11/28/2012 4:48:00 AM
Males:
Moritz (Spring Awakening):
The leaves whisper so eagerly. It's as if I were hearing dead Grandmother
tell the story of the Queen without a Head. She was a perfectly beautiful
queen, fair as the sun, lovelier than all the maidens in the land, -- only she
had come into the world, alas! without a head. She couldn't eat nor drink
nor see nor laugh nor kiss either. She could only make herself understood to
her court through her supple little hand. With her dainty feet she tossed off
declarations of war and death-sentences. Then one day she was conquered
by a king who happened to have two heads that were always at outs with
each other--quarreled the whole year long so hard that neither let the other
speak a word. So the chief court conjurer took the smaller of the two heads
and set it on the queen; and lo and behold, it was mighty becoming to her;
so then the king married the queen and the two were no longer at
loggerheads but kissed each other on the forehead and the cheeks and the
mouth, and lived for a long, long time after in happiness and joy. . . .
Confounded rot! Since vacation I haven't been able to get the Headless
Queen out of my head! If I see a beautiful girl, I see her without a head, -and then all of a sudden I appear as the Headless Queen -- myself! . . . Well,
it's possible that one will be set on my shoulders yet.
Richard (The Beach):
Now before I start there's just a couple of things you have to remember.
Number one, you have to remain calm. Right? Number two, you have to
show no fear because the sharks, you see, the sharks can sense that fear.
Just as easily as they can sense blood. And so it went for me. Just as I knew
it would. Just as nature had ordained its jaw wide open, row upon row of
these razor sharp teeth glinting underwater like jagged diamonds, its tailfin
sweeping back and forth as it surged in for the kill. I swear to God my whole
life flashed before my eyes. Really, I had nothing left to offer except for pure
reflex. Pure reflex, and mankind's basic drive for survival that somehow
shouts, "No, I will not die today!” And at that instant man I knew it was
either the shark or me. The shark knew it. I knew it. But jeez god, it's
nothing personal right, you know, it's just the way the world works, right,
it's nature. But, if I remember correctly, in that last glimmer of its eyes,
there was a moment between us. Where it said, "Hey Richard, man… enjoy
your dinner."
11/28/2012 4:48:00 AM
Females:
Luisa (The Fantasticks):
This morning a bird woke me up. It was a lark, or a peacock; something like
that. So I said hello. And it vanished, flew away, the very moment I said
hello! It was quite mysterious. So do you know what I did? I went to my
mirror and brushed my hair two hundred times, without stopping. And as i
was brushing it, my hair turned mauve. No, honestly! Mauve! Then red. then
some sort of a deep blue when the sun hit it.... I'm sixteen years old, and
ever day something happens to me. i don't know what to make of it. When i
get up in the morning and get dressed, I can tell...something's different. I
like to touch my eyelids, because they're never quite the same. oh, oh, oh! I
hug myself till my arms turn blue, then I close my eyes and cry and cry till
the tears come down and I can taste them. I love to taste my tears. I am
special. I am special! Please god, please, don't let me be normal!
Sara (Serendipity):
I've always believed in fate. I've always believed that life is more than a
series of meaningless accidents or coincidences. But rather, a tapestry of
events that culminate into an exquisite plan. I mean, I just spent the entire
flight staring into the sky thinking. Not about my fiance, but about this
mystery guy I met a million and a half hours ago. A guy I don't even
remember except for this vague picture inside my head. It's just a few
seconds, a fragment really, and it's like, in that moment the whole universe
existed just to bring us together. We spent only a few precious hours
together and I never even gave him my last name or my phone number.
Instead, I told him that if we were meant to be together, if fate meant for us
to be together, we'd meet again someday. That's why I'm here. That's why
I'm going to let fate take me anywhere it wants to go, because when all of
this is over, at least I'll never have to think of him ever again. Let's just pray
he's a bald Fascist who picks his nose and wipes it under the car seat.