Romance on the High Seas Page #10

l will-- l will tell you.

lt's awful.

There is such a hurly-burly in this Rio.

l was happy to find a quiet place.

Quiet place?

Well, you're not gonna sing

and that's final.

Shout all you want to.

They paid to see Mrs. Kent,

and that's who they'll see.

-Oh, no, they're not.

-But, Michael, it'll be fun.

Why, l sang for the Milk Fund benefit,

didn't l?

Yes, and for two years after that,

everyone was drinking their coffee black.

But, Oscar, the contract is illegal.

l said l was Elvira Kent.

You have Mrs. Kent's permission

to use her name. They can ask her.

Please, let's forget it.

No, you've gotta do it

for the sake of your country.

lf Elvira ever gets out there to sing, she'll

set the good-neighbor policy back 20 years.

l suppose if l'm lucky,

they'll take me back at the Club Casa.

Five shows nightly at 40 a week.

l can go back to haunting the travel bureau,

piling up literature on places l'll never see.

lf l'm lucky,

l'll meet a man who won't pretend...

...to be in love with me

because it's his job.

Who are you to complain?

lf he's a phony that makes two of you.

You two should be very happy together.

He left thinking l was Elvira Kent.

l'll never know how he feels

about Georgia Garrett.

Thank you.

Why, Mr. Virgil,

l thought you went back to the States.

-l was going, but l didn't.

-l beg your pardon, sir.

-Can l help it if l can't help it?

-Yes, sir.

Waiter, table for Mr. Virgil.

And now, it is my great pleasure

to introduce to you the star of our show.

The beautiful New York society lady

who will charm you with her singing...

...Mrs. Elvira Kent.

Just a moment, please.

Ladies and gentlemen, l came here tonight

with every intention of singing for you...

...but first l'd like you to hear

from a very good friend.

She dreamt for years

of visiting your beautiful country...

...and always wanted to sing in a glamorous

place before a distinguished audience.

Will you give her that chance?

Thank you very much.

Ladies and gentlemen,

Miss Georgia Garrett.

You sigh, the song begins

You speak and I hear violins

It's magic

The stars desert the skies

And rush to nestle in your eyes

It's magic

Without a golden wand

Or mystic charms

Fantastic things begin

When I am in your arms

When we walk hand in hand

The world becomes a wonderland

It's magic

How else can I explain those rainbows

When there is no rain?

It's magic

Why do I tell myself

These things that happen

Are all really true?

When in my heart I know

The magic is my love

For you

Oh, it's magic.

lt sure is.

A fine detective l turned out to be.

l didn't do so well

as a married woman either.

You need practice.

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