 |
| The Selfie post performance |
For the final performance we chose a small story "A letter to God" from and laced it up with songs from my times to the ultra modern times making it easy for the kids to blend in. The script I created from the story is below... & CLICK HERE for the Video of the final performance...
________________________________________________________________________
A letter to God
by Gregoria Lopex Y Fuentes -
Mexico
(translated by Donald A Yates)
Adopted for NHVPS Theatre Club
Presentation by PD
News Anchor:
The house - the only one in the entire valley - sat on the crest of a low hill.
From this height one could see the river and, next to the corral, the field of
ripe corn dotted with the kidney-bean flowers that always promised a good
harvest.
BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN - DANCING IN
THE DARK
I get up in the evening
And I ain't got nothing to say
I come home in the morning
I go to bed feeling the same way
I ain't nothing but tired
Man, I'm just tired and bored
with myself
Hey there baby, I could use just
a little help
[Chorus 1]
You can't start a fire
You can't start a fire without a
spark
This gun's for hire
Even if we're just dancing in the
dark
News Anchor:
The only thing the earth needed was a rainfall, or at least a shower.
Throughout the morning Ramu - who knew his fields intimately - had done nothing
else but scan the sky toward the northeast.
Ramu: "Now
we're really going to get some water, woman."
The woman,
who was preparing supper, replied: "Yes, God willing."
The oldest
boys were working in the field, while the smaller ones were playing near the
house, until the woman called to them all:
"Come
for dinner ....."
AEROSMITH - LIVIN' ON THE EDGE
There's somethin' wrong with the
world today
I don't know what it is
Something's wrong with our eyes
We're seein' things in a
different way
And God knows it ain't his
It sure ain't no surprise
Livin' on the edge (4 times)
News Anchor:
It was during the meal that, just as Ramu had predicted, big drops of rain
began to fall. In the northeast huge mountains of clouds could be seen
approaching. The air was fresh and
sweet. The man went out to look for something in the corral for no other reason
than to allow himself the pleasure of feeling the rain on his body, and when he
returned he exclaimed:
"Those
aren't raindrops falling from the sky, they're new coins. The big drops are ten-centavo pieces and the
little ones are fives...."
B.J.THOMAS - RAINDROPS KEEP
FALLING ON MY HEAD
Raindrops are falling on my head
And just like the guy whose feet
are too big for his bed
Nothing seems to fit
Those raindrops are falling on my
head, they keep falling
So I just did me some talking to
the sun
And I said I didn't like the way
he got things done
Sleeping on the job
Those raindrops are falling on my
head, they keep fallin'
But there's one thing I know
The blues they send to meet me
Won't defeat me, it won't be long
'Till happiness steps up to greet
me
News Anchor:
With a satisfied expression he regarded the field of ripe corn with its
kidney-bean flowers, draped in a curtain of rain. But suddenly a strong wind
began to blow and together with the rain very large hailstones began to fall.
These truly did resemble new silver coins. The boys exposing themselves to the
rain, ran out to collect the frozen pearls.
"It's
really getting bad now," exclaimed the man, mortified. "I hope it
passes quickly."
GLORIA GAYNOR - I WILL SURVIVE
Oh no, not I, I will survive
Oh, as long as I know how to
love, I know I'll stay alive
I've got all my life to live
And I've got all my love to give
and I'll survive
I will survive, hey, hey
Oh no, not I, I will survive
Oh, as long as I know how to love,
I know I'll stay alive
I've got all my life to live
And I've got all my love to give
and I'll survive
I will survive
Oh
News Anchor:
It did not pass quickly. For an hour the hail rained on the house, the garden,
the hillside, the cornfield, on the whole valley. The field was white, as if
covered with salt. Not a leaf remained on the trees. The corn was totally
destroyed. The flowers were gone from the kidney-bean plants. Ramu's soul was
filled with sadness.
When the
storm had passed, he stood in the middle of the filed and said to his sons:
"A
plague of locusts would have left more than this ... The hail has left nothing
: This year we will have no corn or beans ..."
CHARLIE PUTH - ATTENTION
What are you doin' to me, what
are you doin', huh?
(What are you doin'?)
What are you doin' to me, what
are you doin', huh?
(What are you doin'?)
What are you doin' to me, what
are you doin', huh?
(What are you doin'?)
What are you doin' to me, what
are you doin', huh?
What are you doin' to me, what
are you doin', huh?
(What are you doin'?)
What are you doin' to me, what
are you doin', huh?
(What are you doin'?)
What are you doin' to me, what
are you doin', huh?
(What are you doin'?)
What are you doin' to me, what
are you doin', huh?
That night
was a sorrowful one: "All our work, for nothing!" "There's no-one who can help
us!" "We'll all go hungry
this year...."
But in the
hearts of all who lived in that solitary house in the middle of the valley,
there was a single hope: help from God.
ALAN WALKER - ALONE
If this night is not forever
At least we are together
I know I'm not alone
I know I'm not alone
Anywhere, whenever
Apart, but still together
I know I'm not alone
I know I'm not alone
I know I'm not alone
I know I'm not alone
"Don't
be so upset, even though this seems like a total loss. Remember, no one dies of
hunger!"
"That's
what they say: no one dies of hunger ..."
