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 |