Friday, May 14, 2021

"ACCEPTANCE" A SHORT PLAY

 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




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