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I don't want to start a riot

I don't want to blaze a trail

I don't want to be a symbol

Or a cautionary tale

I don't want to be a scapegoat

For people to oppose

What I want is simple

As far as wanting goes

I just want to dance with you

Let the whole world melt away

And dance with you

Who cares what other people say?

And when we're through

No one can convince us

We were wrong

All it takes is you and me

And a song

I don't need a big production

Streamers hanging in the air

I don't need to spend the night with

Confetti in my hair

I don't need a room of people

That I don't really know

I just want to hold you

And never let you go!

I just want to dance with you

Let the whole world melt away

And dance with you

Who cares what other people say?

And when we're through…

No one can convince us

We were wrong

All it takes is you and me

And a song

It's my mom. I gotta go.

Okay.

Bye…

All it takes is you and me

And…

A song

Oh, God.

It's worse than the bus.

At least it's quieter. Huh?

I need a drink.

Hello?

Oh. Dickinson, four rooms. I called yesterday.

Four rooms of varying size

to reflect the hierarchy of the company, right?

Where is my suite?

We don't have a suite.

Now do you have a suite? - Oh!

No, we don't have any suites. All the rooms are the same.

Oh!

Surely you know who I am.

At the very least, I would like a room next to the spa.

Uh, there's no spa.

Angie, what is this place? We're all gonna get stabbed and stuffed.

You know that, right? - Orbitz gave it three stars!

Do you have any cabins?

No, we don't have any cabins.

How about now? - What is that?

It's a Drama Desk. You know what it is.

I vomited in the bus again.

Mmm.

Can I see the hotel doctor, please?

Oh, my God, it's you.

I can't believe it. It's actually you.

You're the guy from Talk to the Hand. It's on every night at 9:00 after...

Can I have my room, please? - Okay, let's get started. All right?

Let's change some minds.

Uh…

Thank you. - You're welcome.

Oh! A wishing well!

Make a wish, Dee Dee.

Death. I wish for death.

Okay, Sheldon's working on a venue. Now, how's the song?

Uh, about that. I was misled by my representation.

Mr. Sondheim is not a fan of my Sweeney Todd.

Quite the opposite, actually.

Oh, my God…

Jesus, Trent, you screwed us.

Don't worry. I wrote something myself. Yeah.

It's quite rousing,

and in a very humane key.

The Godspell kids will back us up,

and they have their own costumes. You're welcome.

Oh, my God. - Yeah!

This is awful.

We can't perform this. They'll boo us off the stage.

No, all we need is a simple message that tugs at the heartstrings

and a little pageantry.

We have everything we need right here. - Except a venue.

O ye of little faith.

I got one! And a crowd of 2,500 guaranteed.

What? - That's amazing!

What is it? One of those beautiful Antebellum theaters?

No, it's, uh…

An arena.

An arena?

So it's come to this.

Ladies and gentlemen,

Truckosaurus, the car-eating robot dinosaur,

will not be your half-time entertainment today.

Instead, we have some guests who've come from New York

to sing us a song about intolerance.

Hi there.

I'm Trent Oliver, actor, activist…

And Juilliard graduate.