News Anchor:
All through the night, Ramu thought only of his one hope: The help of God,
whose eyes, as he had been instructed, see everything, even what is deep in
one's conscience.
KRAFTWERK - WE ARE THE ROBOTS
News Anchor:
Ramu was an ox of a man, working like an animal in the fields, but still he
knew how to write. The following Sunday, at daybreak, after having convinced
himself that there is a protecting spirit, he began to write a letter which he
himself would carry to town and place in the mail. It was nothing less than a
letter to God.
"God,"
he wrote, "if you don't help me, my family and I will go hungry this year.
I need a hundred pesos in order to resow the field and to live until the crop
comes, because the hailstorm ..."
He wrote
"To God" on the envelope, put the letter inside, and still troubled,
went to town. At the post office he placed a stamp on the letter and dropped it
into the mailbox.
BOY GEORGE - BOW DOWN MISTER
From Bombay to Bangalore
Al the Hindus know the score
If you wanna live some more
Hare, hare, hare
If you do not take the vow
You can eat the sacred cow
You'll get karma anyhow
Hare, hare, hare
Bow down mister
Hare rama, Hare krishna
Bow down mister
We say radha syam
Do the right thing with your hands
Lay down on the pleasing sands
Whatever else your faith demands
Hare, hare, hare
News Anchor:
One of the employees, who was a postman and also helped at the post office,
went to his boss laughing heartily and showed him the letter to God. Never in his
career as a postman had he known that address. The postmaster - a fat, amiable
fellow - also broke out laughing, but almost immediately he turned serious and,
tapping the letter on his desk, commented:
Post Master:
"What faith! I wish I had the faith of the man who wrote this letter. To
believe the way he believes. To hope with the confidence that he knows how to
hope with. Starting up a correspondence with God!"
GEORGE MICHAEL - FAITH
'Cause I gotta have faith
I gotta faith
Because I gotta to have faith
faith
I gotta to have faith, faith,
faith
'Cause I gotta have faith
I gotta faith
Because I gotta to have faith
faith
I gotta to have faith, faith,
faith
'Cause I gotta have faith
I gotta faith
Because I gotta to have faith
faith
I gotta to have faith, faith,
faith
'Cause I gotta have faith
I gotta faith
Because I gotta to have faith
faith
I gotta to have faith, faith,
faith
News Anchor:
So, in order not to disillusion that prodigy of faith, revealed by a letter
that could not be delivered, the postmaster came up with an idea: answer the
letter. But when he opened it, it was evident that to answer it he needed
something more than goodwill, ink and paper. But he stuck to his resolution: he
asked for money from his employee, he himself gave part of his salary, and
several friends of his were obliged to give something
Post Master:
"for an act of charity."
MICHAEL JACKSON - HEAL THE WORLD
There are ways to get there
If you care enough for the living
Make a little space
Make a better place
Heal the world
Make it a better place
For you and for me
And the entire human race
There are people dying
If you care enough for the living
Make it a better place
For you and for me
News Anchor:
It was impossibly for him to gather together the hundred pesos, so he was able
to send the farmer only a little more than half. He put the bills in an
envelope addressed to Ramu and with them a letter containing only a single word
as a signature: GOD.
THE
FOLLOWING SUNDAY RAMU CAME A BIT EARLIER THAN USUAL TO ASK IF THERE WAS A
LETTER FOR HIM. IT WAS THE POSTMAN HIMSELF WHO HANDED THE LETTER TO HIM, WHILE
THE POSTMASTER, EXPERIENCING THE CONTENTMENT OF A MAN WHO HAS PERFORMED A GOOD
DEED, LOOKED ON FROM THE DOORWAY OF HIS OFFICE.
SURVIVOR - EYE OF THE TIGER
Risin' up, straight to the top
Had the guts, got the glory
Went the distance, now I'm not
gonna stop
Just a man and his will to
survive
It's the eye of the tiger, it's
the dream of the fight
Risin' up to the challenge of our
rival
And the last known survivor
stalks his prey in the night
And he's watchin' us all with the
eye of the tiger
The eye of the tiger
News Anchor:
Ramu showed not the slightest surprise on seeing the bills - such was his
confidence - but he became angry when he counted the money .... God could not
have made a mistake, nor could he have denied Ramu what he had requested!
Immediately, Ramu went up to the window to ask
for paper and ink. On the public writing table, he started to write, with much
wrinkling of his brow, caused by the effort he had to make to express his
ideas. When he finished, he went to the window to buy a stamp which he licked
and then affixed to the envelope with a blow of his fist.
TAYLOR SWIFT - LOOK WHAT YOU MADE
ME DO
But I got smarter, I got harder
in the nick of time
Honey, I rose up from the dead, I
do it all the time
I've got a list of names and
yours is in red, underlined
I check it once, then I check it
twice, oh!
Ooh, look what you made me do
Look what you made me do
Look what you just made me do
Look what you just made me
Ooh, look what you made me do
Look what you made me do
Look what you just made me do
Look what you just made me do
The moment
that the letter fell into the mailbox the postmaster went to open it. It said:
Post Master:
"God: of the money that I asked for, only seventy pesos reached me. Send
me the rest, since I need it very much. But don't send it to me through the
mail, because the post-office employees are a bunch of crooks. - Ramu."
PHARRELL WILLIAMS - HAPPY
- THE END
Comments
Post a Comment
Tell me what you think...