(To the audience, breaking the fourth wall) He lifted me up by the scruff of my soul. He said, “Unless someone like you…” (He stops, choked.) …cares a whole awful lot, nothing is going to get better. It’s not.
(Clutching the jar to his chest) So what do you want? A confession? A tear? A promise to fix what I poisoned last year? the lorax musical script
(Singing softly, a melody rising) Plant it in the shadow of the mess you made. Let the roots break the concrete where the profit laid. One seed doesn’t fix it. One tree doesn’t mend. But a forest of sorry’s a forest, my friend. (To the audience, breaking the fourth wall) He