I have a thing for powerful beginnings and endings, and just started writing one.
Here you go:
(All this writing is ridiculously new for me).
The Wheel of Jack
Group: Ticks (Sporadically, like the counting game) as Audience enters. Group is sitting in a circle with their backs to each other. One has its armed raised in front of them. When the Audience is ready, the ticking stops. There is a communal breath, and then the One with its arm raised drops it as if to spin a while. Ticks start to travel clockwise around the group. Faster and Faster. Then slows down, and comes to a stop gradually. The member of the group who ends it says: Jack.
Beat. Group breathes in again, then the group rises. The three take a step into the circle. The One who began the wheel exits with the group following in sync and in tow.
1. Luck.
2. Chance.
3. Destiny
2. I’m not lucky. I don’t ever win anything. I have a dead end job, no one loves me. I work so hard. I never get ahead. I don’t have luck. But I work hard.
1. I got this magic rabbit’s foot from my papa. He killed the buggah himself.
2. Did I miss my chance?
3. I saw his heart through his eyes when I first saw him. He saw mine through mine, too. My heart was completely uncovered, which is strange for a person like me.
2. Luck doesn’t exist.
3. It really was one of those perfect moments when everything lines up. It was the perfect moment to fall in love.
1. My foot brings me so much luck and women. Oh, I get so lucky if you know what I mean.
3. It was destiny, really. I dropped my book, and BAM. There he was.
2. You don’t deserve that! You both didn’t even try.
1. Excuse me?
2. I’ve worked so hard for everything, and nothing falls in to my lap. You blame it on a foot, and you on destiny. Things like that never happen to regular people
3. But that’s what made us so special, we were never really that different.
1. You’re a bitter bugger, aren’t you?
2. You don’t deserve anything!
3. We talked for a good long time that night. His eyes were a deep blue, that sparkled like diamonds. It was mesmerizing.
1. Why are you judging me so hardcore man? I am what I am.
2. C’mon, really? I’m a better person than you. I work hard!
1. So what? That doesn’t make a difference. You just have to be born lucky, like me! And you’re lucky if you have a little faith.
3. He and I walked home that night, and we both knew then that we were going to be together forever.
2. Faith? FAITH? My life sucks because I don’t have faith?
1. You have to believe in something once and a while.
3. We did get married. We loved each other more than anyone could have loved each other. It was ridiculous in retrospect, but hey? Destiny…
2. What do you believe?
1. In horoscopes and this lucky charm.
2. The fucking stars and an amputated foot?
3. I guess he was meant to die.
1. Duh.
2. Die?
3. He died. And then it all went away.
2. I’m sorry to hear that.
3. It wasn’t meant to be. Wasn’t meant to be. Wasn’t meant to be.
1. Hey, it’s just unlucky, friend.
3. I’m just unlucky?
1. Isn’t that the truth of it?
3. It’s not that simple.
2. You can’t just shrug death off as being unlucky.
3. He died. That’s all there is. The way things go. It’s nobody’s fault.
1. Whatever lady. Look at it like that.
2. Shut up!
3. Its all I can believe.
2. You need to believe in something?
1. Then why not Luck?
2. Or that one Chance?
3. Or Destiny?
1. You know, maybe I’ll put it all in perspective for yah.
One becomes Scotty’s storyteller. Tells his story. At the end of his story the Two and Three return to the stage, stand in the triad.
2. So that was it?
3. Destiny.
1. You didn’t like the perspectives?
3. You throw us a curveball. He was everywhere.
2. Perspectives aren’t everything.
1. Just a rabbit’s foot and horoscopes. I’m a Pisces.
3. He was a lionhearted man.
2. What am I to you?
1. You’re just unlucky.
2. But I don’t believe in luck.
3. Its all in perspective. Maybe your luck is somewhere else, and you’re just waiting for her.
1. You put too much into love, lady.
3,. I’m just an unlucky, Lady Luck then?
2. Ye of too much faith.
1. It’s all perspective.
The tik-ing begins again. The group returns in three lines and converges behind each number. Then a resounding dinging begins (like winning the lottery), and they all return to the wheel, spin it again. And it lands on: Perspective. Everyone exits.
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