"What I Did For Love" from "A Chorus Line"

DIANA
Kiss today goodbye,
The sweetness and the sorrow.
Wish me luck, the same to you.
But I can't regret
What I did for love,
What I did for love.
Look, my eyes are dry.
The gift was ours to borrow.
It's as if we always knew,
And I won't forget
What I did for love,
What I did for love.
Gone,
Love is never gone.
As we travel on,
Love's what we'll remember.
Kiss today goodbye,
And point me toward tomorrow.
We did what we had to do.
Won't forget,
Can't regret
What I did for love.
ALL
What I did for love.
DIANA
What I did for . . .
ALL
Love.
Love is never gone.
As we travel on
Love's what we'll remember.
Kiss today goodbye.
DIANA
And point me toward tomorrow.
ALL
Point me toward tomorrow.
We did what we had to do.
Won't forget,
Can't regret
What I did for love.
What I did for love.
DIANA
What I did for love.
ALL
Love.

Cast of "A Chorus Line"

Zach - Male - Spoken - 28 to 50 - Supporting
Cassie - Female - Soprano - 27 to 35 - Supporting
Larry - Male - Tenor - 18 to 32 - Supporting
Diana - Female - Alto - 18 to 32 - Supporting
Paul - Male - Baritone - 18 to 32 - Supporting
Mark - Male - Tenor - 17 to 25 - Supporting
Val - Female - Alto - 20 to 35 - Supporting
Kristine - Female - Spoken - 20 to 28 - Supporting
Al - Male - Baritone - 22 to 32 - Supporting
Richie - Male - Tenor - 21 to 32 - Supporting
Judy - Female - Mezzo - 18 to 30 - Supporting
Bebe - Female - Alto - 24 to 32 - Supporting
Sheila - Female - Alto - 28 to 40 - Supporting
Greg - Male - Baritone - 18 to 32 - Supporting
Connie - Female - Alto - 18 to 32 - Supporting
Mike - Male - Tenor - 19 to 29 - Supporting
Maggie - Female - Mezzo - 20 to 35 - Supporting
Don - Male - Baritone - 18 to 35 - Supporting
Bobby - Male - Baritone - 21 to 30 - Supporting
Tricia - Female - Alto - 18 to 25 - Supporting
Cut dancers - Male - Various - 18 to 30 - Chorus
Cut dancers - Female - Various - 18 to 30 - Chorus
Music by Marvin Hamlisch
Lyrics by Edward Kleban
Book by James Kirkwood, Nicholas Dante

"Dance: Ten; Looks: Three" from "A Chorus Line"

VAL
Dance: ten; looks: three,
And I'm still on unemployment,
Dancing for my own enjoyment.
That ain't it, kid!
That ain't it, kid!

Dance: ten; looks: three
Is like to die.
Left the the'ter
And called the doctor
for my appointment to buy

Tits and ass.
Bought myself a fancy pair
Tightened up the derriere.
Did the nose with it,
All that goes with it.

Tits and ass!
Had the bingo-bongos done.
Suddenly I'm getting Nash'nal tours!

Tits and ass
Won't get you jobs
Unless they're yours.

Didn't cost a fortune, neither.
Didn't hurt my sex life, either.

Flat and sassy,
I would get the strays and losers.
Beggars really can't be choosers.
That ain't it, kid!
That ain't it, kid!

Fix the chasis,
"How do you do!"
Life turned into an
Endless medley of
"Gee, it had to be you."
Why?

Tits and ass.
Where the cupboard once was bare,
Now you knock and someone's there.
You have got 'em, hey!
Top to bottom, hey!

It;s a gas!
Just a dash of silicone.
Shake your new maracas and you're fine!

Tits and as
Can change your life.
They sure changed mine.

Have it all done!
Honey, take my word.
Grab a cab, c'mon,
See the wizard on
Park and Seventy Third for

Tits and ass.
Orchestra and balcony.
What they want is what cha see.
Keep the best of you,
Do the rest of you.

Pits or class,
I have never seen it fail.
Debutante or chorus girl or wife.

Tits and ass,
Yes, tits and ass
Have changed my life!

Val from "A Chorus Line"

So, the day after I turned eighteen, I kissed the folks goodbye, got on a Trailways bus - and headed for the big bad apple. 'Cause I wanted to be a Rockette.
Oh, yeah, let's get one thing straight. See, I never heard about "The Red Shoes," I never saw "The Red Shoes," I didn't give a fuck about "The Red Shoes." I decided to be a Rockette because this girl in my home town - Louella Heiner - had actually gotten out and made it in New York. And she was a Rockette. Well, she came home one Christmas to visit, and they gave her a parade. A goddamn parade! I twirled a friggin' baton for two hours in the rain. Unfortunately though, she got knocked up over Christmas. Merry Christmas - and never made it back to Radio City.
That was my plan. New York, New York. Except I had one minor problem. See, I was ugly as sin. I was ugly, skinny, homely, unattractive and flat as a pancake. Get the picture? Anyway, I got off this bus in my little white shoes, my little white tights, little white dress, my little ugly face, and my long blonde hair - which was natural then. I looked like a fucking nurse! I had eighty-seven dollars in my pocket and seven years of tap and acrobatics. I could do a hundred and eighty degree split and come up tapping the Morse Code. Well, with that kind of talent I figured the Mayor would be waiting for me at Port Authority. Wrong! I had to wait six months for an audition. Well, finally the big day came. I showed up at the Music Hall with my red patent leather tap shoes. And I did my little tap routine. And the man said to me: Can you do fankicks? - Well, sure I could do fankicks. But they weren't good enough. Of course, what he was trying to tell me was . . . it was the way I looked, not the fankicks. So I said: Fuck you, Radio City and the Rockettes! I'm gonna make it on Broadway!
Well, Broadway, same story. Every audition. I mean I'd dance rings around the other girls and find myself in the alley with the other rejects. But after a while I caught on. I mean I had eyes. I saw what they were hiring. I also swiped my dance card once after an audition. And on a scale of ten . . . they gave me for dance: ten; for looks: three.