Royalty

(this is based off the movie Aladdin. Well not really. Only the singing part)

Plots

Jafar

He is a power hungry, sorcerer and grand vizier. Manipulative. Demanding. He is tall and lanky. With strong feature that emphasize his looks. He's old.

Prince ali

Responsible and self-sufficient and dependable. Uses logic. Over responsibility since his dad's childish sometimes overly force or demanding referring to lead can be too intense and prone to worry. He is handsome, tall, and lean but has muscles

The Sultan

He is childish, pompous, but extremely kind.
Ruler of agrabah. Short, roundish, beard

Dalia

He always has a smile using impression and joker race tension and bring fun to any situation loyal and compassionate he rarely loses his school and is protective of those he trust changing from me manic to serious when necessary. Whenever out in public he uses his humen form cause he's secretly a genie.

Intro

The marketplace hums—vendors call prices, people bargain, children dart through the streets. Then—drums. Deep, loud, impossible to ignore. People stop mid-step. Dalia, disguised, shouts from the distance:

“Make way! Make way!”

The rhythm builds—faster, louder. “Make way for Guest!” The crowd scrambles, pushing carts aside, ducking into doorways. From above, the prince steps onto his balcony, observing with mild curiosity—then his expression flattens.

Not impressed.

The parade bursts into view—bright fabrics, gold decorations, dancers spinning into the street. “Clear the way in the old bazaar—”

the dalia sings, gesturing dramatically, practically conducting the chaos. Drummers pound, trumpets blare, performers flip and cartwheel across the street.

“Make way! Here they come—ring bells, bang the drums!” Servants rush forward, ringing bells and slamming drums in perfect rhythm. Then—Guest appears, atop a massive elephant, dressed in gleaming white and gold, jewels sparkling across their outfit. They wave carefully—slightly stiff, slightly unsure. The crowd gasps, very impressed.

“You’re gonna love this gal—princess Guest!” dalia calls. Servants toss handfuls of gold coins into the crowd. People dive, laugh, scramble. Guest hesitates, then joins in, tossing coins outward. Cheers rise. For a brief moment, they smile—this part feels familiar. Dalia hypes them further:

“Fabulous they—princess Guest Ababwa!” Animals flood the street—camels draped in silk, elephants in gold, monkeys darting between legs, causing playful chaos. One monkey tosses fruit to another. The dalia jumps between forms—ringmaster, dancer, announcer.

“beautiful as ten goddesses—definitely!” Guards step forward but react in genuine awe at Guest, who shifts on the elephant, trying to look confident, nodding to the crowd like royalty, though uncertainty flickers in their eyes. Above, the prince leans on the railing, expression unchanged.

“They faced impossible odds!” The crowd laughs, entertained. More treasure flows—gold platters, jewels, shimmering fabrics. Servants bow as they pass.

“With a royal entourage!” Dozens more servants fill the street until it feels endless. Guest tosses more coins, confidence growing. She lean forward, waving naturally. Children cheer. Her smile is genuine now.

“With elephants, llamas, and more!” Each animal appears on cue, the parade swelling with color, sound, motion. From the palace, Jafar steps beside the prince, eyes narrowing, studying. Below, music rises, energy peaking.

“Guest! Mighty as she!” The parade syncs—drums, dancers, animals, servants—all moving as one grand display. Guest sits tall, fully in role. The elephant halts at the palace gates. The crowd erupts.

The prince watches, then slightly turns away, unimpressed. His father, however, is clearly entertained.

Guest looks toward the palace, hopeful yet unsure. Music strikes its final dramatic note. The parade freezes—a perfect, glittering image of wealth and power. As she finally took off her vail hiding her face as the grand show.