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Musical: Bounce
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[[Hollis]] When I was a tyke, I said, "What I like Is art. I know I'm a boy, But what I enjoy Is art." Looking at paintings, going to plays, Music and books informing my days, Filling my mind, Flooding my heart With art! I had this dream of becoming an artist-- A painter, a poet, who knows? I had a nice little talent for drawing And a natural feeling for prose. I even began to compose. So many talents, Wasn't I blest! All of them good, A few of them better, None of them best, Just enough talent to know That I hadn't the talent. So I put my dream And my self-esteem To rest. [[Addison]] That must have been difficult. [[Hollis]] Yes. But it didn't matter. I merely had to find out what I was meant to be. I couldn't decide, Then one day I spied Palm Beach. A speck on the map, No more than a gap: Palm Beach! Jungle and seashore, muddy and raw, But in a flash I suddenly saw What it would take, What I could make Palm Beach! I had this dream of a city of artists, Versailles by the Florida sea. A sort of world congregation of artists, All encouraged to set themselves free. I knew what I wanted to be! I'd be their host and supporter, The patron saint Of the things that they write And compose and paint. I would wander among them with lavish praise As they carve their statues, Construct their plays, Design their buildings, Recite their rhymes, Making modern art Fit for modern times--! So many talents, Gathered en masse! Painters and poets, Artists and dreamers, Watered like grass. And if the talent I have Is for nurturing talent, Then succeed or fail, I will see they sail First-class. And my father can go stick it up his ass. [Thanks to Michael for lyrics]
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