Текст: Soundtrack Artists. Our Finest Dreams.

Jo:
Years from now, people will talk about us.
One christmas eve 4 pennyless
and ragad sisters put on an operatic tragedy for all of Concord.
Filled with Blood and guts, two massacres,
a masked ball, and several heart wrenching scenes.
We'll dim the lights, the crowd will hush.
We'll start the overture and Beth will surely blush.
And when Clarissa starts to bleed
Christmas will exceed our finest dreams.

Meg:
Jo, do I die again in this one, again?

Jo:
Yes...Meg you will die like none before.
The world will shutter when your body hits the floor
For when Rodrigo makes you bleed,
Christmas will exceed our finest dreams!
Now with Amy as Clarissa only passion is permissable.
This tragedy depends upon the fire in your eyes
And Beth when your the Mother you'll be noble
you'll be pure all hearts will melt the moment mother crys.
Let us begin!

Amy:
Mother, dear mother, do not cry.

Jo:

No no no, Amy. Expression.
From the hear. Mother,oh no dear Mother do not cry!

Amy:
Mother oh no dear Mother do nt,
Jo I am teased and rediculed at school
and all that concerns you is your silly little tragedy.

Jo:
I know you're tired.
I know it's hard.
But we will triumph when Rodrigo yells on gaurd!
chrismas will be thrilling,
Christmas will be gory,
Christmas will exceed our finest dreams.
I've made an imprtant decision today.
As you know I've been writing stories for a while now.
And with much satisfaction, and people seem to like what I write.
So I've decided to become a world renowned writed.
I will write great, books and earn barrels of money,
and I will give you all everything you've ever dreamed of.
But we must promise to remain just as we are.
Solid, as a fortress.
No matter what happens we must remain the 4 March sisters forever.
Come lets rehearse...