(CINDERELLA is in her broom closet, stage right, complaining about this same old story)
CINDERELLA:
Okay now I just have to wait for the “Fairy Godmother” and then I can cry and weep in her lap and...a yah, yah, yah.....bippity boppety boop, abracadabra, bring in the pumpkin, mice and sparkles. WHATEVER.
(NARRATOR’s voice is heard)
NARRATOR:
But Cinderella, aren’t you happy?
CINDERELLA:
No, I’m not happy! What kind of question is that?! You sir, SHOULD KNOW BETTER! I’ve been complaining to you about this damn story for centuries now!
NARRATOR:
(sigh) I’m sorry Cinderella if this story is not to your liking, but I’ve tried to change it as much as I can-
CINDERELLA:
Yes, yes, yes I know. From the time I was an Asian princess in the Qing dynasty, to a blonde bimbo in...God knows what century, to a Black Brandy in the 1990’s. I know!
NARRATOR:
So, what’s your problem?
(CINDERELLA, walks out of the closet)
CINDERELLA:
The problem MAN, is that I hate this story! I HATE THIS FUCKING STORY! Get it?
NARRATOR:
Well, I don’t know what you want me to do about that.
CINDERELLA:
Here’s what you can do!
(Throws down her apron and bonnet Marches over to her writing desk stage left)
Write me an entirely new story! No mice, no evil step-siblings, or parents for that matter! No sparkles and pumpkins or even music! As for the guy, he can be a prince...or just rich. I don’t care! But no...And I mean no stupid glass slippers! You got it ‘almighty’ (sarcasm).
(Slams paper on the desk, after she finishes writing her ground rules.)
NARRATOR:
Well I’ve never-
CINDERELLA:
Yeah, yeah, yeah, take your feelings and express them to someone who actually cares.
(FAIRY GODMOTHER comes in from the backdoor, upstage left)
FAIRY GODMOTHER:
Cinderella, I’m waiting for my cue line dear! Remember, tears and fears make sparkles!
CINDERELLA:
Sorry, Granny. This story is making a change in scenery and you’re not in it!
END OF SCENE