Babbling Brooke

Lyrics: Danny Abosch/John Maclay Music: Danny Abosch/John Maclay BROOKE: Oh! Hello. BRIAN: Hello. BROOKE: You're in my chair. BRIAN: No, this is my chair. BROOKE: Excuse me? BRIAN: Oh! I'm sorry, I meant…. I thought Ms. Walker said, "sit anywhere." BROOKE: Oh! Yeah, she… Probably meant anywhere over there. I've sat here next to Zeke all year. But there's an empty seat right here, On my other side. You could sit there. Next to me. I'd like that. I mean… if you would like that, I would be totally fine with that, but up to you, I mean, 'cause I don't care where you sit, of course… BROOKE: What is happening? What is happening? Here is something about this boy Unlike anything I've ever seen. Those eyes…so green… Brooke! My name is Brooke! Brooke! BRIAN: Are you Brooke Rodgers? BROOKE: Yes… BRIAN: I heard you got the starring role. BROOKE: How did you hear that already? And how did you know my name? I mean, are you, like, Stalking me? 'Cause that's creepy. Super creepy. I mean…. BRIAN: (spoken) No… I just overheard some kids talking on the bus… BROOKE: Oh my gosh, I'm sorry. I don't know why I just said "stalking". When I get nervous, I start talking. I can't help it. Now you're gawking. Please stop gawking? And it seems that I'm still talking. Yeah Maybe you could do some talking. BRIAN: (spoken) Well— I'm Brian. BROOKE: (spoken) Hi, Brian. I'm Brooke. BRIAN: (spoken) Yeah. You said. Brooke Rodgers. BROOKE: (spoken) Yeah. So Brian, you're a double knot kinda guy? BRIAN: (spoken) What? BROOKE: (spoken) Your shoelaces. They're double knotted. That's cool. Oh my gosh, what's gotten into me? Stupid, Brooke! Stupid! I always have the words to say, But every time he turns my way, We share a look, And I turn into a babbling Brooke. BRIAN: (spoken) Sorry, what was that? BROOKE: Uh, nothing! Nothing. Nothing at all. So, Brian, are you new? BRIAN: Am I new? Oh! Yeah! I'm…new. Old and new. BROOKE: (spoken) Sorry, what? BRIAN: Sorry, I don't know what I'm saying. First day jitters. Happens every time. I mean every time I'm… new, Which is… pretty hair. I mean pretty rare! I— you know what? I'm gonna try that again… BRIAN: What is happening? What is happening? There is something about this girl Unlike anything I've ever seen. (Accidentally out loud) Your eyes… BROOKE: (spoken) My eyes? BRIAN: Oh! Sorry, I just mean… I can see them really well 'cause your glasses are so clean? Just ignore me. When I get nervous, I start rushing, Before I know it, I am gushing, Then I sweat and I start crushing. No! Not crushing, blushing! Clearly, I'm no good at hushing. (spoken) You should talk now. Please talk? BROOKE: (spoken) Sure… um, where are you from? BRIAN: (spoken) Indiana. BROOKE: (spoken) Gross! BRIAN: (spoken) What? BROOKE: (spoken) I mean… hey, I'm sorry about that. I don't actually know anything about indiana. I'm sure you're lovely. I mean… I'm sure it's lovely! Oh my gosh… BOTH: I'm not normally like this, BRIAN: Promise. BROOKE: I get mixed up, and then I put My big mouth inside my foot. I… i mean… BOTH: I don't normally do this, honest. BRIAN: After years of all this yap, You'd think I'd learn to shut my trap. BROOKE: Why does this always happen to me? BRIAN: Why does this always happen to me? BOTH: The more I try to stay chill, The more I spill, BRIAN: And the more that they see right through me. BROOKE: (spoken) Sorry. You may have noticed that sometimes, When I get nervous, I talk a lot. BRIAN: (spoken) That' probably good if you're an actor. BROOKE: (spoken) Why's that? BRIAN: (spoken) You know. Actors get nervous a lot. And then they have to talk a lot. It's a good fit. BROOKE: (spoken) Is that how acting worked at your old school? Each time I blurt things I don't mean to, I think, "Why can't I just stay cute?" (spoken) … I mean, "mute"! … I mean… shoot!… BROOKE: Oh my gosh, what's gotten into me? BRIAN: Oh my gosh, what's gotten into me? BROOKE: This is so not by the book. BRIAN: Please talk and get me off the hook! BROOKE: Something about him's so appealing, BRIAN: Something about her has me reeling, BROOKE: But I must control this feeling. BRIAN: But I've already been far too revealing! BOTH: I must control this gabbling, This jabbering, this rattling, This panicked prattling-up-a-creek-without-a-paddle-ing, Before this stream of consciousness Becomes a full-on babbling… Brook! BROOKE: I must control this babbling Brooke!