MY OWN PRIVATE THERAPIST NAMED, "I"
"ACCEPTANCE"
SHORT PLAY
BY
BINA SHARIF: Copyright: binasharif 2017-2021
Direction: The man opens an envelop, take a paper out
with a name on it and annouces.
MAN:
And the winer is Bulbul Saree
BULBUL
Races to the stage, is out of breath, take the mike and starts to talk
BULBUL:
Thank you. Thank you. thank you so much.
I don't know what to say. I am speechless. I am out of breath.
Thank you academy. Thank you arts club. Thank you, my producer
Thank you my tall, white, blue eyed American husband.
Thank you, my mother, thanks to my father.
Thank you to the glass of wine I just had to calm my nereves.
Oh! am so glad to be an artist.
I knew that this day will come eventually.
After all I crossed the ocean.
28 hours long flight.
Crossed borders to be here to receive this amazing award.
You see it's so important to be an artist. We, the winners can tell
the stories of all the people who never got any award...who lost their dreams
and then died as total losers.
Me, the winner artist is here to tell the stories of all the dead people
who were so un-fortunate in theire long-long life...
I am so honored and grateful that you also helped me get here safely through tough immigration
to receive this precious award...
(The man rushes towards the stage and then interrupts her)
MAN:
There has been a mistake, there has to be a mistake. This award is not for you.
(Bulbul is in shock)
BULBUL:
WHAT? WHAT? What mistake? What kind of a mistake? I can't believe it...what kid of a mistake
for heaveen's sake? What happened?
MAN:
Let me explain. We were given the wrong envelope. This awad is for someone else. For another artist.
Who has actually won. Not you, not you. It's a mistake, a big mistake. We were given the wrong
envelope.
BULBUL:
(Horrified)
The Wrong envelope? Wrong envelope ? You must be kidding. You are kidding? Right? You mean I am
not the winner?
MAN:
Yes...
BULBUL:
How unfair...how could such an established entertainment industry behaves like this?
Millions of people are watching me. Watching me win this award and then lose it
the same moment.
Unnbelievable... unbelievable. After making me go through
hell to get here, all the threatening questions at the airport, the awful jet lag, the joy of winning once in
my life time and now you are telling me that it's a mistake...
This award is not mine...it is for some one else...horror personified.. How can that happen?
But it has happened and has happened to me, me who never won an award in my whole life.
I hope this great demcracy will get it's act together next year.
Now I have to go pee. I have been holding my piss for so long...
I hope I don't get detained in the rest room for pissing...pissing on my desires... and un-fulfilled
dreams...
If I don't get back soon, please send an ACLU LAWYER to get me out of the restroom
You can do that at least. After you took my award and gave it to someone else. Don't make a mistake
getting me out of the rest room. You want me to spend my lousy life in the American rest room now?
Mistake? What a great mistake...that is the only great thing you have accomplished in your life
A GREAT BIG MISTAKE MADE BY THE GREAT HOLLYWOOD INDUSTRY...TO TAKE MY
AWARD AWAY...
GOOD BY AND THANKS A LOT FOR THE HOLLYWOOD NIGHTMARE...
At least offer me some champagne...
"Oh! it's only for the winner.
You cheap, lousy bastards...Get your act together for heaven's sake.
Disrupted my comfortable life and brought me here across the occean to lock me in the rest room...
Actually the award was mine. You decided to give it to someone else after you saw face...
That's the truth, the only truth. Mistake? It took me so long to prepare my acceptance speech...
( Music comes on, as lights dim, Bulbul gets off stage and run towards the rest room.)
END OF PLAY
