April 5, 2017
An Idea for A Short Play Rough Draft Format
Isabella: The lonely unhappy woman, who has never been loved and has always been the other woman in brief love affairs.
Homeo: Leader of the King’s Army
Marie: Homeo’s Love Interest who is very young only twenty-one years old and selfish
Carmen and Charlie: Homeo’s Parents
The Servant (Modern Day Cleaning Lady) An elderly lady from the nearby village who despise the family of whom she works for having big egos.
Homeo enters the stage smiling
Isabella stares at him wondering who or what makes him feel this way and imagines it is her
Meanwhile, Carmen is being a brat even with all the love and affection Homeo has shown her all day
Isabella: (burst out laughing to herself)
Homeo: What madness has entered your soul most adored one
Isabella: (responds through tears). For my dear Homeo, I shall not bore you with my plea. You see my case is one that is both rare and common, in the sense that what I feel is familiar to all even though it is dealt with differently, which puts it at a rare stance. (Isabella continues). You see Homeo I’m in love with someone who is not in love with me and it is so saddening that it brings tears to my eyes, while the hopelessness of the love affair creates a feeling of selflessness leading to laughter and tears.
Homeo: But Isabella you are beautiful and can be loved, for who shall refuse such a human.
Isabella: You would be surprised to know Homeo. (she goes on talking philosophically to herself though she knows Homeo is listening). And she goes.
Oh! my love for thee is like pearls, it is rare
It feels almost like I’ve been possessed in your presence
Even in your absence the thought of you is as a stimulating force, until reality reminds me of the hopelessness of our love affair.
Causing me to burst out into laughter as if being tickled
It’s almost stimulating,
Where on the other hand it saddening knowing that your love in unreachable, unstable, unsustainable, as your heart belongs to another as mine belongs to thee,
Homeo: (Staring in awe, and daydreaming about his beloved Marie). He thinks to himself of how much it sound like his affection for Marie, who simply had settled for him years before as she herself, with all her beauty had been rejected by the King’s son Salamondo. Though he dares not utter a word of it to Isabella.
Isabella: (Still talking to herself pleasuring herself on her sweet sorrow). Oh! my beloved, if only you would be mine, life is so unfair.
Marie: (enters with her bratty stare feeling as though she is the most important person ever.) Oh! Homeo I am starved, please fetch us food.
Homeo: (Homeo responds) As you wish my love, as you wish. Homeo hails the servant woman, Madam Lizelle, please prepare my beloved intended the best meal, for she is starved.
Marie: (leaves the stage claiming to have a feeling of nausea and requires rest).
Homeo: Oh! Beloved you are excused, go rest Madam Lizelle will tend to you at bed or if you prefer I shall tend to you on a silver platter. He thinks to himself how nice it would be if the feeling of nausea by his very young and beautiful Marie would mean that she is having his child. (He is insecure, since Marie is twenty-two years younger than he is, so he imagines that a child would lock their hearts together forever, and somewhat daydreaming of Marie as Isabella is secretly daydreaming of him).
Homeo: So, Isabella, do you care to share this love interest with me? I promise not to tell anyone your secret. After all we are friends.
Isabella: Oh! Homeo, do you really wish to know? For it may end our friendship if I told you who the person is that I’m in love with. Okay, I shall give you only a description. He is tall and athletically formed, has the most beautiful brown eyes. He is strong and energetic. I melt in his presence and cry in his absence, though the thought of him cause me to burst out laughing or smiling pleasurably at times. He is the most handsome man I have ever known and makes me feel joy I have never known, however, short-lived with respects to the hopelessness of us ever having each other to ourselves.
Homeo: But my dear tell him how you feel. What prevent you from doing so if I may inquire dear lady? After all you are beautiful and wise and caring and kind and of good pure nature. For I cannot think who would be mad enough to reject such beauty and grace. You make one feel such tranquility in your presence.
Isabella: It is easier said than done Homeo, I couldn’t confess who this great man is.
Night falls and Isabella elopes alone, never to be heard of with her belongings and children under her care.