When You're Driving Through The Moonlights-Lea Salonga/Julia Cook/Jen Bechter/Brandy Zarle

Cinderella: I imagine.. I imagine.. When you're driving through the moonlight on a highway when through the moonlight to a dance you are breathless with a wild anticipation of adventure and excitement and romance Then at last you see the towers of the palace silouetted on the sky above the park and below them is a row of lighted windows like a lovely diamond necklace in the dark Esmerelda: It looks that way Prunella: The way you say Evil Stepmother: She talks as if she knows. Cinderella: I do not know these things are so I only just suppose I suppose that when you come into the ballroom and the room itself is floating on the air If you're suddenly confronted by his highness you are frozen like a statue on the stair. You're afraid he'll hear the way your heart is beating and you know you musn't make the first advance. You are seriously thinking of retreating then you seem to hear him asking you to dance You make a bow, a timid bow, and shyly answer yes Evil Stepmother: How would you know that this is so? Cinderella: I do no more than guess, I do no more than guess Cinderella: He is tall Esmerelda: And straight as a lance Cinderella: His eyes Prunella: Can melt you with a glance Cinderella: Yes I can picture the whole thing how you start thinking Esmerelda: Start thinking what? Cinderella: Thinking how wonderful it all is Evil Stepmother: How wonderful what all is? Cinderella: Everything Evil Stepmother: Enough of this nonsense. Esmerelda, Prunella, upstairs both of you and get your sleep Esmerelda+ Prunella: Yes ma'am Evil Stepmother: Cinderella, here is your broom GET TO WORK!!! Cinderella: I don't mind sweeping. This night is mine and no one and nothing can take it from me.