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Gypsy Script Part Four(The scene changes as we follow theMore Like This
gypsies to the catacombs underneath Paris, the Court of Miracles. It’s dark and
dreary with numerous gypsies dancing and playing music or practicing magic
tricks, practicing for the festival. A small group of nervous gypsies come in,
two of them being TERRA and AQUA, a brother and sister troupe.)
(CLOPIN comes on stage.)
CLOPIN: Quiet! Quiet! All newcomers
gather around!
(The small group comes forward and
sits around him.)
CLOPIN: All right, listen up.
You've picked a lucky day to sneak your way into Paris.
There'll be no excuse for not
earning your keep on the Festival of Fools Day. Don't look so frightened!
This is a better lot than you're
used to. And you'll be fine here if you learn the rules.
(A small murmur goes between the
gypsies.)
CLOPIN: WELCOME TO PARIS,
PARASITES
AND VAGABONDS
THOUGH
THERE'S STILL OUR SHARE OF TROUBLE WE ATTRACT
WHEREAS
OUR WRETCHED RACE IS
BANNED
OR
I Am With You....*Disney Guardian's Oneshot*Casey lamely laid down on her messy bed and sighed. Her mind was tangled in doubt..... She had not seen Quasimodo in a month because of college and she had begun to miss him dearly and her friends in the Disney Realm. She turned over onto her stomach wondering why he didn't ever write to her..... She felt like just leaving to go and see him. It was lonely here in the real world.... What if he forgot about her? What if something happened...?More Like This
She had her dinner and went to bed, not so very excited for the class the next morning..... As she fell into a worried sleep, her sliding glass closet slowly opened. Miraculously, it was Mushu and Stitch,
Gypsy Script Part Three(ANSEM pats her on the head thenMore Like This
exits the stage. SURANE gives a deep sigh then kneels down to where the broken
figure sits on the floor.)
SURANE: SAFE BEHIND THESE WINDOWS
AND
THESE PARAPETS OF STONE
GAZING
AT THE PEOPLE DOWN BELOW ME
ALL
MY LIFE, I WATCH THEM
AS
I HIDE UP HERE ALONE
HUNGRY
FOR THE HISTORIES THEY SHOW ME
(SURANE picks up the figures and
its arms then puts it on the table holding the model of Paris.)
SURANE: ALL MY LIFE, I MEMORIZE THEIR FACES
KNOWING
THEM AS THEY WILL NEVER KNOW ME
ALL
MY LIFE, I WONDER HOW IT FEELS TO PASS A DAY
NOT
ABOVE THEM
BUT
PART OF THEM…
(SURANE moves back to the railing
façade looking out at Paris before her.)
SURANE: AND OUT THERE
WHERE
THE SUN DOES SHINE
GIVE
ME ONE DAY OUT THERE
JUST
ONE TO NAME AS MINE
TO
HOLD FOREVER
OUT
THERE
WHERE
THEY ALL LIVE UNAWARE
WHAT
I'L
In Which Middle School is HellI can still remember with perfect clarity the day in eighth grade when a boy walked up to me at my locker and said, “Hey cutie.” I was sweaty, having just come from gym class, and I was only at my locker to buy some time before I had to go to math class where the teacher hated me and the numbers didn’t make any sense. But there was a boy standing next to me and he called me cute and I had no idea what to say. But I didn’t have to because the girl he was with just laughed, a cut off cackle into the oversized purse she was fishing through. I turned back to my locker, not saying a word because what could I really say anywMore Like This
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