La La Land Cast A Lovely Night

[Sebastian:]

The sun is nearly gone

The lights are turning on

A silver shine that stretches to the sea

We’ve stumbled on a view

That’s tailor-made for two

What a shame those two are you and me

Some other girl and guy

Would love this swirling sky

But there’s only you and I

And we’ve got no shot

This could never be

You’re not the type for me

[Mia:]

Really?

[Sebastian:]

And there’s not a spark in sight

What a waste of a lovely night

[Mia:]

You say there’s nothing here?

Well, let’s make something clear

I think I’ll be the one to make that call

[Sebastian:]

But you’ll call?

[Mia:]

And though you look so cute

In your polyester suit

[Sebastian:]

It’s wool

[Mia:]

You’re right, I’d never fall for you at all

And maybe this appeals

To someone not in heels

Or to any girl who feels

There’s some chance for romance

But, I’m frankly feeling nothing

[Sebastian:]

Is that so?

[Mia:]

Or it could be less than nothing

[Sebastian:]

Good to know

So you agree?

[Mia:]

That’s right

[Sebastian and Mia:]

What a waste of a lovely night

La La Land Cast Audition

My aunt used to live in Paris.

I remember, she used to come home and she would tell us these stories about being abroad.

And I remember, she told us that she jumped into the river once. Barefoot.

She smiled…

Leapt without looking

And tumbled into the Seine

The water was freezing

She spent a month sneezing

But said she would do it again

Here’s to the ones who dream

Foolish as they may seem

Here’s to the hearts that ache

Here’s to the mess we make

She captured a feeling

Sky with no ceiling

The sunset inside a frame

She lived in her liquor

And died with a flicker

I’ll always remember the flame

Here’s to the ones who dream

Foolish as they may seem

Here’s to the hearts that ache

Here’s to the mess we make

She told me:

“A bit of madness is key

To give us new colors to see

Who knows where it will lead us?

And that’s why they need us”

So bring on the rebels

The ripples from pebbles

The painters, and poets, and plays

And here’s to the fools who dream

Crazy as they may seem

Here’s to the hearts that break

Here’s to the mess we make

I trace it all back to then

Her, and the snow, and the Seine

Smiling through it

She said she’d do it again