I’ll need a really talented young boy to play Chip, Mrs. Potts son. Too bad that our Mom is off on her 2nd honeymoon ... she has a beautiful voice, ...ut she only sings to Dad.After working on some ideas about directing the group scenes, I grabbed Carol, telling her it was time to go get something to eat. She agreed ... she was hungry and we went off to The Coyote Café on West Water Street. We walked in and saw some of our friends from ‘Brides’ inside. They waved us over, but I begged off,. I annoyedly started gtting up, but thought better of it since it was free-time for all of us, and it wasnt for me to decide people couldnt sing in the hallway. I just hoped that whoever the hell was singing would shut up after getting some magazine or whatever girls like to do in awkward silences, from her room, and get back down again. To my luck, that didn't happen. I was pretty sure that it was Joyce who was singing and she had probably let her door ajar. fair enoygh, her room wasn't that. His beige work boots hesitated for a moment before moving on to the next stall. The door shut and the lock clicked, and soon she heard the tell-tale sounds of a man taking a piss.Maybe she should leave. Ugh, but it was so nice to be in a private place where no one would bother her. She rolled her eyes internally and sighed. No, the nice bartender would start to worry if she didn’t come back.The toilet flushed and she heard the sound of toilet paper rolling out. Hey, she had to give this guy. He murmured urgently in her ear. ‘Emma, you are true beauty personified. Truly ravishing. Many people told me of your charm and kindness, but no one warned me of your fatal attractiveness.’ He looked into her eyes. ”If I could write the beauty of your eyes, And in fresh numbers number all your graces, The age to come would say ‘This poet lies: such heavenly touches ne’er touched earthly faces.’ What’s more, you smell divine.’ He nuzzled the nape of her neck. ‘Clean and fresh!’ She thought he.