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by Ranting Thespian » Mon Mar 29, 2004 12:43 am
my humor is complete insanity, monty python type.
I also wrote my own one man show (well, my friend colin came in at the last minute as the nurse of the day taking me to group therapy). It was a independant study, and I wanted do my won play. It's very depressing, and takes place almost all inside this man's mind.
Here is what it is like.
It starts with the lights going up, the man (who is me) sits on the stool, with a note book and a pen. behind him are 3 metal walls that act as a room looking like this \__/ (the best way you can show a metal room with no windows or doors. It is meant to be his mind. These voices start to talk, erie, and pretty much putting down the man, and judging him. The man tries to talk, but looses the words to say anything. Eventualy, these voices talk about something horrible that he did, that made him such a stupid and horrible man. Eventualy, the man starts to write, and says what he is writing. He is writing to his wife, you find out. Telling how much he loved her, and how he misses her, and just can't stand to what happened. The voices start again later, and do the same, this time the man fights back even more, stronger. Gets up for a little bit, paces with the notebook. Then, after that, the man sits back down, depressed. He starts a new page. He is now seeming like he is writing a letter to his daughter. Again, talking about experiences, and how he misses her, and how sorry he is. The voices attack again, and he starts to get more violent with him. Making excuses, giving reasons, and how he couldn't choose. The man, starts to go a little crazy, and paces more mumbling. The voices act again, he tried to ignore them, and fights back again. Again, he gets depressed and sits down. He starts to think, and in the last argument of the voices ,you find he is an ER doctor, and that his wife and daughter are gone or dead. He then gets up and ponders life and meaning (and I slip in a little of the two be or not to be speech from hamlet). Then, something happens, it isn't the voices talking. There were noises, beepings, and comotion. The man looks out to the dark, and starts to realize what is going on. Their is his voice talking to a nurse who just brought in two people, who got in a car crash, and both are on the edge of death or life. He then finds out that the two . . . are his wife and daughter. The man is the only doctor, and he could only work on one, and he couldn't choose. He can't, he breaks down, and you hear two flat lines. While this is happening, the man on stage is running around, banging his head on the wall, all saying, "no, not again, no!!!!!!! not now!!!! I couldn't choose!!!!! stop!!!!! no!!!!!" Then as the flat lines hit, he screams, "NO!!!!!!!!!" and he runs to the wals and throws them down with all his force, the lights go, and a big BANG happens. Then, the lights come back up, and the man is sitting on a couch, the walls are gone, and his note book is in the middle of the floor. Then, from the side, (my friend colin) the nurse comes in. he wakes up the man, who is shocked, and looks up confused and lost for the words and where he is. The nurse says, "time for group therapy today dr". I then ask about the grape juice, and how I love it, an that's all I focus on. The nurse takes the man off to the side, and music swells (it's david gray's wulitzer off of Lost Songs, which works so well with the scene), and then the lights start to dim, and stops. The nurse comes out, picks up the notebook. He reads a little, and then looks off, in sadness. He closes it, and walks back off the stage, and the music swells and ends, and when it ends, lights dimmed to black.
the end
man, that took a while. Oh yeah, I performed it last day of school senior year, and it was the last one on that stage, since a new one was being built.
I got an A+, and made my drama teacher, who was the teacher for my independant study, that she would have casted me in more roles in her plays that she never gave me a chance to do anything really, and friends also wondered why other people who got the parts I tried out for got any chance at all for them. I always got snubbed. Made me pissed every try out. But, I showed her in the end that I could do more than they could. She loved the play and the idea, and the acting, so did my parents and friends.
phew, too much writing.
Yes, I am in a box
-Ranting Thespian
*sigh*
