This is another play based on the Tomato Soup painting by Andy Warhol. About the world and it's similarities. About individuality again. Please read and review. I think it's another good play. Not as good as Pies, Pies, Pies, but still pretty good.
Tomato Soup: Being a play in One Act(s)
[characters: Tomato Soups 1-6
Pea Soup]
[setting: the stage is currently black shrouded in shadows. There are di8m lights in the ceiling that slightly illuminate a large painting in U.S.C. The painting with a large crimson, velvet curtain with gold curtain cords and tassels. The lights above look like spotlights, like this is a great unveiling at an art gallery instead of a mediocre play. There are also visible hat trees at D.S.L and D.S.R]
[Scene 1: Enter Tomato Soups 1 and 2 (1 man and 1 woman respectively) from opposite D.S. entrances. Both are wearing white or khaki dress pants, a black collared shirt and white sports coat or jacket. The take off their coats leaving them on the had racks and both are wearing white name tags with state, "My Name is Soup."
Both soups pull back the curtains revealing the tomato soups painting by Andy Warhol. The whole stage lightens and we see a table with refreshments at C.S.L and a semi-circle of 7 chairs D.S.C. along with end table near D.S.R. hat tree/entrance.]
Tomato 1: (knock at the D.S.R door and crosses to it) Hello. Welcome. (opens door and admits 4 other men and women in order of Tomato 3 through Tomato 6 and hanging up their coats) Nice to meet you. And please, don't forget to sign in. (points to end table)
[All new tomato soup members sign in, in order of appearance on stage. Tomato 3 is dressed exactly like our host and hostess. Tomato 4 is wearing a black shirt with designer label (Gap, Abercrombie and Fitch, etc.) Tomato 5 is dressed like host and hostess and Tomato 6 is wearing a red polo shirt instead of black.]
Tomato 1: (After the other tomato soups have signed in and sat down) Welcome everyone. As all of you know, my name is Tomato soup and—(pointing to Tomato 2 sitting next to him)
Tomato 2: (Interrupting) –And my name is also Tomato Soup. I am co-founder of this organization (to Tomato 1) AND I can speak for myself thank you very much. Why don't we introduce ourselves? My name is Tomato Soup (sits down)
Tomato 3: (standing. Lighting moves to illuminate this single person on the dark stage). Hello everyone. My name is Tomato Soup.
Everyone: Hiya soup! (Tomato 3 sits down)
Tomato 4: (standing and lighting moves to him) Hello everyone. My name is also Tomato Soup
Everyone: Hiya Soup! {Tomato 4 sits down)
Tomato 5: (standing as light moves to him) Hello everyone. My name is Tomato Soup
Everyone: Hiya Soup! (Tomato 5 sits down)
Tomato 6: (stands as light moves to him) Hello everyone. My name is also Tomato Soup
Everyone: Hiya Soup! (Tomato 6 sits down and entire stage becomes light)
Tomato 1: (standing) Well, now that everyone knows each other, why don't we—(knock at door) one moment please.
[Tomato 1 crosses to D.S.R. and opens door bidding enter to a nervous looking man with khaki pants, black polo shirt, white sports coat, green gloves and a green neck tie. His hair is rumpled as if he just got out of the rain and all other members are craning their necks to see our visitor. His name is Pea Soup]
Tomato 1: (surprised) It seems we have a new member of our group. Please sign in and come join us.
[As our guest signs in and gets a name tag which also says, "My Name is Soup", Tomato 1 sets up another chair at C.S between Tomato 1 and Tomato 2]
Tomato 2: (after Pea Soup comes and sits down between them) Hello sir. We're glad you came to the meeting. Would you care to introduce yourself?
Pea Soup: (standing as stage dims and light moves to him as it has done in previous introductions. Clears throat authoritatively.) Hello everyone. It's nice to meet all of you. My name is Pea Soup.
Everyone: (gasp and mumbling) That can't be true. Can it? He can't be Pea Soup.
Tomato 1: Oh that can't be true. (worried but faking it) I'm sure our new friend is just joking.
Tomato 2: (talking to Pea Soup as if he is a toddler who doesn't understand) Dear, you misunderstand. We're all Tomato Soup and so are you. That's why we're here.
Pea Soup: No I'm not (getting defensive) My name is Pea Soup!
Tomato 4: (condescending tone) look at your label moron! It even says your name is Tomato Soup! (pointing at herself) Moi, a tomato soup but I am an individual because I have a promotional label making me different and special.
Tomato 2: None of us is an individual. We are all just tomato soups. But if you're looking for differences, I'm better than the rest of you because I have half a percent more real tomato concentrate
Pea Soup: But I really am—
Tomato 6: (interruption) that's nothing. I'm so much better than the rest of you because I come in a glass jar. (Frantically making them notice his shirt) See! Look at my rich tomato texture. Look at the consistency!
Tomato 1: But you see, in the end, we are all still tomato soup. I may have .003 Mgs more sodium than the rest of you but I am still tomato soup.
Tomato 5: Well my can has botulism so I win (raspberry)
Pea Soup: (irritated) But what I'm trying to say is--\
Tomato 3: Well I've got a thumb inside me left over from the manufacturer which means I am the chosen one.
Tomato 1: (shouting over others) But you see, we all have the same label. We are all Tomato Soup!
Pea Soup: But I'm not! I was mislabeled in processing. I am actually the chosen one because I am Pea Soup!
Everyone: (whispers) He must be joking. He can't be serious. He must be lying. We are all tomato soup.
Pea Soup: (commanding tone as that of God. Stage dims, lights flash, thunder etc.) Fools! How dare you challenge my word! Did I not make it clear that I was the chosen one? (shouting) I am Pea Soup and I am God. I am and I always will be.
Tomato 6: You lie, Tomato Soup!
Tomato 1: (monotone) You lie
Tomato 4: We are all Tomato Soup
Everyone: (closing in on him) You lie. You must pay. You must be taught a lesson
Tomato 2: (evil smirk) We will prove it to you, child. You will see that you are one of us. You will see that you are Tomato Soup.
Tomato 3: (pulling out manual can opener from shirt picket and noticing fear in Pea Soup's eyes) Don't worry, luv. It won't hurt a bit. (Lifting back hair to reveal scar across forehead and another across neck) It never does.
Pea Soup: No! (frightened) Please don't! I'm not lying. I am Pea Soup! (light and voice falters and he seems small, not so much like the God he was, but now a frightened child.)
Everyone: (eerily soft innocent voice) Don't worry luv. It won't hurt. It won't hurt at all.
[All tomato soups attack Pea Soup, pinning him to the ground, tearing off his shirt and ripping off his gloves and tie. Under his gloves he wears another pair of red gloves and inside his black polo is a red tee shirt. Pea Soup is dead.]
Everyone: (gathering around Pea Soup) He is dead (gasp and pointing at the red shirt symbolic of blood)
Tomato 1: (relieved but saddened) He lied. He bleeds just like the rest of us.
[stage dims except for a small square of light that rests on Pea Soup creating a small halo just before the curtains close.]
The End