Unsaid

(A small bedroom with mahogany brown walls. A vanity mirror sits to the right of the stage. A caramel-colored wicker chair is near the vanity mirror. Towards the back of the stage two beds sit; one is gold and white and the other green and brown.  The wall near the gold and white bed is covered with congeniality awards. The wall near the green and brown is covered with academic awards. The curtains open up and a soft light illuminates the room. Its around twelve The sisters are standing near the vanity, Soleil is brushing her hair.)

 

Luna: You're using my brush.(Glances at Soleil)

Soleil: So I am (Shrugs)

Luna: Why don't you use yours? 

Soleil: Its Just a brush, what do you care?

Luna: Fine (Barely audible)

Soleil: Why are you that way? You're always that way.

(A bell rings) 

Luna: It's time aging, she needs her medicine. 

Soleil: Its your turn.

Luna: She wants you. (turns quickly away from the mirror)

Soleil But, its your turn 

Luna: She shows it, you know (Sits on her bed) 

Soleil:(Deep sigh) Equally, she loves us equally.

Luna: Don't lie (Draws legs to chest/lies head on knee) 

Soleil: Oh Sunflower (gets up/stands near Luna) 

Luna: (shakes head "no" slowly) 

Soleil: What? (looks in her eyes/caress hair) 

Luna: It doesn't fit me. Pick a name that fits me. 

Soleil (silent) 

Luna: You can't, can you? 

Soleil: (Stutter) Well I...I've just always call you that...

Luna: (Nods head "yes" slowly)

(Bell rings)

(Looks over at Luna/goes out the room)

Soleil: She took it well. (pause) Its been three years.

Luna: (looks up, but stares straight ahead) For me

Soleil: I would have helped.. (Sits on her bed/ Luna turns to face her) 

Luna: I Know

Soleil: Doctor says she has two more. 

Luna: Maybe you'll visit (frown with a shrug)

Soleil: Its your duty ( Cradles her sister face/Luna pulls away) 

Luna: Congeniality won't get you everywhere (Turns away from Soleil) 

Soleil: Neither will academics 

luna (Walks over to the vanity/looks from her wall to Soleil's/ frowns and starts to brush hair) 

Soleil: (Get into her bed/looks from her wall to Luna's/ a one tear falls) 

(The lights slowly fade/curtains draw close)

Author's Note

Try to visualize; much implied and much non-verbal

Reviews

[M.K. Brown]

The play could be better but not horrible

[slfisher89]

Suggestions?

[M.K. Brown]

Maybe make it longer