[The curtain rises, revealing four people. There is a well dressed man standing in the middle of the stage (he’s the narrator). The other three people are the cast, Antonio, Graciella y Tomí. They are all stage right, seen as left of the narrator. Antonio is the farthest from the narrator, sitting on a box/chair/whatever, calmly staring at the floor. Tomí is lying down diagonally (from the audience’s point of view, with the center of his body as the rotational origin, his head is about 60 degrees from standard angle position if his head started on the positive x axis. So his head is closer to Antonio and his feet are closer to the narrator.) Graciella is standing with her arms folded and a concerned expression, observing Tomí.]
Narrator: En un pequeño ciudad español de Pollo Gigante, hay un epidémico de los hipos. Hay tres personas aquí que están enfermos.
Tomí [in scratchy voice]: Necesita… el jabón… *hiccup*
Graciela [anxiously]: No tengo más jabón, la mayoría de la población están infectada, y él suministro de la ciudad es muy pequeña.
Antonio[looks up at Graciella]: ¿Que hora es, Graciela?
Graciela: Son las ocho, más jabón llega en dos horas.
Tomí: *hiccup* *hacking cough* *spazzes a little bit, rolls over onto side and dies*
Graciela: ¡No! ¡Tomí está muerto!
Antonio: *hiccup* Yo pienso que estoy enfermo también ahora, no sé como no vamos a morir, más de la mitad de nuestro ciudad están enfermos.
Graciela: Necesitamos olvidar a Tomi. ¡Necesitamos pensar en el futuro!
Antonio: Necesitamos jabón. Siempre necesitamos jabón. *Starts hiccupping even more*
Graciela: ¡No! ¡No tu también!
Antonio: *Hiccupping* Lo…siento. *Falls from chair, dead*
Graciela: ¡No, Antonio! *falls to Antonio’s side, holding her head in shock* ¡Mis amigos están muertos! Mi vida está terminada.*Pulls out gun and points at head* Adiós, Mundo. *Kills self*
[There is a pause, and then a delivery guy enters from off stage left with a large box.]
Delivery guy: ¡Hola! Yo tengo jabón para ellos! *He notices the bodies, and then just walks out*
Narrator: El fin.
Thursday, April 2, 2009
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this blog is where we'll post play submissions for the 2009 two-minutes play contest as soon as we start receiving them. readers will read and rate the plays, and based on those ratings, we'll narrow down the submissions to a final group. each play must be read by at least three readers.
Default grade; translation please
ReplyDelete(I don't take Spanish, this might be wrong...)
ReplyDeleteNarrator: In the small Spanish town of Giant Chicken, there is an epidemic of hiccups. There are three people here who are sick.
Tomí [in scratchy voice]: I need... the soap... *hiccup*
Graciela [anxiously]: I don't have more soap, the majority of the population is infected, and the town's provisions are small.
Antonio[looks up at Graciela]: What time is it, Graciela?
Graciela: It's eight, more soap arrives in two hours.
Tomí: *hiccup* *hacking cough* *spazzes a little bit, rolls over onto side and dies*
Graciela: No! Tomí is dead!
Antonio: *hiccup* I think that I am also sick now, I don't know that we aren't going to die, but half of the town is sick.
Graciela: We have to forget about Tomí. We have to think of the future!
Antonio: We need soap. We always need soap. *Starts hiccupping even more*
Graciela: No! Not you too!
Antonio: *Hiccupping* I'm sorry... *Falls from chair, dead*
Graciela: No, Antonio! *falls to Antonio’s side, holding her head in shock* My friends are dead! My life is over.*Pulls out gun and points at head* Goodbye, World. *Kills self*
[There is a pause, and then a delivery guy enters from off stage left with a large box.]
Delivery guy: Hello! I have soap for you! *He notices the bodies, and then just walks out*
Narrator: The end.
Looks like a cross between a telenovela and theater of the absurd: I'm giving it two thumbs up!
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