Day fourteen

Broken up into different parts. This is going to be a project I suppose.

Inspiration

A ten minute play

Cast of Characters

DUENDE, A hooded man much like the grim reaper obsessed with death

ANGEL, A bright and bubbly very spiritual woman with large feathery wings

MUSE, A drunken and sexually aroused woman in a toga

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Time:

A spring sunset

Place:

An Italian Countryside

Setting:

A hillside overlooking a small town.

There are a few olive trees and tall grass.

Inspiration

(LIGHTS UP, There is a loud shaking sound like an earthquake. Duende enters from center stage trap door. He makes a motion like he's wiping dust off his robes)

Duende: (Mutters) They're always ssoo damned late.

(Duende stares at the little town in the distance. Angel slowly descends from behind Duende and startles him)

Angel: Why hello their Mr. Grumps. Good to see you on the surface. (She smiles)

(Duende jumps, turns around, then moves his hands like cat swipes and hisses then in a loud voice begins speaking)

Duende: I could've killed you woman! You don't know what type of power I hold. Civilizations have bowed down before my might! I have been called Mictantecuhtli, Osiris, Nergal, Hades...

(Angel holds up her right hand and interrupts Duende before he could go further)

Angel: Oh do please spare me the lecture Dew, I've heard it three thousand and two hundred and fifty two times to be exact, not counting this one of course. Heaven bless you. I hope you haven't waited too long. *she smiles* You look so cute when you're angry.

(Duende shakes his head)

Duende: Spare me your exx-ull-tay-tions, Angel. Where's that damned Muse?

(Off Stage loud hiccups are heard followed by singing. The song is a poor adaptation of Rhianna's Umbrella)

Muse: You can stand under my um *hiccups* brella / ella ella, ay ay ay. / Under my umbrella / ella *hiccups* ella ay ay ay.

(Muse staggers from stage right and takes a swig of wine from the large bottle in her left hand. Wine drips all over the front of her white toga. Duende shakes his head again and Angel nods and smiles)

Muse: Why hello darlings *hiccups* I've just come from a marvelous party. I hope I wasn't too late.

Duende: You're nearly half a millennium too laaate. I don't like lingering with the living for sooo long.

(Angel faces Muse she puts her hand on Muse. She covers her face with her hands as if weeping)

Angel: Oh darling he exaggerates. It isn't yet evening. You're looking rather *she hesitates* lovely.

Duende: Death is not an eggss-ager-ation.

(Angel turns and faces Duende for a moment)

Angel: That's nice dear.

(Duende shakes his hooded head again and then points at Muse)

Duende: Sooo why have you sssumoned us soo sssecretly in this sstupid placcce?

(Muse shakes her head in imitation of Duende)

Muse: What's with all the cahrapy *hiccups* ccondescending consonance, Duende? Spent too much time in that hole of yours?

(Duende replies emphasizing the letter B with each breath)

Duende: Your always with the jokes *Shakes head* you should Best treat me Better or I'll Bury you BI

(Angel interrupts before Duende can finish. She then spreads her wings out. Her voice quavers and is high pitched)

Angel: Now now, let's not fight. We came her for a good purpose. We wouldn't have been summoned if it weren't. I'm sure Muse has a perfectly good explanation. Don't you Musey?

(Angel turns to Muse. Angel's hands make a gesture as if she were presenting Muse an award. Muse takes a huge gulp of wine.)

Muse: Well, Well, *hiccup* Well what was the question again?

(Duende shakes his head again and Angel shakes her head as well)

Muse: Oh right, we're here because *hiccup* we're here because. We're here because...because

(Duendes foot stomps the ground. Muse and Angel act as if though there's an earthquake. Angel floats up a foot from the ground and Muse clings to an Olive tree. Duende shakes his head again. His hood hides his facial expression and speaks in an angered voice)

Duende: I have already missed three bull fights, missed the agony of a musician's spirit *his voice tappers in sadness* Missed the last dying thoughts and words of a hundred and four year old man. *Anger returns* Do you have any idea how many times that happens?! It's not every day a man decides to live that long!

(Muse covers her mouth to hold back her laughter. Angel sighs and looks as though she is cleaning one of the feathers on her left wing. Muse then clears her throat)

Muse: So are you going to let me finish, big guy? I called you *hiccup* here because I (she hesitates) I need your help.

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TO BE CONTINUED: END PART ONE

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Actually had fun writing this one.

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