2. While You Were Sleeping

Notes:

So I wrote this in the middle of the night and edited it later. The idea was to have him speaking to the children with music in the background, but I didn't feel lyrics would touch on what I wanted to say because the moment really is the only part in the entire story where Guy Baddington shows any kind of tenderness as himself, rather than as his alter ego, Papa Alphonse, which he's created to take care of the children. 

Note to Jesse: Piano. Don't care what else the fucking song has, so long as it has a piano in the background and symbols on the drums.

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Science begins with a spark, ends with a release. Heralded by mechanics, the draw of the hammer, clicking as springs set, once, twice, the point of the hand, the follow through as the wrist aligns with the barrel, and the caress of the trigger. It's all too easy. The springs unlock, the hammer falls, and there you have science. It sets off the primer, ignites the powder, mounts the pressure behind the bullet and sends it down range in a cloud of burning chemicals, and it doesn't stop there. Physics are involved. Physics and biology. The skin parts, the bone gives way to the force, and it's on to the soft tissue. It expands as immense kinetic energy bleeds off into it, forcing it apart, drilling a channel through it, tearing it to shreds. The neurons don't even fire. The brain doesn't even know it's been bisected and then smashed against the walls which cradle it. And then thats it. It's done. A second has passed and in that second, a human life has been snuffed out with no great ceremony, save for the one unseen. Eons of biology, centuries of mechanics, decades of chemical research, all leading up to a mere second, rendering all of it moot. The big bang indeed.

But now I have you. The three of you, so innocent. I apologise now, for it's my intent to rob you of the very thing which I marvel at now as you sleep, though there was no question as to whether I'm the villain, was there? In return, I leave you the world and all the affection that I cannot give you. For you shall be loved by millions in place of me, and yet, I know already, it will never do.

I set you up for failure as I set you up for glory. C'est la vie.

1. It's Boring At The Top

Notes:

Monologue on the triumphant rise to power and the defeat of the worlds super heroes one by one, end with being elected to world power unopposed, due to everyone else unfortunately being dead at the time.

---------------------Working lyrics for the song/structure

INTRO:

My plans have been realized

My flags have all unfurrled

For now I sit in the oval office

I'm the president of the WORLD!

With no one to stop me, I'm at the top of my game,

but good god damn, it's really bloody lame!

It's incredibly horribly dubiously terribly 

utterly tragially completely frustratingly 

infuriatingly grandiosely

ABSOFUCKINGLUTELY boring at the top.

Captain Hero's pants came down 

in front of the whole world

Off he went back to his planet 

like a little girl.

To all who saw to their surprise

exposed along with his buttocks

was the secret he kept in his trousers

AN EXTRA PAIR OF SOCKS!

CHORUS:

I've done my time at the bottom 

and hatched my evil schemes

I've built and toiled and created

some sinister 4/chan/ memes.

I've dismantled each hero for everyone to see

and in the end, all that stands is me, it's me, see? ME!

And the great detective could not solve

the riddle I left for him.

Clearly not a morning person

and for a smart guy he's kind of dim.

Clip red or blue? What should I do?

Oh his expression I wish I could SEE!

Who'd have thought to look for a bomb

during your morning pee?

CHORUS

But of those whom I've defeated, (whose powers I've depleted)

not all met an untimely demise--

That motley crew that team of men

claws, ice, fire and laser eyes?

For them it was sweeter my victory teetered

on finances! Money, OH YES!

It would appear their biggest fear

Was not me, but the IRS!

CHORUS

And those four others, stretch-husband, rock man and brother

and that pretty invisible bird

none would have guessed that her hubby did dress

in her panties and high heels, oh, how absurd!

But what set the bar higher was not his attire

it was that one night from work she returned

And all three were in bed! What could have been said? 

All those silk sheets, they'd have to be burned.

BRIDGE:

What good is being a villain

When there're no more heroes to slay?

Not one measly cape or cowl

to kill and start my day?

What use is there to waking up

when my glory days have passed?

All I want to do is kick some bloody hero ass!

CHORUS

OUTRO:

What the hell is there for me now?

I've noone to shunt my nefarious plot.

My teslumbrella lies unused

along with my killer robot.

There has to be something, come on, man, think!

You're a mad scientist with time to waste!

If only I could create more heroes..

