 Violetta basks in her glory |
 "Good God! Is that....?!" |
 Violetta meets Alfredo |
 ...more basking |
 Alfredo chats up Violetta |
 ...more chatting up |
 ...love declarations |
 Violetta considers... |
 Violetta decides love is foolishness. |
 Alfredo is happy. In the 2 months since the last scene,he & Violetta have been living together having lots of sex in the country |
 Alfredo's father pleads for Violetta to leave. She's not respectable, so Alfredo's sister can't get married. |
 Giorgio Germont's head on Violetta's body (tee hee hee) |
 ...poor Violetta |
 She loves Alfredo so |
 Oh how she suffers for love! |
 ...still pleading and suffering |
 ...but doesn't she look great? |
 Final plea! |
 She knows what she will do (gosh, isn't she truly honorable?) |
 ...but how? |
 I love you, Alfredo! So much! (Alfredo is happy) |
 Alfredo enjoys Violetta's lovely breasts against his cheek |
 Alfredo! get off my dress! I'm supposed to run out at the end of this song! |
 Poor Alfredo...no more breasts, no more Violetta, no more scandalous nights...what to do? |
 Let the gambling and debauchery begin! |
 ...more debauchery |
 Debauching is fun! |
 Flora sings...why isn't she debauching? |
 The gypsies join the debauching (the Dr. giggles..what fun!) |
 The Spanish join the debauching |
 Olay! Debauchery unites all peoples. |
 Poor Violetta...how she suffers! She doesn't feel like debauching. |
 Alfredo is cruel! |
 Alfredo can't stop smiling. This makes everyone unhappy and distrustful. Something is wrong. |
 Who knows her suffering? (...and Alfredo is being really mean) |
 You whore! You are nothing to me! |
 Alfredo's father calls him a bad person. No one should treat a lady like that... |
 ...even if she is a courtesan. Shame, shame, shame! |
 The show must go on... |
 Poor baron...he's more titled than Alfredo and yet gets to sing very little. |
 (Can you believe the baritone is really only 30?? He was great.) |
 Humiliating Violetta (bad Alfredo...for shame, for shame...you'll regret it!) |
 Poor, sick, lonely Violetta... |
 ...still sick, still lonely |
 Getting better? |
 Well, the light is on at least |
 Come on m'aam I'll help you |
 The nearly invisible Dr. attends Violetta |
 Look- she's stronger...but yellow |
 (...he doesn't think so, not really. He tells the maid, secretly, that Violetta won't last the scene.) |
 ...poor dear (...um isn't yellowness a sign of hepatitis rather than consumption? 2nd opinion?) |
 I feel alive! |
 I'm getting better! |
 The music of the night... |
 (oh, uh, sorry...wrong show) |
 Why me???? |
 Damn father! You write too late! |
 I could have spent this time with my beloved! |
 He's here! |
 We're yellow! (but yellow together at last) |
 Oh...what could have been, let's dream |
 Now we can be together! |
 Whoopsy daisy...still rough on my feet |
 Just help me up! What are you two on about?? |
 Alfredo...do I look happy? |
 Your father is here... |
 It was all him. |
 He made me do it. |
 Now I'm dying. |
 It's true...for a courtesan...she's not that bad. |
 I feel strong...there's a light... |
 I'm going to the light... |
 um...she dies, but it was too dark to see. Also, Alfredo stops smiling. He's very sad. His love is dead. |
 taking bows!! |
 woo hoo!! great job, gypsies!! |
 bravo!! |
 bravo! bravo! |
 wee hee!! bravo! bravo! |
 This man stands brilliantly still for photos! |
 Violetta gives us fairy dust |
 the leads bow too quickly to catch |
 Fin |