::Fairy On The Moon::

Act two, Scene One

Scene: A hospital room. Dorothy is lying on the hospital bed with her arms bandaged. The room looks bare, save for a pink rose on the table

Dorothy: So how did i end up here? I'm not even sure. Maybe it was the Panadol. But the last i remember, i was cutting shapes using my razor blade. Was i cutting shapes on a piece of paper? Where are the shapes? where is the paper? I don't recall using paper. Why is my arm bandaged? i don't even know...and where is the razor blade? They were such beautiful shapes..too bad i blacked out even before remembering what i cut. But there was so much blood. So much blood...

Dorothy: The body and the mind never listen to each other. The mind gives commands, but
your body does an opposite thing. Your hand assumes a complete life of it's own. And you can't stop the pain. So what's the only rational thing to do? You increase the pain...so in hope that if the pain gets too much, you eventually get numb, and you no longer feel a thing. That's the only way to stop it.

Dorothy: I don't like hospitals. I feel threatened. I feel isolated. So what am i doing in a hospital? i am not sick! I should be outside! like everyone else! I should be in the arms of the one i love!

(Blackouts, spotlight focuses on lionel's face)

Lionel: Alice is the only one i want to be with. You are crazy! you need help!

(back in hospital bed)
Dorothy: I wasn't born crazy. He made me to be. Sometimes i wonder if i made myself crazy. Am i really crazy?

Lionel: I can't be with you. I am not happy with you anymore. I was never get it? She is the only one i loved all along. Ok, so i lied to you! but it was only for your own good.

Dorothy: How can lying to anyone ever be a good thing? Ok...but i am convinced. So i started to lie to myself. I started to make myself believe that i was crazy. Maybe that way, i can lessen the pain. After all, if i really am crazy, then i can't be blamed for the failure of my relationship right? it's not my fault right? And maybe i won't feel so bad being marginalised, because if i was crazy, then i certainly deserved to be marginalised. Crazy people don't deserve anything.

(nurse enters the room)

Nurse: Here, it's time to take your medicine

Dorothy( to audience): I hate medicine. Because it is always such a lie. They want you to believe it works, but it never does. It never does. So you drink down something worthless like that, and lie in bed with the reknewed hope that you are now healed. But that is such false hope. Because we never get healed.

(dorothy gulps down the medicine. The nurse clears the tray and leaves the room)

Dorothy: We never get healed. And in a world where nothing is worth believing in...we turn to medicine...we turn to such physical comforts believing we are saved. But sometimes a disease grips you so hard that the best medicine can never wash it away. There always lies this residue of that malady that resides in your body for ever. And once you get it..then you are forever poisoned. You can buy the best medicine in the world, but you can never wash away all the poison ever. ( fades)

dawn fairy on the moon at 10/26/2004

Monday, October 25, 2004

Act One, Scene Four

Scene: She is alone in the dark room
Dorothy: So i screamed, and screamed, and screamed myself hoarse. Screamed till the sun plunged into the ocean like a fiery ball, until the moon slipped down the mountains, until the sun, like a phoenix, was resurrected once again. It was a very long scream. (fade out)

Scene: The scene changes to a busy shopping centre.

Dorothy: Sometimes we should never believe what we see. Our eyes tend to lie to us. So what am i seeing now?

(at a distance, Lionel, and Alice are walking with each other hand in hand)

Dorothy: I am seeing ghosts. I know they are not real. It is only my imagination. If i close my eyes, and squeeze them really tight, i know i will wake up and realise that it is only a nightmare. Except now, I don't really know how to differentiate between dreams and reality anymore.

(darkens, Alice's voice is heard)

Alice: Trust me Dorothy. I would never do anything to hurt you. I love you, i care for you. We are friends always. I love you the way God loves you

Dorothy: Yeah, And if that were really true, i'd be in trouble. Better start looking for a new religion.

(lionel's voice is heard)

Lionel: Always so suspicious. You always think i don't care for you, i don't love you! How can i convince you that i am being sincere? There's nothing going on between Alice and me. It is YOU who i care for. It is YOU who knows me best

Dorothy: Perhaps i knew him too well.

Dorothy: Perhaps i knew all of them too well. Which was why my legs brought me to the shopping centre to confirm the truth. Since i knew the truth all along, why does it still hurt so much now that i am here? Maybe it's heartburn. It's probably indigestion. Why is my face so wet? Eyedrops. Yes. Eyedrops.

(scene: lights come on, and they are back in the shopping centre)

Dorothy: These eyedrops are working too well. They are affecting my vision. Too much eyedrops. Too much.

(Lionel and Alice hug)

Dorothy: i am just a spectator, watching my own life. Strangely my body is here, my my soul seems detached. I am seeing two people i know, but yet are strangers to me all the same. Lies...like candy, seemingly sweet, and easy to digest. But like candy..too much makes you sick. And suddenly i find my legs carrying me to the toilet. (blackout)

(the sound of vomitting is heard)

Dorothy: You eat so much candy, after a while you don't even recognise the taste. And it make you sick. So sick of candy. So sick of it all. And you wonder...why you even liked the taste at all?

Alice: I was not with Lionel. What were you thinking of. i was at home reading a book

Dorothy: The sweeter the candy. the more i dislike it.

Alice: I would have asked you, but..you had other plans right? relax..

Dorothy: Indigestion. Too much candy

Lionel: I never spoke a word to Alice. We don't talk at all. I was at home reading. Never went to the shopping centre

Dorothy: And then i feel the bile rising up my throat slowly.

