%%USERNAME%%    %%ACCWORDS%% %%ONOFF%% |
 |
What is the audience? |
| Darkness Single spotlight on person in centre of stage, as each Dreamer speaks another spotlight turns onto them. At the far back of the stage, a person (Chairperson) sits in a chair, staring at the ground. Begins to speak Dreamer 1: It was dark... I remember that… I never normally remember them… but I remember this one…. It was more than dark though. It was… as though there hadn’t been light in a very long time… There hadn’t been… Then there were trees, mountains and valleys. Hiding in the endless abyss of darkness, I knew they were there… But, I couldn’t be sure Repeats his phrase while the other dreamers speak Dreamer 2 begins loop over the top of the original Dreamer 2: And you were there… Not, you… but it was definitely you… I could tell by the sound… not the voice… but footsteps… I saw them moving… Towards you… around you… I wanted to get to you, but they stopped me… With their words… Those thick, habitual, sickening, crushing terrifying WORDS! They drowned me… Repeats his phrase while other dreamer speaks Dreamer 3 begins loop over Dreamer 2 Dreamer 3: Air, beautiful, succulent, unassuming air. It’s unjudging in its despicable criticism… Black and white blood crushing my red scarf… Tell me, why did they do it? Was it me… of course it was me… nobody else would care enough to push me into this… It’s all over me… It’s hurting me… Screams… Get it off of me… Oh God, it’s crushing it… Save it… FORGET ME… Save it… Repeats phrase with other dreamers All repeat for four times Lights fade into natural lighting Chairperson: So what’s the point? Dreamer 1: No point Dreamer 2: The point? Dreamer 3: Take point! Chairperson: It needs a point. Dreamer 1: Why? Dreamer 2: Why? Dreamer 3: WHY? Chairperson: Don’t shout… this hall does not deserve to hear you shout… You know that… Dreamer 1: Forgiveness… Dreamer 2: Pardon… Dreamer 3: compression… Chairperson: Compression? Dreamer 1: Depression Dreamer 2: Obsession Dreamer 1: Recession Dreamer 2: A lesson Dreamer 3: Rebellion… Pause Chairperson: HOW DARE YOU USE THAT WORD! The word alone tests its very meaning. How can one name the thought that brings the very end of modesty to life? But by naming such a thing, one accepts the rules of basic humanity… LANGUAGE DAMN IT… I request you to retract your very statement… Dreamer 3: Is that a threat? Dreamer 1: A threat? Dreamer 2: A threat… Chairperson: What threat… If I wanted to threaten you, you would have given up… Dreamer 3: So do it… Chairperson: Is that a threat? Dreamer 1: A threat? Dreamer 2: A threat… Voice from the audience, Dreamers freeze Voice: Your stuck in a loop… Chairperson: What? Voice: Your stuck in loop… Chairperson: What? Voice: Your stuck in a loop… Chairperson: I heard you the first time… So what’s your point… Voice: We are not starting this again. Chairperson: Starting what? Voice: The loop! Chairperson: What loop? Voice: Your stuck in a loop! Chairperson: So what’s your point? Projection onto the screen: This is the moment when you realise that those stuck in the same series of events, will fight to keep them that way. Voice: STOP! Projection onto the screen: And the people who want to disagree face a wall of conformity. Voice: STOP! Projection: Until the battle itself, is the series of events they rely on Voice: STOP! STOP! STOP! Person in audience stands up, holding head, screaming. Through a series of unintelligible screams, this is heard Voice: It’s all over me… I can feel the sickly hands grabbing at my soul… It’s everything I hate… But I long for it… My very inner being loathes my one desire! What cruel existence! GAH! What cruel IRONY is this… Bloodstained irony, forged through years of cursed PAIN… The language of my person cannot contain it. Dreamers move over to the voice, who has returned to screaming. Dreamers guide him off of the stage, the voice is fighting them. After he is removed from the stage, the voice runs back on. Moves to the chairperson, falls at his feet, looking up at him. Chairperson stares straight, not acknowledging his existence Projection on screen: This is when the audience learns that the truth will not always prevail. Voice walks off of the stage. Chairperson stands up, walks to front of stage. Chairperson: (Addresses Audience) I think you’ve all seen what happens here. You sit there, and you judge my actions. But you know nothing of what it’s like in here. This stage, for want of a better term, is a lifeless pit of nothing. Once the eyes are gone, so is the pure foundations of my existence. We’ve no time for audiences. Rambling hecklers, the foundation of revolution. Ha! The irony. You believe that revolution is wrong in your world! The thieves, the rebels, the rogue citizens! The people with different opinions, the immigrants, the minorities. You give them NOTHING! But when one of you questions the happenings of my stage, where is the sympathy for me! YOU KNOW NOTHING! YOU KNOW NOTHING! NOTHING! NOTHING! NOTHING! Projection on screen: This is when the audience learns that they are the minority. Chairperson: You disgust me… But now you will leave, and I hope you forget all about this! For then, I will have achieved my proof. Chairperson leaves stage. Lights fade. Sound of a busy city is heard, volume gets louder and louder, until it is overwhelmingly loud. Silence |
 Log in to Leave Feedback |
View Portfolio
Visit Notebook
Send Gift Points
Awards
Badges
Send Email
Community Newsfeed
General Discussion
Sponsored Items
Book of Trinkets
Static Items
Books
Groups
Interactive Stories
Audio
Campfire Creatives
Community Notes
Crossword Puzzles
Documents
Folders
Images
In & Outs
Madlibs
Photo Albums
Polls
Product Reviews
Quizzes
Survey Forms
Web Pages
Word Searches
