"Okay boys, ready to go to the park?" Mother asked from downstairs.
The four of us walked over to the top of the stairs and stood there for a minute. We all shared glances with each other. Mother stood at the bottom of the stairs, confused.
"Is there something wrong?"
I stepped forward.
"We actually wanted to work on something. Could you help make us some costumes?"
She giggled, "of course. Anything for you four."
We smiled, grabbed our things, and got to work. After reading through the play in my journal-the one I wrote when I went to Mr. Barrie's- George went to mother to describe the costumes, Jack looked for props, and Michael helped me with the movements.
We worked nonstop all week, except for when Mr. Barrie was around, that is. I've never worked so hard on something in my life.
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My brothers and I set the scene. We grabbed the sheets we placed on the clothes line, dragged over some chairs, and a few crates to stand on.
"Jack, move that chair over to there," George said, pointing with authority.
"Why do I have to do it?"
"Because your the stage manager!"
"Oh," Jack said, as he scurried to the chair.
"What can I do?" Michael asked.
"You can be the usher."
"Okay!"
I watched Michael run excitedly over to Jack, who looked to me and asked, "well what is Peter going to do?"
"You nincompoop Jack," Michael exclaimed, "he's just the writer!"
"Well, I'm not really a writer," I replied as I sat on one of the boxes.
George sat down next to me and grabbed his ukulele.
"Of course you are! Remember what Mr. Barrie always tells us?"
George:
You can be anything you wanna be
You can go anywhere you wanna see
A little hard work and you can do it
Faith will get you through it
So many possibilitys
George and Jack:
You gotta believe see it
And you can be it
The answers are all inside yourself
Peter George and Jack:
The universe has loads of space
And the gift that it gave to the whole human race
Is that
We're all made of stars
We're all made of dreams
No matter who you are
You can do what you want
Go where you like
Be who you wanna be
George:
If a doctor could save only just one life
from pain and from misery,
that's what I wanna be
Jack:
I would sail all around the world
A life of discovery
That is the life for me
Peter:
If I could write every single day I'd
Write all my cares away
Micheal:
I'd be leading a different life
A wonderful life
All:
A magical life!
Bah bah bahdy dah dah dah dah ect.
You can do what you want
Go where you like
Be who you want to be
George:
Be what you wanna be
All:
Be what you wanna be!
Suddenly, Michael turned around and exclaimed, "quick, they're coming!"
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Just a Dog in a Park (A Finding Neverland Fan Fiction)
FanficYou've heard the story of "Finding Neverland", but you haven't heard it from the perspective of Peter Llewelyn Davies. Thank you all so much for all the views and votes. It means a lot to me. ~I do not own any songs or characters from Finding Neverl...
