The boys mostly listened.
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