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Such Lovely Colors

Written for a black-box style studio theater, no setting, leave the stage empty and black; with diminished lighting, very simple. Elodie is alone on stage at all times, and has no accompaniment by music or anything. She starts at the back of the stage ,and moves forward as the monologue progresses.
ELODIE: My name.. my name. It’s odd- (stands looking at the audience, she is barefoot, wearing a white tank dress, hair down and unornamented. Seems a bit odd, slightly off, and dazed.) “A-load-ee” It’s French you know. My mother loved France… I’ve never been- it seems awful far-off .. I mean, when you think of Europe.. It seems millions of hours away- so old, so terribly old. I don’t feel that I’d like to go to Europe. You know the whole continent is named for a woman that fell from a chariot going across the sky, and she died, right? That’s from Greek mythology. Poor Europa… But Greece must be nice. At least I think it is. It’s not in Europe.. well not exactly. I like to think it isn’t… But Their art is so pretty.. I like art- the paintings are so pretty and exact.. so calm. I like calm things. Javan doesn’t like Greece. It’s really funny when you know what his name means- “J-ah-van” It’s the name of the angel of Greece in latin. But he –he.. Jay- jay, jay-jay… come home again- Little Lo is waiting…. ( sing-song voice) Little Lo, Little Lo- had a boy she wished to love…. (Spins, but then falls and starts laughing) My mother- my mother, she liked to tell me that love was like art- Each experience is like a stroke on a canvas- the good and the bad are the lights and darks- And the couple is the subject. I wouldn’t want to see my love- painting… (grips the side of her head tightly, covering her ears, and in a sing song voice again, but faster and more agitated) Little lo, Little Lo, had a Boy she wished to love… Little Lo, Little Lo, had a boy she wished to Love… LITTLE LO- (she stops, moves her hands off her ears and smiles) Jay-jay isn’t like a greek artist… he messes up, and I end up funny colors- it hurts, it hurts.. IT HURTS. But I turn such a lovely color… ( she stands and steps forward, closer to the audience, they can see large black and blue and purple bruises all over her arms) I am his canvas, and he paints with his fists…. My love-painting is blue and purple, lovely, lovely blue and purple… (she wanders off-stage, lightly singing again) “Little Lo, Little Lo, had a boy she wished to love- he worked all day, and worked all night- and Little Lo looked quite a fright- All black and blue in the light…”

It was written to be somewhere around 4-5 minutes long, for a short monologue competition, you know?

I was worried Elodie wouldn't come across as odd as I wanted her to in such a short piece, but I'm glad to see it worked.

Yay! Performed it yesterday during the short monologue show- timed out at exactly 3 min and 45 sec; it was well received! (2nd place!)