STAGE LIGHTS UP to reveal a man sitting on a chair with a newspaper (Clothes ON). Beside him is a BIG RED BUTTON with nothing written on it. He glances across to it, shakes his head and returns to his paper. Ten seconds later, he repeats this. After another ten seconds, he puts the paper down and glares at the button. He glances upwards, and asks: GUY: What’s the worst you can throw at me? He glances around surreptitiously, before tentatively trying to push the button. When nothing happens, he slams his fist down hard, and out emerges the (naked) CHORUS LINE, who cover in front of him… SONG: (IN THE MOOD (INTRO, VERSE once and then CHORUS once, Then IMMEDIATELY INTO LAST THREE BARS) I used to love my clothing loved my sashes and Bide. In the nude (Chorus: Oh yes somehow he’s got me) CHORUS LINE runs off stage, leaving GUY sitting on his chair with only his PAPER to cover his modesty. He shrugs, stands up and folds his paper. As he walks off, he pauses and turns back to the button… GUY: (Shrugs) What can one more hit do? HITS BUTTON, nothing happens. Pauses, and turns around… GUY: Hang on, where are my…. LIGHTS GO DOWN, there is a WHISTLING and then the sound of a PIANO CRASH…
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Caitie Bop: after talking it over with (Caitlin)Fish, we're still debating the ending... Suggestions??? |