Alright, enough of that crap. Back to the play. I give to you the next Act of Searching For Julie Wisch. The other parts can be found here:
Prelude
Act One
Interlude
Act Two
And now....
SECOND INTERLUDE
Dark Stage.
A small spotlight drops on The Narrator; Alison, still in shadow.
NARRATOR
They could have all been named Julie. The other girls, I mean. The other girls could have all been named Julie and I wouldnt have noticed... or cared. Julie, at some point, lived her life without me and, I... I lived mine without her.
(pause)
She was subconscious by then, beautiful Julie Wisch. She might as well be Jennifers or Rebeckahs or Samanthas.
(pause)
Julie, at some point, got older. Julie got to go home every night... and every night she went home, she grew stronger and stronger. She got to go home to the same house... the same life.
(pause)
How do I know these things, you ask? How am I so confident that a little girl... that a girl... that Julie... grew to a woman without the burden of lost love? How do I know that Julie didnt have the same sense of falling that I did? A sense of falling that comes from starting as high as a little boy can climb... then watching as, for the rest of your life, the ground gets closer and closer? How do I know she showed no fear as the ground got so close that the sense of surreal was replaced with the impact of being six. Then seven. Then grown.
JULIE returns, curious.
NARRATOR (cont'd)
So, how do I know, you ask, that Julie survived the fall? Because that light we see in our rational mind... the light that guides us from cold thought to warm emotion... that light is hope. Glorious hope. Slow to act, powerful in its motion.
JULIE turns on the LAMP.
NARRATOR (contd)
Ask for the proof of a womans love. Ask for the look in a new fathers face. Ask how I know that a little girl grew to a woman... And the answer will be hope.
(pause)
I can hear you now! What if she pined away, you say. But she didnt, because I have hope. What if her childhood was filled with random acts of despair? you cry! And I say, hope! Tears? No, hope! Broken hearts? Hope! Married and fat, divorced and skinny, spinster in a foreign land... no judgments here, but, hope, hope, hope!
(pause)
Pandora had a vase, indeed. A big, huge vase filled to the brim with all the things that trip up little girls and boys alike. All the countless ways we make each others' lives miserable. All packed in a vase and held by a woman who was the Greek version of Eve. And while the tales tell of an Eve-like blunder, another feminine mythological fuck-up that released the evils on the world --this time without benefit of apple or husband -- the vase held one precious gift, usually unmentioned, buried clear at the bottom.
By this time Julie has taken Alison and is leading her off stage. She suddenly stops and turns.
JULIE
Hope.
JULIE and ALISON EXIT.
The NARRATOR EXITS.
END SECOND INTERLUDE
Prelude
Act One
Interlude
Act Two
And now....
SECOND INTERLUDE
Dark Stage.
A small spotlight drops on The Narrator; Alison, still in shadow.
NARRATOR
They could have all been named Julie. The other girls, I mean. The other girls could have all been named Julie and I wouldnt have noticed... or cared. Julie, at some point, lived her life without me and, I... I lived mine without her.
(pause)
She was subconscious by then, beautiful Julie Wisch. She might as well be Jennifers or Rebeckahs or Samanthas.
(pause)
Julie, at some point, got older. Julie got to go home every night... and every night she went home, she grew stronger and stronger. She got to go home to the same house... the same life.
(pause)
How do I know these things, you ask? How am I so confident that a little girl... that a girl... that Julie... grew to a woman without the burden of lost love? How do I know that Julie didnt have the same sense of falling that I did? A sense of falling that comes from starting as high as a little boy can climb... then watching as, for the rest of your life, the ground gets closer and closer? How do I know she showed no fear as the ground got so close that the sense of surreal was replaced with the impact of being six. Then seven. Then grown.
JULIE returns, curious.
NARRATOR (cont'd)
So, how do I know, you ask, that Julie survived the fall? Because that light we see in our rational mind... the light that guides us from cold thought to warm emotion... that light is hope. Glorious hope. Slow to act, powerful in its motion.
JULIE turns on the LAMP.
NARRATOR (contd)
Ask for the proof of a womans love. Ask for the look in a new fathers face. Ask how I know that a little girl grew to a woman... And the answer will be hope.
(pause)
I can hear you now! What if she pined away, you say. But she didnt, because I have hope. What if her childhood was filled with random acts of despair? you cry! And I say, hope! Tears? No, hope! Broken hearts? Hope! Married and fat, divorced and skinny, spinster in a foreign land... no judgments here, but, hope, hope, hope!
(pause)
Pandora had a vase, indeed. A big, huge vase filled to the brim with all the things that trip up little girls and boys alike. All the countless ways we make each others' lives miserable. All packed in a vase and held by a woman who was the Greek version of Eve. And while the tales tell of an Eve-like blunder, another feminine mythological fuck-up that released the evils on the world --this time without benefit of apple or husband -- the vase held one precious gift, usually unmentioned, buried clear at the bottom.
By this time Julie has taken Alison and is leading her off stage. She suddenly stops and turns.
JULIE
Hope.
JULIE and ALISON EXIT.
The NARRATOR EXITS.
END SECOND INTERLUDE
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And what're you talking about? I get to keeps mah fave SGs, yo. Sweet.
I have a Marilyn Manson autographed ticket stub with the original members (cept Mason b/c he was arrested at the show) I could never part with that!
I should take a pic of it and post it...it was awesome meeting them and actually hanging with them. Of course, now they are too big shot to remember a little show back in the day. Manson did write about it in his biography though...so who knows. I was attending history...lol.