Lionel: I am sick and tired of all your questions. why can't you trust me! I have never even cared for Alice. And i have been nothing but honest with you.

Dorothy: Then my stomach muscles tense up...and before i know it, everything just comes out. And out, and out, until i feel weak. And empty. So funny, that something that should taste so nice, be so bad for me.

Lionel: You're right. She's the only one i care for. I gave up on you a long time ago. You need to see a doctor. You're not well.

Dorothy: The final nail in the coffin. I lost my taste for candy ever since. ( fades out)

dawn fairy on the moon at 10/25/2004

Sunday, October 24, 2004

Act One, Scene two

(Lights on)
Scene: It is a Garden. there are many beautiful colourful flowers around the garden. The sun is shining brightly, the birds are singing happily. Two girls are seated in the centre of the stage, on a picnic blanket, with baskets of food, and a few story books strewn around them. The girls are chatting and laughing gaily.

Dorothy: ...and they lived happily ever after...

Alison : Beautiful story. I love the happy endings.

Dorothy ( laughing) : Who dosen't? But if this happened here today..what do you supposed might really have
had happened?

Alison: Save for the fact the princess was rich and beautiful, the prince would not have married her!

Dorothy: Oh, you know life...It's never fair. You can't have everything.

Alison: i want a different kind of story. The happy ones are never as exciting! They get so boring sometimes.

Dorothy: Oh..you wouldn't want another kind of story! No one wants a sad story! No one wants a difficult story!
It's too complex. I like good old straightfoward, and simple. Girl meets boy. they both fall in love. And
then marry. Tada...simple! (Blackout)

Fast foward:

Scene: Dorothy sits alone in a room

Dorothy: I didn't get the story i wanted. I got another kind

Dorothy: Ever wonder how a princess really feels? (put on a party mask) Charming life. High teas, parties. Handsome princes. But beneath the glitzy and glamorous surface, how does a girl really feel? Constantly having to put on a mask, to make an appearance, to put on a false front. To smile when everything isn't alright. And then those social balls and functions. Always forced to act nice to everyone, to repress your feelings, to behave the way the society dictates you to do. No..this is not a tiara. This is a handcuff. This is not a castle. This is a prison.

Dorothy: And then once the lights come on. You realise ...there's no escaping. And that you are trapped in this cruel world that never wanted to be free. This world that would not accept you for who you are..but what you become..

Dorothy: So what did i become?

Dorothy: A screaming wreck. One day something inside u rages..and snaps.. and you realie sometimes, you reach a point of no return. ( fade out)

Act One, Scene Three

Dorothy: The first scream..

Alison: Really Dorothy. You can Trust me. I am your friend. You can count on me always!

Dorothy: The second scream..

Lionel: Dots, you are paranoid. Why are you so suspicious all the time? Trust me. I love you.

Dorothy: The third scream

Gerald: Dorothy. I am different. Believe me. Trust me, i will never hurt you.

(the sound of glass shattering)

Dorothy: And from then on..i kept screaming..non stop. Only silently. As one by one, i watched their promised break and shatter upon the side walks, into useless shards of glass. I screamed, kicked, and cried. As i watched the words hit the pavement. And with each senseless knock, somehow, i don't know why..i felt this strange sensation in my heart. Pain..was it? i don't know.
(blackout)

(a scream is heard)
(then silence)

dawn fairy on the moon at 10/24/2004

Title : "Once Upon a Time" ( an original script, no copyright)

Act One. scene one

Scene: An empty grey room, with a single window at the corner. Three quarters of the stage is in darkness, except for the bit of light streaming in from the small cracked corner window. A huge cracked mirror lies on the floor. A broken glass beaded necklace is strewn across the floor. The room is gloomy, dusty, full of cobwebs, and is very dirty. The walls and ceilings are peeling, and the floor is covered with sawdust. The windows and mirror are glazed with grime. There is a chair at the centre of the room. The chair is broken, in need of repair. A girl sits in the middle of the room, on the floor beside the chair, gazing forlornly at the chair. She clutches some tattered, old, and yellowish looking letters in her hands.

Dorothy: Once upon a time, there lived a ...princess. She was tall, fair, beautiful...and she was rich. She
had everything. She had the Kingdom at her feet. No. I am sorry. That's not how the story begins
Let me start again.Once upon a time, there lived a princess. Now unlike the story books we all read
she was neither pretty, nor rich, nor fair. She had nothing but the airy dreams in her head. Oh! She had
a fondness for telling stories! She wove the best stories ever, for in her stories, everything was so
beautiful and perfect. No sadness, no tears, no lonliness. She believed that the more she told her
stories, she'd soon become one of her stories. So the legend goes---Poor princess believed in a
worthless illusion that had the foundations built from only air. She trusted in something that never existed
So she waited, and waited, and waited..for the day she'd actually transform magically into one of her stories.
But alas Father time waits for no one, and she eventually died alone in her tower in the castle. Buried
in a coffin of broken promises, trecherous lies, crumbling dreams and the ashes of hopes.

Dorothy ( looks up at audience): You don't like this story?
Dorothy: Then let me change it. After all, that's how stories go right? You don't like it, you change it. You don't
have to make it your reality. You can be whoever you desire to be. You write your life. You call the
shots. But some stories..are not necessarily happy. You don't have to like them. Well, i don't.
Dorothy: (lights dim): Alright..so let me begin once again.. Once upon a time..there lived...(lights fade out)
stage in darkness

dawn fairy on the moon at 10/24/2004