Naturally, the Baudelaires spend the rest of the night crying themselves to sleep. Yet, this time, they’re awaiting a trial and with no lawyer to advise their defense (why?), you can see how down they feel. While they’re mostly convinced they’re innocent, they’re not sure if Count Olaf will be found guilty or they will. Sure Justice Strauss is on their side but who knows what the other judges are like. Or whether they’ll be fair to them. After all, while we know that the Baudelaires are innocent, adults in this series usually don’t believe whatever they say. So they usually end up screwed.
The song I picked while awaiting trial is “Close Every Door to Me” from Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat. In the original, Joseph is in prison after falling victim to workplace harassment involving Popitar’s wife. In this version, I have Violet lament on what’s befalling her and her siblings before the trial that could either save or condemn them.
“Close Every Door to Me” (ASOUE Version)
Sung by Violet Baudelaire
Violet:
Close every door to me,
Hide all the world from me
Bar all the windows
And shut out the light
Do what you want with me,
Hate me and laugh at me
Darken my daytime
And torture my night
If my life were important I
Would ask will I live or die
But I know the answers lie
Far from this world
Close every door to me,
Keep those I love from me
Children of Beatrice
Are never alone
For I know I shall find
My own peace of mind
For we must go find us
A home of our own
Guests:
Close every door to me,
Hide all the world from me
Bar all the windows
And shut out the light
Violet:
Just give me a number
Instead of my name
Forget all about me
And let me decay
I do not matter,
I’m only one person
Destroy me completely
Then throw me away
If my life were important I
Would ask will I live or die
But I know the answers lie
Far from this world
Violet and Guests:
Close every door to me,
Keep those I love from me
Children of Beatrice
Are never alone
For we know we shall find
Our own peace of mind
For we must go find us
A home of our own