For this one: You must defend yourself against a huge chewing-out.
WORDLESS MONOLOGUE VII (any gender, mid teens through late life)
[Pick a focal point out in the audience. This will be an imaginary person]
[Big tense smile]
[Big breath in about to say something]
[You get cut off. You close your mouth into a tight smile and nod.]
[Pause, uncomfortable, listening, getting a chewing out.]
[Nod again. Nod several times and open your mouth again, breathing in to say something.]
[You wince as you get cut off again. Close mouth. No smile.]
[Nod steadily as you continue to get chewed out.]
[Pause. The person has asked you a condescending rhetorical question]
[Shrug your shoulders and breath in about to say something.]
[You wince as you get cut off once again. Close mouth. No smile. Eyes squeezed shut.]
[Nod rapidly, eyes squeezed shut, not really listening just in pain at the chew out. You're at the end of your patience]
[Open your eyes. And put a finger up. "One second" your gesture says.]
[Look one way and then the other. Nobody else around.]
[Reach into your back pocket. Bring a fist back out.]
[Open the fist and blow some invisible fairy dust towards the person.]
[The person begins to rise off the ground. You follow with your gaze, calmly.]
[The person steadily goes up, up, up and away.]
[Smile and wave "bye-bye" to the person.]
Copyright 2016 by Matt Haynes.
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