new scene

So Para Tener Las Alas is now called Traffic. And here's a new scene from it.

Scene: “While you were dreaming…”
Lorelei, Alyssa, and Blanche are in a dimly lit coffee house. Alyssa is on the violin and Blanche is on the bass. (The music does not need to performed live nor do the instruments need to be specific. Alyssa and Blanche should be playing something appropriate to the background of the spoken word)

LORELEI
(speaking, not singing)
Dreams.
So vivid my eyes burned with the yearning desire to taste the melodies dancing across my
mind
All the while the vultures flying over me like demons waiting for some glimpse of me
Of me bending backwards in this tortured life of who I am, who was I supposed to be
Of my delusions creeping me into the spectrum of what it is, what was.

Dreams.
So clear my eyes burned with the cadence slithering its way into my memory
Of all the lost souls still chanting out their killers names in forgotten alleys and pathways
Of all the wondering angels searching for shelter, to get away from their husbands and
their fathers
The very men who beat them into the slavery of oppression, of intolerance, and inequality

Dreams.
So close my fingers burned with the desire to fuel their desolate chambers,
The same broken cages where their hearts used to beat so hard against the sheets
Those same sheets of forgotten and lost regret seeping into their very skin, their very
Pores
With their hands holding on so tight to the rail blood broke free and painted our scars.

Dreams.
So close my heart burned with the delusion of safety, that here we can be free
When the wolves pace around us like prey and the politicians, with their hands tied
And briefcases full of cash and “special interest” problems of all those lost girls
Running through the Sin City searching for peace, for that sacred nirvana
For heaven, for rai, for Jannah, for a world where sin can’t come in
Not through the front door and into our bedrooms, not through the closet and into our
beds, not through the rhetoric and into our minds—

Dreams.


Alyssa and Blanche stop playing and exit the stage.


LORELEI
And what we wouldn’t give to be free.

Blackout.