A nun torn between convent life and Broadway dreams performs a musical monologue about wanting to be a star. She's frustrated with producers who don't see the difference between a chorus line and a chorus queen, yearning for the spotlight and sparkle instead of staying hidden in the background.
When I became a nun at a very early age, I had to choose between the convent and a life on the stage. So when Reverend Mother said we're putting on a show, I must tell you, I was thrilled to death. I couldn't wait to go. Then, to my surprise, her grandmother didn't see what was so obvious.
This stage was meant for me.
One fame I do desire. I only want to sparkle. I'm not here to start a fire, you see.
I don't care if I ever choose. I just want to be a star.
I don't care I just wanna be a star.
I wanna be the nun who makes you cheer, the nun who's out in front instead of in the rear. For once I want to lead the band and have the crowd in the palm of my hand. So I don't care if I never reach famous, just so I can be a star. When they began the show, They were really greedy. They didn't know a chorus line from a chorus queen.
They didn't realize that in a chorus line you never get to strut your stuff.
You never really shine. Well, I don't care if I ever reach your things. Just didn't wanna be a star. I don't care if you know what I needed. I just wanna be a star. I know my vows to poverty. If I can't make a fortune, what when we're 80 and sitting on the porch in our own little cottage home in the ass crack we are? I just wanna say, hey, I was a star! I don't care if I'm ever rich, maybe soon. I just wanna be the chorus line in God for Me. I'm red-hot to be a star. No, Regina, park your own damn car. I just wanna be a star.