That's it! Ready the lab! MAKE HASTE!

I'll find some orphans young and spry

And raise them under my watchful eye

I'll bring them up to take me down

Oh heavens, no wonder they've given me the crown!

I'm a genius! I'm brilliant, through and through!

I'll do what no villain ever thought to do!

I'll raise those kids, and me they'll stop!

BECAUSE, GOD DAMN..

It's boring at the top!

I'm ready to rock.

Here are the three things I wish to accomplish with this.

1. I want my own wiki. Yes. You heard it. I want my own fucking wikipedia page.

2. I want to make a fucking rock opera, and I want to write it from start to finish in under two months. Maybe not finish the music, but I want to claim that I wrote this thing in two months on the edge of my damn seat, conception to realization. You'll note today is the 31st. I want to release on New Years Eve, but I'll settle for just being done by then.

3. I want to say, out loud, "I have a rock opera. It's on the internet. It's about supervillains. I made it with my friends." and know that it's not a joke, but the truth.

With that said, here are the notes I've got. Notes Lav got out of me via some intelligent questions.

The opera will be four acts.

Act1: World President Guy Baddington is reminiscing over copious amounts of paperwork (Henchmen applications, acquisitions, reports on quelled uprisings) about the glory days when he was off slaughtering heroes and embarrassing them into not fighting him anymore. For instance, he'll have pulled down Superman (or the story equivalent's) underwear on national TV, exposing his tiny man parts, and sending him crying back to his home planet. He'll get the Fantastic 4 to divorce after exposing a homosexual love triangle, and he'll have the X-men arrested for tax fraud. All of them. Peppered into all of this will be his assaults using giant robots and tesla cannons. He will then realize that his life is boring as hell now, and that he pines for the days when his job was to kick the poo out of heroes and general upstanding citizens. To fix this, he'll adopt three orphans and raise them as super heroes (no magic powers or anything, but more or less Batman on a lot of performance enhancing drugs) who I have named Un, Deux, and their little sister Pi. 

Act 2: Guy Baddington is secretly nurturing these three children to fight him, though he is masquerading as Papa Alphonse, an old brittish gentlemen not unlike Alfred who will teach them how to fight and how to dismantle Guy Baddington's power base through political action and sabotage. They will accept him as a father figure, and he will accept them as his children.

Act 3: The climax. The not-so-child like children will have grown into young adults and matured into their new task and will embark on their final mission: To overthrow Guy Baddington in a violent and bloody coups. They will inevitably conquer their way to Guy Baddington atop the Eiffel Tower where a battle will ensue of epic proportions until just before they finally put him down, his mask falls off and they realize that Guy Baddington is actually Papa Alphonse, their estranged and missing father. HE will then tell them his plan and insist they finish him, as he would rather die at their hands an evil villain mastermind at the apex of his career than from a heart attack in the tub. They fulfill his wish, take his Teslumbrella (yes, you read that right, he'll have a lightning gun umbrella) and be touted as world heroes.

Act 4: The world is now at relative peace, people are rebuilding, and the kids are left mostly with the task of aiding rebuilding efforts and cutting ribbons with golden scissors. Boring boring boring, until they find themselves taking care of a young boy who is very small and doesn't speak, but is incredibly intelligent. Pi will decide that to solve their boredom, they should make him into a super villain in much the same way that their father created them. One of the two remaining brothers will object, asking how they could even prove the child was up to the task. The child will then attempt to kill him with a crossbow made from an erector set, and the question will answer itself.

The end.

A few other notes are that Guy Baddington is the way he is because he feels disenfranchised, being half British and half French (a sort of tongue in cheek poke at the Brits and Francs being at odds, and an utterly silly reason to be a villain). His powers will be a mix of Super Science and general run of the mill but utterly identifiable super villainy. Giant robots, laser cannons, you name it, we got it. He will also sight Thomas Edison as the first super villain ever, and his personal hero. His children will be rather strange and somewhat grim.

This is what I have so far. Also, I've started a myspace music page which I'll likely use when I have music to put up there (because this is really for friends more than anything else) and it's at http://www.myspace.com/crescendotopower.

Any input would be great, especially if you're willing to help me write these damn lyrics. Jesse has admirably agreed to write the music for me, assuming I hand him lyrics. This will likely be his downfall.

Embarking on a journey of epic proportions,

-E