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Oct. 9th, 2003 05:28 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bzarcherGod DAMMIT.
I swore several years ago I'd stop writing plays. The ones I did weren't that good, and when I attempted serious writing rather than comic even my friends I showed them to at the time were pretty unsure.
But now![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kores_rabbit made a flippant remark about a 'One Man Stage Show on the life of Theodore Roosevelt'...and I'm starting to think about it.
It'd need someone capable of the power and the bombast, as well as showing the energy and joie de vivre...
But I'm already starting to see a script in my head. May have to actually write it, too.
Maybe confine it to College/First Marraige *break* Montana to Presidency *break* Post-Presidency?
Or perhaps a retrospect done by Roosevelt himself, set in the period where he waits for Tad's recovery after his near-death in their African safari? Nostalgia? TR was a man of few doubts, but perhaps a regret or two.
Hmm. Roosevelt reminiscing over the bedside of his comatose son...
Can't have Tad waking up, tho. Will have to fade the lights while TR is speaking, though after the story is finished.
Lights 60%, circular. A dimness which is highlighted by the 80% circle/spot in which TR moves, with Tad's bedside at the edge of the circle. Spot possibly will move with TR when he moves away from bed during speeches, but never illuminates more than Tad's feet to the audience. Playing on the metaphor of Tad living in TR's shadow.
"Ahhh, the life I've had...things I've seen...things I've done! But I do regret the cost you, your mother, and dearest Alice have paid. Sometimes I do wonder if you'll ever realize how much I love all of you."
TR turns, moves. I give freedom of movement to the actor here, so long as he's stepped away a bit.
Tad...I promise you'll come home with me. I'll see the doctors make things right. Just...wake up soon, will you? The world won't stop for us anymore, even if I used to at least make it stand back and watch for a bit.
A paper can be seen at what might be an endtable. TR looks to Tad's bed. Waits. Seems to hope for some sign, before sighing and shrinking in, a bit. This is a giant who no longer commands Heaven and Earth, and his limits pain him, particularly in regards to this. Taking the Paper, and sitting next to the foot of the bed.
Well...they say I must keep speaking. That my voice will help, just as it always has. So...perhaps I'll just tell you of what you've been missing. Must keep on top of things, Tad! If you don't, they'll ride straight through you. Better you be the one charging on!
Lights fade on TR, though he is turning towards the bed and clearly reading the paper to Tad while they do.
I swore several years ago I'd stop writing plays. The ones I did weren't that good, and when I attempted serious writing rather than comic even my friends I showed them to at the time were pretty unsure.
But now
kores_rabbit made a flippant remark about a 'One Man Stage Show on the life of Theodore Roosevelt'...and I'm starting to think about it.It'd need someone capable of the power and the bombast, as well as showing the energy and joie de vivre...
But I'm already starting to see a script in my head. May have to actually write it, too.
Maybe confine it to College/First Marraige *break* Montana to Presidency *break* Post-Presidency?
Or perhaps a retrospect done by Roosevelt himself, set in the period where he waits for Tad's recovery after his near-death in their African safari? Nostalgia? TR was a man of few doubts, but perhaps a regret or two.
Hmm. Roosevelt reminiscing over the bedside of his comatose son...
Can't have Tad waking up, tho. Will have to fade the lights while TR is speaking, though after the story is finished.
Lights 60%, circular. A dimness which is highlighted by the 80% circle/spot in which TR moves, with Tad's bedside at the edge of the circle. Spot possibly will move with TR when he moves away from bed during speeches, but never illuminates more than Tad's feet to the audience. Playing on the metaphor of Tad living in TR's shadow.
"Ahhh, the life I've had...things I've seen...things I've done! But I do regret the cost you, your mother, and dearest Alice have paid. Sometimes I do wonder if you'll ever realize how much I love all of you."
TR turns, moves. I give freedom of movement to the actor here, so long as he's stepped away a bit.
Tad...I promise you'll come home with me. I'll see the doctors make things right. Just...wake up soon, will you? The world won't stop for us anymore, even if I used to at least make it stand back and watch for a bit.
A paper can be seen at what might be an endtable. TR looks to Tad's bed. Waits. Seems to hope for some sign, before sighing and shrinking in, a bit. This is a giant who no longer commands Heaven and Earth, and his limits pain him, particularly in regards to this. Taking the Paper, and sitting next to the foot of the bed.
Well...they say I must keep speaking. That my voice will help, just as it always has. So...perhaps I'll just tell you of what you've been missing. Must keep on top of things, Tad! If you don't, they'll ride straight through you. Better you be the one charging on!
Lights fade on TR, though he is turning towards the bed and clearly reading the paper to Tad while they do.
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Date: 2003-10-09 07:30 pm (UTC)A one man stage show on peanut butter and jelly and the effects both have had on the mental capacity of our current world leaders?
Maybe.
Either way... I love seeing my name in lights. Good job!
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Date: 2003-10-09 07:40 pm (UTC)I so blame you for any writing projects in the near future.