Jeg kan godt lide, at min far i 1962 har købt en paperbackudgave af manuskriptet til West Side Story. A Musical, "Based on a conception of Jerome Robbins/ Book by ARTHUR LAURENTS/ Music by LEONARD BERNSTEIN/ Lyrics by STEPHEN SONDHEIM/ Entire production directed and choreographed by JEROME ROBBINS" (jeg spillede Officer Schrank (non-singing part!) på Aarhus Katedralskole (og en enkelt aften i Musikhuset - husker bedst, at jeg sad på gulvet i omklædningsrummet og læste Væbnet med vinger) i vistnok 1985:
(Promenade music starts and the circles start revolving. Glad Hand whistle to his mouth, is in the centre with Krupke. He blows the whistle and the music stops, leaving Jet Boys opposite Shark girls, and vice versa. There is a moment of tenseness, then Bernado reaches across the Jet girl opposite for Anita's hand, and she comes to him. Riff reaches for Velma; and the kids of both gangs follow suit. The 'gettogether' has failed, and each gang is on its own side of the hall as a mambo starts. This turns into a challenge dance between Bernardo and Anita - cheered on by the Sharks - and Riff and Velma - cheered on by the Jets. During it, Tony enters and is momentarily embraced by Riff, who is delighted his best friend did turn up. The dance builds wilder and wilder, until, at the peak, everybody is dancing and shouting, 'Go, Mambo!'. It is at this moment that Tony and Maria - at opposite sides of the hall - see each other. They have been cheering on their respective friends, clapping rhythm. Now, as they see each other, their voices die, their smiles fade, their hands slowly go their sides. The lights fade on the others, who disappear into the haze of the background as a delicate cha-cha begins and Tony and Maria slowly walk forward to meet each other. Slowly, as though in a dream, the drift into the steps of the dance, always looking a each other, completely lost in each other; unaware of anyone, any place, anything but one another.)
You're not thinking I'm someone else?
I know you are not.
Or that we have met before?
I know we have not.
I felt, I knew something-never-before was going to happen, had to happen, but this is -
My hands are cold (He takes them in his). Yours too. (He moves her hands to his face) So warm.
(She moves his hands to her face.)
But of course. They are the same.
It's so much too believe - you're not joking me?
I have not yet learned how to joke that way. I think now I never will.
(Impulsively, he stops to kiss her hands; then tenderly, innocently, her lips. The music bursts out, the lights flare up, and Bernardo is upon them in an icy rage.)
Go home, 'American'.
Slow down, Bernardo.
Stay away from my sister!
BERNARDO (To Maria)
Couldn't you see he's one of them?
No; I saw only him.