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danny abosch, john maclay - babbling brooke lyrics

[brooke]
oh! h+llo

[brian]
h+llo

[brooke]
you’re in my chair

[brian]
no, this is my chair

[brooke]
excuse me?

[brian]
oh! i’m sorry, i meant…
i thought ms. walker said, “sit anywhere.”

[brooke]
oh! yeah, she… probably meant anywhere over there
i’ve sat here next to zeke all year
but there’s an empty seat right here
on my other side
you could sit there
next to me, i’d like that
i mean… if you would like that
i would be totally fine with that, but up to you
i mean, ‘causе i don’t care where you sit, of coursе…
what is happening?
what is happening?
there is something about this boy
unlike anything
i’ve ever seen

those eyes… so green…

brooke! my name is brooke! brooke!

[brian]
are you brooke rodgers?

[brooke]
yessss…

[brian]
i heard you got the starring role

[brooke]
how did you hear that already?
and how did you know my name?
i mean, are you like
stalking me?
‘cause that’s creepy
super creepy
i mean…
[brian]
no….i just overheard some kids talking on the bus…

[brooke]
oh my gosh, i’m sorry
i don’t know why i just said, “stalking”
when i get nervous, i start talking
i can’t help it. now you’re gawking
please stop gawking?
aaaaaaaand it seems that i’m still talking
yeah…
uh, maybe you could do some talking..?

[brian]
well— i’m brian

[brooke]
hi, brian. i’m brooke

[brian]
yeah. you said. brooke rodgers

[brooke]
yeah… so brian, you’re a double knot kinda guy?

[brian]
what?
[brooke]
your shoelaces. they’re double knotted. that’s cool

oh my gosh, what’s gotten into me?
stupid, brooke! stupid!
i always have the words to say
but every time he turns my way
we share a look
and i turn into a babbling brooke

[brian]
sorry, what was that?

[brooke]
uh, nothing! nothing. nothing at all
so, brian, are you new?

[brian]
am i new?
oh! yeah! i’m… new
old and new

[brooke]
sorry, what?

[brian]
sorry, i don’t know what i’m saying
first day jitters. happens every time
i mean, every time i’m… new, which is…
pretty hair
i mean, pretty rare!
i— you know what? i’m gonna try that again…

what is happening?
what is happening?
there is something about this girl
unlike anything
i’ve ever seen

your eyes…

[brooke]
my eyes?

[brian]
oh! sorry, i just mean…
i can see them really well ‘cause your glasses are so clean..!
just ignore me!

when i get nervous, i start rushing
before i know it, i am gushing
then i sweat, and i start crushing
no! not crushing, blushing!
clearly, i’m no good at hushing
(urgently) you should talk now. please talk?

[brooke]
sure… um, where are you from?

[brian]
indiana

[brooke]
gross!

[brian]
what?

[brooke]
i mean… hey, i’m sorry about that. i don’t actually know anything about indiana. i’m sure you’re lovely. i mean… i’m sure it’s lovely! oh my gosh…

[both]
i’m not normally like this

[brian]
promise

[brooke]
i get mixed up, and then i put
my big mouth inside my foot. i… i mean…

[both]
i don’t normally do this, honest

[brian]
after years of all this yap
you’d think i’d learn to shut my trap

[brooke]
why does this always happen to me?

[brian]
why does this always happen to me?

[both]
the more i try to stay chill
the more i spill

[brian]
and the more that they see right through me

[brooke]
sorry. you may have noticed that sometimes, when i get nervous, i talk a lot

[brian]
that’s probably good if you’re an actor

[brooke]
why’s that?

[brian]
you know. actors get nervous a lot. and then they have to talk a lot. it’s a good fit

[brooke]
is that how acting worked at your old school?

each time i blurt things i don’t mean to
i think, “why can’t i just stay cute?”
i mean, “mute!”
i mean… shoot..!

[brooke]
oh my gosh, what’s gotten into me?

[brian]
oh my gosh, what’s gotten into me?

[brooke]
this is so not by the book

[brian]
please talk and get me off the hook!

[brooke]
something about him’s so appealing

[brian]
something about her has me reeling

[brooke]
but i must control this feeling

[brian]
but i’ve already been far too revealing!

[both]
i must control this gabbling
this jabbering, this rattling
this panicked prattling+up+a+creek+without+a+paddle+ing
before this stream of consciousness
becomes a full+on babbling… brook!

[brooke]
i must control this babbling brooke!

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