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18-10-2005, 02:15 PM
This is a fairly old piece of work i have done. It was for my drama class from when i was in school. We had to do a story of death but with a message or something like that. Anyway, i found it in my documents and thought i would show you guys it. Lol.
Steven: (comes out from side of stage dressed in black to symbolise the fact he’s dead.)
We all do silly things sometimes, but silly things turn into crime.
Imagine if your body black, your pockets emptied in a sack.
And eyes of blue. Were the only things that remained of you?
(Steven walks off and on comes an elderly lady and a man dressed in black. Two other men come on from the other side. A policeman and an undertaker pushing a hospital bed. The four meet in the middle and the undertaker lifts down a sheet from the bed. The four people examine the bed. The elderly lady lets out a sob and turns away. The police man and undertaker look at the man in black hopefully.)
Undertaker: Mr. Collins. Is this your son?
Man: (Peers over bed as if trying to decide.) Yes, Yes its him. (Breaks down into tears)
Woman: No, No it can’t be. Not our Steven. My grandson. He was always such a good, clever friendly boy! He wouldn’t smoke. He wouldn’t… (breaks down into tears again)
Policeman: We have interviewed a number of witnesses Mrs. Collins.
Woman: There lying!
Man: Officer… What exactly did the witnesses say?
(They leave the stage wheeling the bed with them)
(Enter Steven with a large group of older boys. They are in a public toilet. They’re all standing or sitting around. Some are sitting in washbasins some are sitting on toilet seats. There are about 10 of them. One of the biggest is holding a piece of cloth and a can of lighter fluid. Steven is clearly the smallest. He looks nervous and keeps his eyes to the floor.)
Jon: ‘Ere Steve! You go first shrimp! (Chucks can to Steven who stumbles back a bit.)
Steve: (looks around at older boys and hesitates. He looks to his feet again.) Um… yer that’s cool… (Holds cloth to mouth and sprays, he stumbles backwards from the cheap buzz and begins to cough and splutter.)
Older boys: (laugh and point to Steven.)
Sid: Haaa! The runt can’t even handle a bit of gas. Loser!!!
(The can is passed around the group and they all take some in, by now, they’re all a bit out of it! Steven is sitting in the cubicle he’s not feeling at all well. He puts his head between his legs and tries to block out the older boys as they taunt him.)
Steve: I’ve got a bit of a bad throat… haven’t been feeling to well recently.
Older boys: (Look at him and laugh then begin to whisper loud enough for steve to hear. Steve looks worried but doesn’t seem to know what to do. He covers his ears not wanting to know what there saying and shuts the cubicle door.)
Jon: Yer, yer that’s cool!
Mark: Use that broom over there! Haha.
Sid: Lock ‘im in then and then we’ll run yer!
Older boys: (pick up broom and jam the door of Stevens cubicle shut and run out)
Mark: Laters Steve!
Older boys: (Laugh and run out)
Steven: Guys?? Guys are you their. Guys? Ive still got your ****. Guys… Come back! PLEASE? ( Bangs on door for a while then gives up and sits down. Takes out cigarette packet and takes one out. He sticks it into his mouth and goes to light it)
-EXPLOSION-
Steven: Ahhhhhhhh (falls to floor as all the lighter gas vapour lights)
Older boys: (they are standing just outside the toilet, listening to Steven. They jump back at the explosion and watch as the smoke rises)
Jon: What the hell was that?
Sid: Steven STEEVEN! ARE YOU OKAY MATE?
Mark: (pushes the door open) Oh my god. Someone call the police!
(Freeze frame)
Steven: (comes out from side of stage dressed in black to symbolise the fact he’s dead.)
A little laugh, a little joke when turned nasty can make you choke.
It’s to late for me but not for you, remember never mess about in a public loo.
My end is nasty my end is cruel, don’t follow peer pressure, don’t be a fool.
Cheap highs off gas and sniffing glue surely aint worth the end of you!
Steven: (comes out from side of stage dressed in black to symbolise the fact he’s dead.)
We all do silly things sometimes, but silly things turn into crime.
Imagine if your body black, your pockets emptied in a sack.
And eyes of blue. Were the only things that remained of you?
(Steven walks off and on comes an elderly lady and a man dressed in black. Two other men come on from the other side. A policeman and an undertaker pushing a hospital bed. The four meet in the middle and the undertaker lifts down a sheet from the bed. The four people examine the bed. The elderly lady lets out a sob and turns away. The police man and undertaker look at the man in black hopefully.)
Undertaker: Mr. Collins. Is this your son?
Man: (Peers over bed as if trying to decide.) Yes, Yes its him. (Breaks down into tears)
Woman: No, No it can’t be. Not our Steven. My grandson. He was always such a good, clever friendly boy! He wouldn’t smoke. He wouldn’t… (breaks down into tears again)
Policeman: We have interviewed a number of witnesses Mrs. Collins.
Woman: There lying!
Man: Officer… What exactly did the witnesses say?
(They leave the stage wheeling the bed with them)
(Enter Steven with a large group of older boys. They are in a public toilet. They’re all standing or sitting around. Some are sitting in washbasins some are sitting on toilet seats. There are about 10 of them. One of the biggest is holding a piece of cloth and a can of lighter fluid. Steven is clearly the smallest. He looks nervous and keeps his eyes to the floor.)
Jon: ‘Ere Steve! You go first shrimp! (Chucks can to Steven who stumbles back a bit.)
Steve: (looks around at older boys and hesitates. He looks to his feet again.) Um… yer that’s cool… (Holds cloth to mouth and sprays, he stumbles backwards from the cheap buzz and begins to cough and splutter.)
Older boys: (laugh and point to Steven.)
Sid: Haaa! The runt can’t even handle a bit of gas. Loser!!!
(The can is passed around the group and they all take some in, by now, they’re all a bit out of it! Steven is sitting in the cubicle he’s not feeling at all well. He puts his head between his legs and tries to block out the older boys as they taunt him.)
Steve: I’ve got a bit of a bad throat… haven’t been feeling to well recently.
Older boys: (Look at him and laugh then begin to whisper loud enough for steve to hear. Steve looks worried but doesn’t seem to know what to do. He covers his ears not wanting to know what there saying and shuts the cubicle door.)
Jon: Yer, yer that’s cool!
Mark: Use that broom over there! Haha.
Sid: Lock ‘im in then and then we’ll run yer!
Older boys: (pick up broom and jam the door of Stevens cubicle shut and run out)
Mark: Laters Steve!
Older boys: (Laugh and run out)
Steven: Guys?? Guys are you their. Guys? Ive still got your ****. Guys… Come back! PLEASE? ( Bangs on door for a while then gives up and sits down. Takes out cigarette packet and takes one out. He sticks it into his mouth and goes to light it)
-EXPLOSION-
Steven: Ahhhhhhhh (falls to floor as all the lighter gas vapour lights)
Older boys: (they are standing just outside the toilet, listening to Steven. They jump back at the explosion and watch as the smoke rises)
Jon: What the hell was that?
Sid: Steven STEEVEN! ARE YOU OKAY MATE?
Mark: (pushes the door open) Oh my god. Someone call the police!
(Freeze frame)
Steven: (comes out from side of stage dressed in black to symbolise the fact he’s dead.)
A little laugh, a little joke when turned nasty can make you choke.
It’s to late for me but not for you, remember never mess about in a public loo.
My end is nasty my end is cruel, don’t follow peer pressure, don’t be a fool.
Cheap highs off gas and sniffing glue surely aint worth the end of you!