Just then, the studio shook. The floors danced to the tune of a strongman in such a way it would be an earthquake. George instantly recognized it was none other than his own son, Harrison, but before he could think any more, another buzz scattered his thoughts away.
Lysbilde: 2
I am the Emperor. You hear me? I am the emperor. I can do what I can do, no one is there to stop me, and there will never be. Even as I stand here, crippled, hobbled, sickened, I am still the emperor: the master of my destiny.
I shall now select my empress. Let the first lady who dares to come before me be my chosen one.
Harrison arrived in the gait of an emperor, and roared his speech out. Everyone - the musicians and the dancers - cowered before him, expecting to die. But on the order of the Emperor, one ballerina fearlessly stepped forward before him.
Lysbilde: 3
Harrison, who by then have ripped off all of his handicaps like wet paper, freed the ballerina of the ugly confinement. She was a fairy of looks.
Now, play the best, and I'll make you earls and dukes and barons.
Now, my dear, let us show all the true meaning of dance. Music.