Script #1

New York Day Women

• Characters:

Daughter: (Sarah) from 15 to 25 years old

Mother: (Yichen) from 40 to 55 years old

• Scene:

Pre-scene:

Setting: Daughter is braiding her mother’s hair, and the mother is weaving the scarf; while they are chatting about the past things ~> flashback

Costume:

• Daughter: Haitian traditional dress
• Mother: Haitian traditional dress, glasses

Prop: weaving tools & scarf, mirror, comb, chairs

Light: very soft spotlight at the center of the stage

Stage music: some kind of soft music to show the daughter lose into memories

Script:

• Mother:

(Sitting on the chair, facing to the side, weaving the scarf)

Darling, do you still remember the first time when I braided your hair for you?

• Daughter:

(Sitting behind the mother, braiding the hair for the mother)

Em? When?

• Mother:

Oh, when you just learned how to walk, I braided your hair for you, and you were very happy and enjoyable. You are just a little girl who loves the pretty outfits, wearing the pretty dress and combing hair, to make yourself look best.

• Daughter:

Em…  Time goes really fast.

• Mother:

Remember those times we were not very closed. You shouted at me, complaining that I was distant. I did not have the chance to stay with you…

(Voice goes lower)

(Lights goes dark, the pre-scene ended)

Scene 1:

Setting: It was the first parent-teacher conference in her middle school. Daughter is sittting alone in the corner. The teacher asked her about her parents, but her mother does not come. —>Later, she sees a familiar figure (which actually is her mother), and she follows.

Costume:

• Daughter: academic dress (shirt)
• Mother: working dress (shirt)

Light: light for the whole stage

Stage music: some kind of noisy music to show the street, such as car whistle.

It was the first parent-teacher conference in her middle school. Everyone else was sitting with their parents, talking about those interesting things happened at school. But the daughter was sitting alone in the corner. She buried her head in her arms; tried to avoid any eye contact with the others. But the teacher still noticed her, called out her name, asked her, where was her parent in front of the whole class. She can't help but rushed out of the classroom with tears rolling in her eyes. But suddenly, she saw a familiar figure hastily turned to leave. She followed that familiar figure silently. As soon as she rounded the corner, she saw that figure crouching in the street with her trembling shoulders. It was the first time she saw her mother crying.