I have written a preliminary script that I hope to build on for my final piece. This encompasses the idea I have spoken of previously about moving through emotions and lights together with the sound of rain throughout.

Script so far

Scene starts with black, sounds of water lapping the edges of the room, and dripping begin to become audible, and get steadily louder until they are at a comfortable level. The lights begin to come up slowly. A blue/green wash that mimics the movement of water and the ocean, gets brighter until it is a dull glow. There are the effects of little fish darting around the room quickly, stopping for a short moment, only to dart off again.    

 

(Character (me) begins to come into view standing in the centre of the floor)

M: I remember when I was young…so many memories. I can think of several that have left an imprint on my mind, many good, a few bad, but I will always remember one more vividly than the others. It is the first I can recall, and it is something I go back to now and again.

(The sound of the water lapping softly, the lights still mellow. Character looks around the audience, then sits on the floor)

M: I couldn’t have been any more than 3 years of age; I was at my grandparents for the day, as I often was. My grandfather, a great lover of animals decided to take me to the pet shop to look at the animals. I know that I get my love of all creatures from him. We arrived to the shop after a short drive in the sun. The shop was alive with the sounds of birds squawking, and dogs barking. As usual my grandfather made his way over to the tropical fish, a personal favourite of his, but I was more interested in the little furry creatures, and no, before you ask, I mean hamsters, not the little old man behind the counter.

(Stops for a few seconds, and close my eyes, as if to think, and then get back to the story)

M: Anyway, I was looking at the hamsters, and I found them so fascinating that I wanted to know what they felt like. After all they were very fluffy, so I decided that I would be a good idea to push my finger through the bars of the cage to find out, and boy did I find out! The hamster came over, sniffed my finger and then sunk his little teeth into my little finger. I howled like a wolf, which seems appropriate now looking back, after all I was in a pet shop. So my grandfather drags himself away from the fish, to come and see what damage has been done, other than the several ruptured ear drums of the animals. I had a little blood blister; it didn’t even break the skin. My grandfather told me that the hamster was just saying hello, we laughed, and I have loved animals ever since…

(The sound of the water picks up again, sounding closer but still calm. The lights become brighter, bluer, and I stand up and stretch)

M: Ah! The clear sky, It’s that time of year again! The sun is coming out, days are longer, and nights are shorter. It’s this weather that reminds me of being a teenager, care free and happy. We used to spend the day outside playing football. Sometimes we would get the bus to the beach and stay in my friend’s parent’s caravan. Those were the days

 

Use four elements/emotions. 1). first memory. 2). happy. 3). nervous/anxious 4). Angry. Think of a story for each one.

Get a story for each one.

First memory use a drip that turns into a trickle.

Happy – something by the beach, nice summers day.

Nervous – slightly sloshing water and interior monologue of some sort.

Angry – choose a few thinks that piss you off. E.g (housewife) I clean, I cook, I bake. And have that rhythm building to a sound of a storm. Faster and faster as you get more angry.

Stop – dark blue light, silence then gentle lapping and have something that says “Thats me” or something.

Once decided a thing for each one you can then replace it with poems, text and phrases etc.