Caption: Picture of Melissa and John and their costumes for this scene. They can be anyone you imagine them to be.
When the curtains comes up, people are running here and fro, rushing to get onto their plane.
Chorus
Traffic, traffic,
All over there's traffic
Couldn't wait to board
On the plane
We're on the state of panic
Panic, manic,
All the time panicking,
Hope we get in time
As we afford to get on time
To board on the metal membrane
Of a plane
Away we go!
Somewhere far-off
Away from responsibilities
No boring activities
Just fun
Out on the run
Burnt by the sun
Don't matter, when you're away
So excited, on vacation
On a holiday, no frustration
Except to board on this plane
Look at all those security officers
Passing through their scanners
All their perch pat downs
Oh God, TSA!
What a drag!
What an hour delay
MELISSA MORRISON and JOHN STEINBECK, a couple in their early twenties, enter. Like the rest of the passengers, they're in a hurry to get into their plane.
MELISSA
Have I forgotten something?
How I hate to have something
Forgotten
One luggage, one carry on,
And a purse
Have I forgotten something?
I hope I hadn't
Cause I swear, I'd be extremely piss
John
Don't worry baby
As long as it's not our tickets and itinerary
As long as you have your luggage
We're fine. Don't stress out
Think of all the fun you'll have
With all the fun you saved
For this trip, a minor inconvenience
Won't be that hard.
Well try to fix it, no matter how hard it is
They join the chorus.
Chorus
Away we go!
Somewhere far-off
Away from responsibilities
No boring activities
Just fun
Out on the run
Burnt by he sun
Because we can
Don't matter, you're away
So excited to be on vacation
On a holiday, hope we get in time
To board on this plane
They all get on the plane.
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A Summer in Italy
RomanceMelissa is on a vacation to Italy all by herself. The vacation was a gift from her boyfriend and her aunt as they congratulate for her completion of her bachelors degree in NYU. Once she's in Italy, she would encounter handsome Italian aristocrats...
