1 man. 2 Woman (1 of these women can be a man instead)
Produced at Dowling College with student actors.
This “Jack and Jill” couple seeking the idyllic life, regret the moments they share together as they live them.
The language is based on the Jack and Jill English nursery rhyme but with contemporary American language.
As an old woman, (perhaps one of them one day) experiences her last DAY on earth, sitting upstage in a vertical box, also regretting her life, as the two main characters, Jack and Jill, sit at their desks never moving from them, stage left and right.
Throughout the play, they put on age make-up and age from their 20’s to old age before our eyes, juxtaposed against their dialogue of regret.
The brevity of the play, about 20 minutes, reflects the swiftness of our existence and the uselessness of regret as we witness a lifetime perish before us like a wisp of smoke, dissipating in thin air.
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Note that formatting in the excerpts are not centered, and instead, left justified.
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As the play progresses, the characters of Jack and Jill put on age make-up, transforming them from a their twenties into their eighties. They must select in their discovery of the play, the exact and appropriate time to age from one decade to the next, or every five years if possible. It should feel and look natural and real. The old Woman must give the impression that she could be either male or female.
A spot comes on the Old Woman in the rocking chair rocking back and forth far up stage center.
She looks at her box.
Then the audience.
She begins to rhyme her woes.
I wonder what tomorrow would be if only I could see the sea
I’ve progressed into a wither it’s true
seeking a kind of gain
while loss engulfs me by the heart
like a storm about to rain and
what it might have been
If I had done all that I never did
but dreamed of doing day to day
waiting for tomorrow that became today
and I wonder
here I am lying on my death bed
until my final breath on my final day
and I am only left with wonder
Lights rise up slowly revealing a young Woman, Jill, stage right and a young Man, stage left, seated at their tables, smiling out at the audience. Jill wears a big pink ribbon tied into a bow tie in her pony tail and Jack wears a neat shirt with a tie and glasses, groomed with his hair slicked down.
They look almost doll-like.
I’ve got nothing to say because when I do I’m contradicted through and through like a hurricane battling a volcano’s wind I’ve lost my self to the machines grind so from here till the end I’m done with it all my tongue is flat my diaphragm low my lips in a tight knit of a smile I’m zippered into place, quieted a while a once virile hope put in place in the race I’ve lost my hope, fore, I’ve lost my face.
They look at each other.
Then look back at the audience.
Are you finished not saying anything Or is there something more you don’t have to say
I’m done not doing anything
That’s good because if you continued in that state we might never progress from here to there wherever it might be If it ever existed at all
I thought you weren’t speaking again
I’m not I’m not
This is getting very insignificant Jack
I realize that Jill
Did you mow the lawn
Why do you ask
As insignificant as all that?
They look straight ahead.
Apply makeup – aging.
In my youth the grass was like a blanket to roll on
with my soft soft skin
and it melted into its tickling prickles
the ends of the grass poking at me
like love fingers of angels teasing me
into the playfulness of life
but did I listen
Why have we stopped…
…I don’t feel what I used to…
…And what was that…?
…Romantic bliss, stars, and roses Ah Daffodils sweet chocolate to kiss in the summer air all of it’s gone goneeeeee
I’ll go to Hallmark right now if it’ll stir you into a smile
There is more missing, much much more
I’m never going to understand another person who cannot be understood again
Apply makeup – aging.
When he had this thought
What was it?
That he hadn’t seen the world before
only a small, small part of it
just a nibble of it
and that’s all he ever knew
or could relate to
he thought his nibble
was the whole world
but then after he looked
he realized it wasn’t
and he felt regret deep, deep regret
a regret that he hadn’t seen the world
or it’s possibility
until that very moment
and that because there was more
than he had ever dreamed possible
in that one moment of enlightenment
he felt his life had been meaningless
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