IN THE BEGINNING
SKY
WIND
MAN
WOMAN
CHORUS (LARGE MAN, DANCER, MUSICIAN)
An empty stage.
A voice:
SKY
In the beginning there was—
Another voice:
WIND
A Sun-light strip, stretching throughout space!
A strip of light appears.
SKY enters.
SKY
Yes. Sure, we can call it that. And it was—
WIND enters.
WIND
Not so dark anymore.
SKY
This went on for sometime and there was peace.
WIND
Well, there wasn’t much of anything else.
SKY
Right. This went on for sometime and there was not much of anything else… And then, after the beginning, there was a—
WIND
Tick, tick, tick. (repeats the ticking through SKY’s line.)
SKY
A sound. Yes. Sure. It repeated, over and over and over, and it was… not so quiet in the not so dark space. This went on for sometime. There was—
WIND
Repetition.
SKY
Repetition. Yes. Sure. Everything stayed the same.
WIND
It was harmonious.
SKY
And then, after the beginning and the part just following the beginning, there was—
A naked MAN enters.
MAN
Hello.
SKY & WIND
Who are you?
MAN
I don’t know. But I feel –
WIND
Chilly?
MAN
Perhaps.
SKY
There was a thing, man. And man was chilly because even though he occupied the light strip he was naked. It was cold being naked—
WIND
And alone.
SKY
Yes that too. It wasn’t comfortable. This went on for sometime. There was light, and a ticking (gestures to WIND to resume ticking), and a cold, nude man. But then, sometime later, the man—
MAN
Act!
WIND
Huh?
MAN
I will act. I will take action!
WIND
What do you mean?
MAN
I’ll do this! (Makes a gesture.)
WIND
I don’t get it…
MAN
It’s a way of saying, “thanks.”
WIND
Thanks?
SKY
Man was thankful that he existed. And that he occupied the light strip with the insufferable ticking.
WIND
As opposed to?
SKY
The vast dark silent nothingness surrounding the light strip with the ticking.
WIND
Yeah it was probably better to be cold and nude in the light.
SKY
And then, all of a sudden, there was—
A naked WOMAN enters.
WOMAN
Hello.
MAN
Hello.
WOMAN
I look kinda like you
MAN
I look kinda like you
MAN & WOMAN
Except, different.
SKY
There was woman. She looked kind of like man but different. Together, they were—
WIND
Not so alone.
SKY
Yes. And they were thankful. So they did the gesture.
WIND
And they repeated it
MAN
Again
WOMAN
And again
SKY
And again
WIND
Repetition.
SKY
It worked for them.
Silence
WIND
Wait. (Pause) Is that it? Then what happened?
MAN
(Still doing the gesture) Yeah, we can’t keep doing this forever.
WOMAN
It gets tiring!
SKY
Okay, Okay! I’m getting to the next part!
MAN & WOMAN
OKAY!
WIND
You could speed it up a bit…
SKY
We need to emphasis for how long this part went on…. (Pause; scowls from MAN, WOMAN, & WIND) Fine. So in the beginning there was a light strip and then a tick tick tick (gestures to WIND) and then a man and then a woman, and then, quite some time after that, things started getting crazy.
WOMAN
It’s about time.
SKY
Learn some patience! More men and women showed up. It was—
WIND
Procreation?
SKY
Yes. Sure. They procreated, I suppose.
MAN
Is that what this is about?
SKY
No! Who is telling this story here, you or me?
WIND
I thought I was the one who was going to tell—
SKY
No! You’re just the wind that makes the ticking sound. And the other sounds. I’m the sky! I see everything that is happening and explain it.
WOMAN
Seems kind of… hierarchical. If you ask me.
MAN
She makes a good point.
SKY
(Frustrated) AFTER THE BEGINNING, and the other stuff, more and more men and women showed up, there had been procreation—
The CHORUS enters.
CHORUS
Hello everyone!
WIND
Hello people! How do you like your light strip and your ticking sound?
CHORUS
It’s better than nothing.
SKY
And all the people started to do the gesture to show thanks. And they were all naked and yes, it was repetitive, but they were together and they were happy.
WOMAN
Are we though?
CHORUS
We’re happy because this is better than nothing.
MAN
But it is kind of… windy.
WIND
Why do I have to be the bad guy here!
SKY
Deal with it, okay. It’s part of what happened, and it was better than nothing.
WOMAN
I got an idea.
CHORUS
What’s that?
WOMAN
Hang on. Just keep doing (she does the gesture).
WOMAN exits.
SKY
Woman went away and the people kept right on at it. They were a very homogeneous group –
MAN
And the wind still made them cold.
CHORUS
Very cold!
