True Life: I'm such a nerd, but I'm okay with it

Soooo aside from being a big, huge, hopeless romantic, I am also a book nerd. Seriously. No lie. Growing up I LOVED the Disney classic Beauty and the Beast purely for the fact that he had a ridiculously amazing library with ladders, floor to ceiling shelves, and huge leather seats.

Ever since I first saw that library I was in love, and I knew I wanted one just like it in my house. Grant it, I probably won't find on like the Beauty and the Beast library, but I was reading my September issue of InStyle, and they did a little interview with Diane von Furstenberg and they showed pictures of her house. And her study/library is like my dream Beauty and the Beast library brought into the modern day. Brightly covered books everywhere, floor to ceiling shelves, ladders, and amazingly bright chairs and couches scattered everywhere.

It was perfect. Sadly, I was unable to find a picture but I will forever save that interview so I can refer back to her library someday when I have my own house to decorate, and the DvF library will be my inspiration.

[first lines]

Narrator: Once upon a time, in a faraway land, a young prince lived in a shining castle. Although he had everything his heart desired, the prince was spoiled, selfish, and unkind. But then, one winter's night, an old beggar woman came to the castle and offered him a single rose in return for shelter from the bitter cold. Repulsed by her haggard appearance, the prince sneered at the gift and turned the old woman away. But she warned him not to be deceived by appearances, for beauty is found within. And when he dismissed her again, the old woman's ugliness melted away to reveal a beautiful enchantress. The prince tried to apologize, but it was too late, for she had seen that there was no love in his heart. And as punishment, she transformed him into a hideous beast and placed a powerful spell on the castle and all who lived there. Ashamed of his monstrous form, the beast concealed himself inside his castle, with a magic mirror as his only window to the outside world. The rose she had offered was truly an enchanted rose, which would bloom until his 21st year. If he could learn to love another, and earn her love in return by the time the last petal fell, then the spell would be broken. If not, he would be doomed to remain a beast for all time. As the years passed, he fell into despair and lost all hope. For who could ever learn to love a beast?

Belle: [singing] I want adventure in the great wide somewhere. I want it more than I can tell. And for once it might be grand, to have someone understand... I want so much more than they've got planned.

Beast: [singing] She glanced this way, I thought I saw... And when we touched, she didn't shudder at my paw. No, it can't be; I'll just ignore... But then, she's never looked at me that way before...
 
Beast: [Struggling] You... You Came Back.
Belle: Of Course I came back. I couldn't let them... Oh this is all my fault. If Only I had gotten here sooner.
Beast: Maybe... Maybe it's better this way.
Belle: Don't talk like that. You'll be alright. Were together now everything's going to be fine, you'll see.
Beast: And at least I got to see you one last time.
[the Beast Dies]
Belle: No, No Please, Please, Please don't leave me.
[Sobbing]
Belle: I love you.
[the Last Rose Petal Falls]

Cogsworth: [singing] Well, perhaps there's something there that wasn't there before.
Chip: What?
Mrs. Potts: [singing] There may be something there that wasn't there before.
Chip: *What's* there, Mama?
Mrs. Potts: Shh. I'll tell you when you're older.
[kisses Chip]

Beast: I want to do something for her... but what?
Cogsworth: Well, there's the usual things: flowers... chocolates... promises you don't intend to keep...

Cogsworth: As you can see, the pseudo-façade was stripped away to reveal a inimalist Rococo design. Note the unusual inversed vaulted ceilings.
[as he, Lumiere, and Belle walk past the nights in armor, they turn their heads to follow them]
Cogsworth: This is yet another example of the late neoclassic Baroque period. And, as I always say, "if it's not Baroque, don't fix it!"
[notices the kights with their heads turned]
Cogsworth: As you were!
[the kights turn their heads back forward]