MAGNIFICENT

YOU WILL SEE THESE CHARACTERS APPEAR IN THE COMING SONGS.

THEY HAVE STRONG OPINIONS.

THE SETTING: A cozy mountain café where seven friends have gathered. The warm atmosphere is filled with the aroma of coffee and the soft glow of ambient lighting. A piano sits in the corner, and Tabby the cat roams freely among the group.

Jonah: strumming a guitar softly You're more magnificent than a supernova in a universe of nightlights—and that's on your bad hair days.

Linda: sighing deeply I feel about as magnificent as a potato that fell behind the pantry shelf—forgotten and slightly sprouting in odd places.

Milarepa: with a knowing smile Please! You're about as ordinary as a unicorn at a horse convention. You stick out like a peacock in a penguin parade.

Linda: How can you be so sure? Your confidence meter seems to be running on premium fuel while mine's sputtering on fumes.

Herb: adjusting his glasses thoughtfully Because I see you more clearly than a hawk eyeing the last field mouse at a rodent convention. My vision is 20/20 when it comes to your brilliance, even when your self-perception is wearing the emotional equivalent of those joke glasses with the fake nose attached.

Tabby the cat jumps onto the piano, walking across the keys with deliberate nonchalance, creating an unexpected melody

Jonathan: picking up the song Sometimes I wonder if I'm enough, like a single-ply tissue trying to handle a category five sneeze.

Jake: leaning against the wall with casual confidence You've always been enough—you're basically the human equivalent of those fancy Swiss Army knives with forty-seven functions including that weird little tool no one knows how to use.

Jonathan: But what if I fail? What if I crash and burn like a marshmallow left unattended at a campfire?

Milarepa: Then you'll dust yourself off and try again, like a cat that missed a jump but struts away pretending it meant to do that all along.

Tabby gives a knowing meow, as if to confirm this feline wisdom

Jonah: You make it sound as simple as following a recipe for ice cubes.

Herb: It's about as simple as performing brain surgery while riding a unicycle. But you're stronger than you think—you're the emotional equivalent of those ants that can carry 50 times their body weight while the rest of us struggle with grocery bags.

Linda: starting to smile, her eyes brightening So this song 'Magnificent'... it's not about being perfect?

Jake: Perfect? Ha! It's about being perfectly imperfect—like a pizza with pineapple. Controversial to some, but absolutely divine to those who get it.

Milarepa: speaking with gentle wisdom The song reminds us that magnificence isn't about flawlessness. It's about embracing your unique melody in a world of background noise.

Tabby purrs and stretches dramatically across the piano keys, creating an unexpected chord

Jonathan: laughing warmly Even Tabby gets it! Magnificence is being yourself with the confidence of a cat who thinks it owns the place.

Herb: And owns the people in it.

Jonah: strumming the final chord with flourish To magnificence, then—not the airbrushed kind, but the real kind that shines through the cracks of our beautiful, messy lives.

All: raising imaginary glasses in unison To magnificence!

Tabby meows in apparent agreement before knocking a pencil off the piano with deliberate eye contact, as if delivering the final punctuation to their conversation