Email this sample to a friend

Is life a Catwalk?

By Mayassa AL-Tajir.

Copywrite belongs to Mayassa AL-Tajir 2008. All rights reserved. No part of this play may be reproduced, stored in or introduced into a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise, without prior written permission of Mayassa AL-Tajir.

Published by Smashwwords 2012.


Persons of the play:

Tatiana: Lebanese young woman

Helena: Friend of Tatiana, Greek young woman

Miray: Greek young woman

Billy: Brother of Miray

Marcus: American, friend.

Faisal: Syrian, Friend.

Victor: Tatiana's love interest.

Act One

Scene One: Year 2006, in a Venetian style Ballroom clothed with black curtains, imbued with neo classical statues.

Tatiana (walks slowly, gazes above while entering a room): This place is like walking into the light! Black curtains, how fitting, I knew this civetta black gold mask would be perfect. It matches man's incomprehensible disposition, his love of the grand and ornate. Yes, I do feel rather egotistically feline tonight. I am in my medium. A time to pause, and watch the buzzing struggles in the room, where everybody's perfume smells sweet with incompleteness.

So Tatiana take a deep breath, the vaulted ceiling has hidden all the stars, a pity that Heaven cannot gaze on tonight’s delight. This is designed to transform us back into a moment that Time cannot explain, how I love parties! You see people have so much to hide; here is the scene for imagination and fantasy, where one must break their own paranoia down. Oh yeah, what an internal struggle to prove oneself, and to hell with it, for at the end of the day you’re the only one that cares, and your heart beats like a drum, yearning to hit the right eyes.

Previous Page Next Page Page 1 of 20