SCENE
(A
young women dressed in a vintage pink dress stands
center stage on the
deck
of a ship. Passengers and crew are bustling around about her. She reads a
letter allowed.)
LILY
“Dear
Miss Samson, we thank you for auditioning for the Sparkle Cruise Musical
Theatre Spectacular, but unfortunately we do not have a spot for you at this
time. Due to strict height requirements
and a need for tall stalwart dancers, we may never have a spot for you on our
line, unless you decide to grow six inches or choose to wear stilts for the
rest of your life. And please, if you are to audition for us again, please don’t
wear that god-awful pink dress. It’s hideous, even if it’s retro or retro or
whatever you “hip” kids call it this days.
We wish you the best of luck.
Sincerely,
The Sparkle Cruise Artistic Team”.
The nerve!
It gets worse every time I read it! I’ll show them! I’ll show them this little
hoofer can steal any show!
(To a porter.)
Excuse me,
sir. I’m a little bit lost. Could you show me to my room. And then to the
rehearsal studio?
PORTER
The name’s
James, Miss. And certainly. By the way, your pink dress is quite striking.
LILY
Thanks!
(She gives the
audience a snarky knowing look. And they exit.)
Lead the way
my good sir!
(They
exit.)
END OF LILY’S FIRST VIGNETTE