Never Let Them Define You

DAYS WITH NO NUMBERS

"I'm feeling like I'm on something new.

"I know I've got nothing to prove.

"Hey! I feel okay, and it's time!

"Wait! Is this right? Oh, never mind!

"I'm not gonna stay this time!

"I'm going away to somewhere new.

"I don't know what I'm gonna do.

"Wait! Are you okay? Is it fine?

"Hey! I don't mind, you know it's time!

"To make my own way in life!" She begins to tap dance rapidly, moving around the center of the stage in a clockwise motion while a troop of ballet dancers come out from both sides of the stage.

They all wear unique, monochrome outfits with traditional styles of the era. While dancing around her, one sings out in tenor, "What will you do?"

"I don't know!" replies Cassandra, who wears a vibrant, multi-colored flapper dress and waves away the question.

Another asks, "Where will you go?"

"I don't know!"

"Who do you know?"

"I don't know! I don't know! I don't know, know, know!!" She stops and turns her head to the side defiantly. "But I know one thing!

"If I knew nothing, then I'd still believe.

"This world was made for me.

"These roads were paved for me.

"The flame inside cannot deceive.

"As long as I believe in one thing!" She turns her head to the other side and looks down, then lifts up her arms slowly and reaches them together above, her head following them as they ascend, and her eyes open as she looks straight up. "I was born to be free!"

The dancers stop dancing, then get down on their knees in a wave toward the audience, and begin to sway their arms above them forward and backward in that same wave they knelt down in. They all sing harmoniously in a drawn-out way, "She is our queen!"

"No, I'm sworn to be me!" She throws her arms to the side and shakes her head.

"You are free, not like we!" They put their hands together above their heads and sway left and right synchronously.

"I just wanted to see!" She extends an arm longingly and pleads to the dull theater air.

"What do you see?"

She holds her arms out behind her and stares at the audience, looking back and forth slowly, then up at the ceiling, and raises her arms above her once again. "I don't know!" Her arms lower limply and she walks right, going around the dancers, and then off the stage.

"That was good, Cassandra," says Josephine calmly.

"Thanks. What do you think of this whole idea?"

"Well, like I said, I think it's good. Putting on a few mini-shows is a great way to build excitement; show people what you got and all that." She chuckles.

"How do you think this one's going so far?"

"I think your performance was a little dull, I mean, you were supposed to be screaming out your liberation but you were still acting a little too trapped. The dancers did great though, they were even more haunting than the rehearsals, and it made the trapped feeling work, but..."