Rosamund (Feat. Santino Fontana & Jeremy Jordan)

What's her name?

Rosamund!

Yes, of course, it would be

"Rosamund" what?

Plinth

Plinth?
Of the meatpacking Plinths?
So, she's the meat heiress?

American fortunes often have absurd roots

But where'd you "meat" her
In the Tenderloin?
Is she "Grade A"?
Is she "beefy?"

She can sing
She can dance
She is really quite exquisite
It's a gift
From the gods
That she's here on Earth

Oh, is it?
You love money

I love Rosie

For her money

For her beautiful laugh!

It's a babbling brook

Or a jingling coin purse?

It's nothing like that

It's a bell, a chime
Full of wisdom and time

And I think that you're overwriting

My words don't suffice
They are too imprecise
She is perfect and that's all

But when she laughs
I fall to Wonderland
Fall in love, then you will understand

Her laugh is the tune
Of the silverest spoon
And so gentle
Yet it's wry and direct
Just a tad circumspect
But nonjudgmental
And transcendental!

Let me ask you a very simple question

Does she love you?

That's the best part

Congratulations

Thanks! And also the worst

See, her father arranged
Someone else for her to wed
But Rosamund must marry me instead!

Who's your competition?

A fellow in the Midwest
A man named Armitage

Of the breweries?

Yes
There's some hope in consolidating the family interests

Steak and ale, oh my word

But her father's willing to break the agreement
To let her marry me
If

If?

If I can find a way
To demonstrate the things I have in store
Some evidence of promise
Then I'm fine
To make good on my plans
To show success within my hands
If the book is published, Rosamund is mine!

Denny, it's not a novel
It's a grouping of pages
Not even a pile
You need one of those vivid words
They use for birds and cats
A gaggle of
A murder
A catastrophe of pages

Aren't you looking for something unique?
Something unpredictable?
This is it!

A book is a single thing
This is a vast, unedited, unorganized, untitled

It has a title!

And what would that title be?

The Violet Hour