The Life of a Bush
Narrator: There once was a bush.
*bush walks out on stage*
Bush: *singing* I am a bush!
Narrator: But the bush wasn't happy. He didn't want to be a bush.
*Bush looks at audience with a sad, sorrowful, yet determined gaze*
Bush: *singing* Bushes don't dance, Bushes don't sing, Bushes don't do anything!
Bush: Bushes don't do anything!
Narrator: And so the Bush left his home to be something else. So that he could finally belong.
*Bush leaves and the next set is set up*
*Bush walks into new scene*
Narrator: The Bush saw a rock and approached it.
*Bush sees rock and walks towards it*
Bush: Hello, Mr Rock!
*Rock stays silent*
Bush: What's it like to be a rock?
*Rock blinks but remains silent*
Bush: *singing* I am not a Bush! Bushes are silent, Bushes are still! I am not a Bush!
Bush: I am not a rock! Rocks are silent, Rocks are still! I am not a Rock!
*Bush looks at Rock in fear*
Narrator: And then the Bush left as fast as he could. He didn't want to be a rock.
*Bush runs off stage*
*Forest scene is set up*
*Bush runs onto the new set. Panting, out of breath*
Narrator: After running for a while, the Bush came to a small forest and he saw a bunch of trees.
*Trees open eyes and stare at the Bush*
*Bush walks up to the trees and speaks*
Bush: Hello, Mr Tree!
*Tree speaks in a deep, rough voice*
Tree: Hello, Bush. To what do I owe the pleasure?
*Bush looks excited*
Bush: What's it like to be a Tree?
*Tree breathes deeply and then sings in a deep, strong voice*
Tree: *singing* Being a Tree is great! We are proud, we are strong!
Background 'Chorus' Trees: *singing* We are proud! We are strong!
Main Tree: *singing* We are tall and Loud!
Chorus Trees: *singing* Tall and LOUD!
Narrator: Upon hearing the trees. The Bush was ecstatic
Bush: I want to be a Tree!
*Main Tree laughs*
Tree: You can't be a tree! You are too short!
Chorus Trees: *singing* Too short! Too short!
Narrator: The Bushes spirits were crushed and not knowing what to do, he left to go back to his home.
*Bush drops low and his leaves drag on the floor as he exits the stage*
*Arrives in original Bush Home scene*
*Old Bush looks at Bush with wry amusement and disappointment*
Old Bush: Well, how was your little 'adventure'?
*Bush looks at audience with a sad, gloomy, defeated expression*
*Bush begins to sing mournfully*
Bush: *singing* Bushes are silent, Bushes are still, I am a bush…
*Takes a shuddering breath*
Bush: Bushes don't dance, Bushes don't sing, They don't do anything…
Bush: I am a Bush…
*Bush withers and dies on stage from sadness*
*Little Bush walks on stage*
Little Bush: I will not make the same mistake as that Bush!
*Gestures to dead Bush*
Narrator: And so the Little Bush decided that he would accept his role and be a Bush. And be a Bush he shall.
*All bushes -except Little Bush - drops and closes eyes. Being silent and still*
*Little Bush looks towards audience, the drops and closes eyes. Silent, Still*
*Curtain Closes: The End!*
This was a play written A LONG TIME AGO and as such I do not share the same morals as I did those years ago. That being said, when I found this after rooting through old papers, I was so happy. This play right here, this is my Magnum Opus and I. Love. It.