A Thorn
Drama
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21 Lead-in Skits
Cast Of Characters
Jessica: a sick singer who wants to make a career singing
Rachel: a minister and Jessica's best friend
(Jessica and Rachel are in the living room sipping on canned sodas)
Rachel: So, how are you doing today?
Jessica: (Crabby) Well, at least you didn't ask, how are we doing today. How should I be doing? I'm a singer that can't sing.
Rachel: Bad day, huh? What does the doctor say?
Jessica: That I should be thankful my speaking voice was unaffected by the damage.
Rachel: Throat cancer can be a very devastating disease. Does he think he got all of it?
Jessica: Yes, for now anyway. I'll have to watch it and go back for check-ups.
Rachel: Maybe you just need to give it some more time to heal.
Jessica: It's healed all that it's going to heal. The voice I have now is what I'm stuck with. How am I supposed to make my living? I mean, my career was just starting to take off. Do you know I signed autographs after my last performance? And now, this! I can't even hit the high notes.
Rachel: So sing low notes. Use the lower register of your voice.
Jessica: Rachel, it's not that simple. My agent has marketed me based on certain skills, like thrilling high notes and vocal dexterity. I don't have those anymore. In fact, my agent called me yesterday. I guess he's not my agent anymore.
Rachel: Oh, Jessica, I'm sorry. That's why you're so upset today, isn't it?
Rachel: Yeah, I guess I'm going job hunting. Starting a new career. So, how's your career going?
Rachel: Wonderful! I love being a minister, and my congregation is so thoughtful. They really made me feel at home.
Jessica: I always figured you'd go back to your home church.
Rachel: I thought about it. I even went back and interviewed for a position there.
Jessica: And?
Rachel: Everyone still called me Rach, and teased me about every little sin I ever committed as a child.
Jessica: Funny! That's not how I remember things. In fact, I was the troublemaker, not you.
Rachel: Well, it became clear to me they were not going to listen to what I preached, if all they were thinking about was some silly incident from my childhood.
Jessica: No respect, huh?
Rachel: I decided if they couldn't honor what I had made of my life, what I had become, I would go elsewhere.
Jessica: Well, at least you know what you're going to do with your life. I don't have a clue.
Rachel: Have you thought about asking God what he wants you to do?
Jessica: Me, ask God? Rachel, I didn't even go to church services except on holidays.
Rachel: You were in the youth group.
Jessica: Yeah, so I could sing and stuff -- that was it. You don't think I listened to the lesson, do you? I was daydreaming about being a star.
Rachel: You were great at singing those praise songs. Do you sing those anymore?
Jessica: No, I haven't sung a religious song since high school.
Rachel: So, why don't you try one of those now? I know they aren't as difficult as what you're used to singing, but I bet you could still sing those.
Jessica: Rachel, I love to sing. I love to hear my voice soar. And now, God has taken that away from me. So, singing songs of praise to him doesn't strike me as a good idea right now.
Rachel: So, sing songs of anguish to him if you want. Just so you communicate with him, talk to him. This is the perfect time to start your relationship with God. Ask him what he wants you to do in life, since he's taken your career away.
Jessica: We'll see.
Rachel: I brought a CD of praise songs for you.
Jessica: What did you do that for?
Rachel: It seemed like a good idea this morning when I was praying to God about you. (Sets the CD on the table)
Jessica: I won't listen to it, so you might as well take it back.
Rachel: Well, I've got to be going. If you want to talk to me about anything again, just give me a call. (Leaves without the CD)
Jessica: Yeah, well, thanks for coming. Bye! (Watches Rachel leave and stares at the recording) Oh, Rachel, you never could just leave me to mope in my misery. (Picks up the disc or tape and pops it into a player. One possible song is "This Thorn" by Twyla Paris, or another song of the director's choosing)
(Blackout)
Jessica: a sick singer who wants to make a career singing
Rachel: a minister and Jessica's best friend
(Jessica and Rachel are in the living room sipping on canned sodas)
Rachel: So, how are you doing today?
Jessica: (Crabby) Well, at least you didn't ask, how are we doing today. How should I be doing? I'm a singer that can't sing.
Rachel: Bad day, huh? What does the doctor say?
Jessica: That I should be thankful my speaking voice was unaffected by the damage.
Rachel: Throat cancer can be a very devastating disease. Does he think he got all of it?
Jessica: Yes, for now anyway. I'll have to watch it and go back for check-ups.
Rachel: Maybe you just need to give it some more time to heal.
Jessica: It's healed all that it's going to heal. The voice I have now is what I'm stuck with. How am I supposed to make my living? I mean, my career was just starting to take off. Do you know I signed autographs after my last performance? And now, this! I can't even hit the high notes.
Rachel: So sing low notes. Use the lower register of your voice.
Jessica: Rachel, it's not that simple. My agent has marketed me based on certain skills, like thrilling high notes and vocal dexterity. I don't have those anymore. In fact, my agent called me yesterday. I guess he's not my agent anymore.
Rachel: Oh, Jessica, I'm sorry. That's why you're so upset today, isn't it?
Rachel: Yeah, I guess I'm going job hunting. Starting a new career. So, how's your career going?
Rachel: Wonderful! I love being a minister, and my congregation is so thoughtful. They really made me feel at home.
Jessica: I always figured you'd go back to your home church.
Rachel: I thought about it. I even went back and interviewed for a position there.
Jessica: And?
Rachel: Everyone still called me Rach, and teased me about every little sin I ever committed as a child.
Jessica: Funny! That's not how I remember things. In fact, I was the troublemaker, not you.
Rachel: Well, it became clear to me they were not going to listen to what I preached, if all they were thinking about was some silly incident from my childhood.
Jessica: No respect, huh?
Rachel: I decided if they couldn't honor what I had made of my life, what I had become, I would go elsewhere.
Jessica: Well, at least you know what you're going to do with your life. I don't have a clue.
Rachel: Have you thought about asking God what he wants you to do?
Jessica: Me, ask God? Rachel, I didn't even go to church services except on holidays.
Rachel: You were in the youth group.
Jessica: Yeah, so I could sing and stuff -- that was it. You don't think I listened to the lesson, do you? I was daydreaming about being a star.
Rachel: You were great at singing those praise songs. Do you sing those anymore?
Jessica: No, I haven't sung a religious song since high school.
Rachel: So, why don't you try one of those now? I know they aren't as difficult as what you're used to singing, but I bet you could still sing those.
Jessica: Rachel, I love to sing. I love to hear my voice soar. And now, God has taken that away from me. So, singing songs of praise to him doesn't strike me as a good idea right now.
Rachel: So, sing songs of anguish to him if you want. Just so you communicate with him, talk to him. This is the perfect time to start your relationship with God. Ask him what he wants you to do in life, since he's taken your career away.
Jessica: We'll see.
Rachel: I brought a CD of praise songs for you.
Jessica: What did you do that for?
Rachel: It seemed like a good idea this morning when I was praying to God about you. (Sets the CD on the table)
Jessica: I won't listen to it, so you might as well take it back.
Rachel: Well, I've got to be going. If you want to talk to me about anything again, just give me a call. (Leaves without the CD)
Jessica: Yeah, well, thanks for coming. Bye! (Watches Rachel leave and stares at the recording) Oh, Rachel, you never could just leave me to mope in my misery. (Picks up the disc or tape and pops it into a player. One possible song is "This Thorn" by Twyla Paris, or another song of the director's choosing)
(Blackout)
