Your public needs you. We need you too. Would you not rather have your precious little Angelou? Signora, no. The world wants you. Primadonna, First Lady of the State, Your devotees are on their knees to implore you. Can you bow out when they're shouting your name? Think of how they all adore you. Primadonna, enchant us once again. Think of your muse. And of the queues round the theater. Can you deny us the triumphant storm? Sing Primadonna once. Preston spoke of an angel. Primadonna, your song shall be heard. You take a bow, but there's a coming. He has heard. Hear a voice like no other angel. Who's this angel of yours? He gets her off guard. He gets her by the heart. Angel of mine. These ladies are a triumph. Hear the tongue of your soul. Shall there be a day when you will sing again? If I have the strength to bear it all alone, Sing Primadonna once more. So, it is to be war between us. If these demands are not met, Then at last the beyond your imagination will occur. Once more.