𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐰 | 𝐟𝐥𝐲𝐧𝐧 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫

(8)

The man you were previously speaking to began to inch towards you and your sister. You stuck your hand out to keep him away as Rapunzel shielded herself with her frying pan.

I'm malicious, mean, and scary,

My sneer could curdle dairy,

He stepped aside to reveal a chalk outline of a body on the floor, an axe driven through the wood right where the head should be. You stepped closer to Rapunzel.

And violence-wise my hands are not the cleanest.

But despite my evil look,

And my temper, and my hook,

I've always yearned to be a concert pianist.

He led you both over to a rickety wooden piano as he began to play skillfully.

Can't you see me on the stage performing Mozart?

Tickling the ivories 'til they gleam.

You relaxed a bit as he smiled at you and your sister.

Yep, I'd rather be called deadly

For my killer show tune medley,

"Thank you!" He shouted to his pretend audience, making you and Rapunzel laugh.

'Cause way down deep inside I've got a dream.

Flynn was very confused and looked around from where he was hung on the wall as the patrons in the bar sung in unison.

He's got a dream,

He's got a dream.

See, I ain't as cruel and vicious as I seem.

Though I do like breaking femurs,

You can count me with the dreamers.

Like everybody else, I've got a dream.

Mother Gothel approached the Snuggly Duckling as music permeated into the surrounding forest. She lowered her hood and looked at the old building, suspicious. Inside, another man approached you and Rapunzel. He was very unsightly, with an abnormally large nose and crooked teeth.

I've got scars and lumps and bruises,

Plus something here that oozes,

And let's not even mention my complexion.

But despite my extra toes,

And my goiter, and my nose,

I really want to make a love connection.

He passed Rapunzel a small flower and you poked her in the side teasingly. She playfully rolled her eyes at you in return.

Can't you see me with a special little lady?

Rowing in a rowboat down the stream.

Though I'm one disgusting blighter,

I'm a lover, not a fighter,

'Cause way down deep inside I've got a dream.

The bar lit up as everyone danced and sung, cups in hand. An old man in a cupid costume swung from the ceiling on a rope.

I've got a dream (He's got a dream).

I've got a dream (He's got a dream).

The old man swung by Flynn still attached to the wall. He was not happy, with his eyebrows drawn and his arms hanging loosely at his sides.