Eve White
Eve White
Stephen Parks
Stephen Parks
Cast of Characters
PUDDLE is tragic and all-knowing. Puddle is often tired and occasionally has bursts of possessed-like energy. Puddle fades in and out of existence: evaporating, experiencing life in other forms of water and returning to a puddle-state.
NARRATOR reads environmental and situational descriptions. They should be downstage, stage right wearing a Mitski band t-shirt.
Setting
The stage should include at least two bodies of water. It’s implied that Puddle evaporates and turns into another body of water.
Props
Water cup
A candy bar wrapper
A lottery ticket
A wet diary
Text Format Distinctions
Environmental and Situational Descriptions are italicized and right-aligned.
Ex. Body. Stillness. Springtime post-rainstorm.
A/V directions are bracketed.
Ex. [sound: burbling water]
Acting instructions for the performer are italicized in parentheses.
Ex. (Gargle and spit.)
Puddle’s Monologue
Egbert
Body. Stillness. Springtime post-rainstorm.
[sound: burbling water]
Puddle is sleeping, dreaming of running water.
Puddle wants so badly to become a babbling brook.
Puddle awakes.
PUDDLE (Catch breath with violent coughing bursts.)
Puddles suffer, too, y’know?
[sound: a bird tweedles pleasantly.]
Ooh! A little birdy! Ehehe. I’m gonna catch you, little bird! Ehehe. Tweet, tweet, tweet!
(Mime attempting to catch the bird in a playful manner and grumpily give up.)
Hmph. You hear that bird? Puddles suffer too! I’ve died an infinite death. I taste light with every molecule of my being. Reflecting, refracting, absorbing… Mmm…
[sound: gust of wind]
(Pick up water cup)
(Begin “Sound of Water” mantra
Ahem.
[sound: ambient water sounds]
(Slowly, deliberately, and conducting each word.)
The sound of water is
rain, lap, fold, slap,
gurgle, splash,
churn, crash,
murmur, pour, ripple, roar,
plunge, drip, spout, slip,
sprinkle, flow,
ice, snow
(1) O’Neill, Mary, “Sound of Water.” What Is That Sound!, Atheneum, 1966.
(Exaggeratingly deliberate, louder, and dancing each word.)
The sound of water is
rain, lap, fold, slap,
gurgle, splash,
churn, crash,
murmur, pour, ripple, roar,
plunge, drip, spout, slip,
sprinkle, flow,
ice, snow.
…
(Quickly, annoyed, grumbling, as if to rush toward the end of something.)
The sound of water is
rain, lap, fold, slap,
gurgle, splash,
churn, crash,
murmur, pour, ripple, roar,
plunge, drip, spout, slip,
sprinkle, flow,
ice, snow!
(Gargle and spit.)
Well, then.
(Toss cup.)
…
What will I find today?...
(Inspect the alley, snake to different areas, and finally pick up a piece of trash.)
A Twix candy bar wrapper
Hmm… Calories… 300… Fat… 13 grams…Car-bo-hy-drates… 31 grams… Protein! Everyone’s obsessed with protein… only 3 grams. Sodium, my favorite… 113 milligrams. Ok, what next…
(Shuffle around and pick up a lottery ticket.)
Ooh! A lottery ticket!
(Eat the lottery ticket to inspect and taste its chance.)
Hmm…
(Say random numbers 1 - 69 in between smacking lips and licking fingers.)
And the powerball! (Say random number between 1 - 25.)
Yes, a winning lottery ticket. Tastes like… a dark pit… high-pitched shrieking… arsenic… cyanide from an apple seed… Ah! A hint of chartreuse! How lucky.
(Take a swig of fizzy drink. Induce a burp.)
(Shuffle around and pick up the diary. Leaf through naturally.)
A wet diary. The ink has mostly seeped into the pages, rendering the text illegible as abstract indigo color fields.
(Rip out a page and eat it, as if to taste the hand of the writer
The writer’s hand… salty. Coated in an unnameable residue. Chipped nail polish and...
(Deep gasp. A sudden spellbound gaze, with uncontrollable stuttering.)
I… perhaps… I… on the… I… or…I… not only… I thought… would somehow… I forgot… I felt… I could feel… With the breeze… I thought… not words… Wind.(Beat. A gulp of clarity.)
[Play: windchimes]
I’ve been busy inside my summer chrysalis… I notice the dust, the distance, and piles of books. My appetite swells, my skin sheds. Blurs and traces of spirit carefully archived in wax etching. I’m an ant crawling on the page, inspecting the crevices of each letter–reading their form. To be in a scandal is to be alive. To be in love is to be tickled toward entropy. I’ve learned my lesson: I’m more of a karaoke soloist. My God, I’m so lonely…
My God, I'm so lonely…
[karaoke song: “NOBODY” by Mitski]
(Perform your heart out.)
My God, I’m so lonely
so I open the window
To hear sounds of people
To hear sounds of people
Venus, planet of love, was destroyed by global warming
Did its people want too much, too?
Did its people want too much?
And I don't want your pity, I just want somebody near me
Guess I'm a coward, I just want to feel alright
And I know no one will save me, I just need someone to kiss
Give me one good honest kiss and I'll be alright
Nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody
Ooh, nobody, nobody, nobody
I've been big and small and big and small and big and small again
And still nobody wants me
Still, nobody wants me
And I know no one will save me, I'm just asking for a kiss
Give me one good movie kiss and I'll be alright
Nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody
Ooh, nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody
Nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody
Nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody
Nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody
Nobody, nobody, nobody
Nobody, no-
(Suddenly collapse into the second body of water. Maybe vogue dip.
Whatever, improvise a dramatic ending.)
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Eve White
Eve White