WIND
Why don’t you just get off my back, okay…
WOMAN returns, clothed.
WOMAN
Everyone look.
SKY
The woman returned, and she was…
WIND
The same?
SKY
She was the same… but different.
MAN
What is that?
WOMAN
I don’t know, but I’m not as cold as before.
SKY
The woman had on clothing. The people did not know what to make of her transformation.
CHORUS
You’re…different! This is somehow offensive—
MAN
To our sensibilities. Shame!
CHORUS
Shame on differences.
WIND
I’ll bet she doesn’t mind me so much anymore.
WOMAN
You know, you’re not so bad now.
WOMAN does a new gesture.
SKY
People tried to carry on as before but things were—
WIND
Different?
SKY
Different, yes. Then everything got weird.
LARGE MAN steps out of the
CHORUS, goes off, comes back clothed in
the same uniform as WOMAN.
LARGE MAN
Hey. Hey guys! HEY EVERYONE! Listen up. Maybe she’s right. This clothing thing isn’t so bad. It makes our light strip more—
He distributes uniforms for the
others. MAN doesn’t put one on, he just
keeps doing his gesture.
WIND
Comfortable?
LARGE
Yes, what Wind said! I like it more. I think we should all do this.
DANCER
Hey everyone, I got an idea!
DANCER goes off. Comes back with
a different style of clothes.
EVERYONE ELSE
(Gasping) What is wrong with your clothes!?
DANCER
What do you mean?
CHORUS
They’re… not like our clothes.
DANCER
Yes, but if I put on these clothes then I can do this! (Does a new gesture.)
EVERYONE ELSE
(Gasps)
WOMAN
Check this out. (Does a new gesture.)
SKY
These gestures were different from the one man had started—
WIND
You mean the only one they had ever known…
SKY
Yes. Sure.
MUSICIAN
Hold on just a sec.
CHORUS
What?
MUSICIAN
I got another idea.
MUSICIAN goes off.
MAN
I don’t like the sound of this…
WIND
The man was a purist.
SKY
He remained steadfast. Even when the others started putting on clothes and doing new gestures he did not. In his view, the light strip and the ticking were just fine the way they were.
MUSICIAN returns with an
instrument.
MUSICIAN
So about my idea.
MAN
Count me out.
MUSICIAN
I can make that awful ticking noise go away if I do this. (Plays)
EVERYONE ELSE
(Gasps) Remarkable! Amazing! Unbelievable!
SKY
That’s when things went haywire. Individualism became—
WIND
Anarchy.
LARGE MAN
I can do this!
DANCER
And I can do this!
MUSICIAN
And I can do this!
An explosion of movement and
sound. (MAN keeps right on doing his
original gesture.)
WIND
(Over the noise)
Wild movement
Sequence patterns
Devised to flatter
And the sounds
Scape the surrounds
WIND (CONT.)
Filling the space
And the light strip
Shifted and flipped
A burst here
Sonic boom there
Crashing waves flow
Through and drip drip drip
Men got dirty
Nasty unique
And women decided
To strip and to tease
Nudity was not
What it had used to be
No longer accepted
Now unnatural
And throughout this insanity
The man just stood there
With his single gesture
And bottom ass bare!
MAN stops; pulls WOMAN aside.
MAN
Look at what you started.
WOMAN
Me?
MAN
Yeah. Ever since you went and put clothes on nothing is the same.
WOMAN
But look how happy everyone is!
MAN
Are they though?
WOMAN
What do you mean?
MAN
Look at them.
SKY
Man saw humanity and they were fighting and it wasn’t dark anymore, or peaceful, or repetitive. It was complicated. And this went on for sometime.
The movement and sounds, that had
turned into warfare and chaos and violence,
peter out.
CHORUS exits one after another
during the speech below, followed by
WOMAN and finally MAN.
SKY (CONT.)
But eventually things began to fade away. The music and the dancing and the people with their thoughts and ideas, imposing their wills, they all began to fade away. The light strip came back but it was… different. It was changed. The ticking too came back but it was…calm and repetitive.
MAN
Just the way I like it.
SKY
Just the way he liked it. And then woman took off her clothes, and rejoined man, and they looked up to the sky and they repeated the gesture as he had done all along. They were thankful. And the world forgave them and slowly, over time, they too faded away. And over time, the ticking too stopped. And over time, the light strip too rejoined…the darkness. And existence—just at it had once begun—ended. And it had been good, and so too had man and his habits been good, and woman and hers, and the people and theirs, and even the Wind had not been so bad, I guess.
WIND
HEY!
SKY
And the sky? The sky was happy. The sky got to see it all.
Blackout.