[MAKING MARGARITAS]

Playful, Latin-tinged folk-pop ensemble number that begins bright and rhythmic with acoustic guitar, shakers, hand percussion, and cheeky call-and-response vocals during the margarita-making sequence, full of wit and mischievous energy; tempo lively and danceable at first, with layered female harmonies and light theatrical flair, then abruptly shifts when the broom falls — instrumentation dropping into a low string drone, heartbeat percussion, and tightened minor harmonies; dynamics should pivot sharply from warm kitchen chaos to ominous, slow-building tension, with fractured vocal layering and sustained chords underscoring the line “the omen comes”; overall tone moves from joyful witchy cabaret to supernatural foreboding in a single arc, ending in a hushed, chilling unison that signals real danger has entered the house.

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Lyrics

[MAKING MARGARITAS] AUNT FRANCES OWENS Eye of newt and toe of frog, Wool of bat and tongue of dog— AUNT JET OWENS Adder’s fork and blindworm’s sting— AUNT FRANCES OWENS Barbados lime is just the thing! AUNT JET OWENS Cragged salt like a sailor’s stubble! AUNT FRANCES OWENS Flip the switch and let the cauldron bubble! (Blender roars. Laughter.) ⸻ CHORUS (PLAYFUL, SWINGING) Tequila, salt, and a blood-red moon, Spin it fast and stir it soon, If love won’t last and men won’t stay, We’ll dance them out by break of day! Tequila, salt, and a midnight tune, Kiss the dark and howl at June, If fate’s a joke and life’s absurd— We’ll make our own last word! ⸻ SALLY (laughing but guarded) Careful what you call tonight, The moon’s been strange and sharp and bright— GILLIAN (reckless) Oh please, don’t start with omens now, It’s just the tide, it’s just somehow— ⸻ (A sudden CLATTER. A broomstick falls across the floor.) Music stops. Wind sound. Low string drone enters. ⸻ AUNT JET (hushed) Did you hear that? ⸻ AUNT FRANCES (cold shift) The broom never falls. ⸻ SALLY (too fast) It’s old. The nail’s loose— ⸻ AUNT FRANCES (stepping forward) What Have You Done? ⸻ LOW ENSEMBLE (ominous harmony) The omen comes. The omen comes. ⸻ AUNT JET The air is wrong. AUNT FRANCES The flame is blue. AUNT JET The salt is split. AUNT FRANCES What did you do? ⸻ GILLIAN (tight) Nothing. ⸻ SALLY (firmer) Nothing you need to know. ⸻ BUILD (music darkens, percussion heartbeat) Tequila fades. The moon turns red. Some things rise That should stay dead. The broom has fallen. The circle’s thin. The house knows When trouble walks in. ⸻ AUNT FRANCES (accusing) You crossed a line. AUNT JET You broke a vow. AUNT FRANCES The curse was quiet— AUNT JET It isn’t now. ⸻ GIRLS (defiant harmony) We didn’t mean it. We didn’t choose. We didn’t ask For what we’d lose. ⸻ FINAL BUILD (tension chord rising) Tequila, salt— The joke runs dry. The moon is watching With a single eye. You stirred the night. You tipped the scale. The omen comes. And it won’t fail. ⸻ BUTTON (whispered unison) What have you done?