Chavez's Hole After Fire

Here is the outline for something I would like to explore on Tuesday. I would like to play with smoke and the pit and possibly shadows on the side of the canvas like the tent.

Chavez's Hole After Fire

Introduction

And so I stood, hands in my pockets, unable to breath

Like the bodies down below

And the ruins all around me

Frozen in a moment

Like the dew before it drips

Clinging onto life

Like the sweet leaves of yesterday

But anticipating the drop

The fall, the pain down below.

And so I waited, unable to breathe.

Until I inhaled

And with the air came smoke

And fear and ash and ruin

And ghosts.

The ghosts spoke to me,

Frozen in a moment

Between sweet life

And agonizing death.

They longed for what they lost

And yearned to tell their story

Before they were blown away

Away into the unknown.

Monologues performed

Number 47 (George)

She Said

The Earth (Sinjin)

Conclusion

The Anarchist (Ryan)