SCENE ONE:


   (Enter WITCHES.)When shall we three meet again? In thunder, lighting, or in rain?

SECOND WITCH:
When the hurly-burly’s done, when the battle’s lost and won.

THIRD WITCH:
That will be ere the set of sun.

FIRST WITCH: T
he set of sun, with colors orange…

(SECOND and THIRD WITCHES turn slowly to glare at FIRST WITCH.)

SECOND WITCH:
(To the THIRD WITCH.) How does she expect me to rhyme something with orange?

THIRD WITCH:
Door-hinge kind of rhymes with orange…

SECOND WITCH:
No it doesn’t!

FIRST WITCH:
(Offering.) There’s a mountain in Wales called Blorenge…

THIRD WITCH:
What does Blorenge have to do with anything?

SECOND WITCH:
Come on ladies, I’m done being dramatic for the day.
(WITCHES stomp offstage. Curtain.)
 
   SCENE TWO:  
 

Jaden’s Ghost Story

10/30/18

The year I turn eighteen,
our atmosphere will release
the last particle of helium
Into space.

I was born in the
2nd
Year of the
2nd
Millenium,
On the 20th

and the 2nd atomic element
will leave our planet in 2020,
2 years from now.

If the universe is made up of math,
all algebra
glimmering with geometry,
tinted in trig
and cradled in calculus,
Then tell me,

Is 18 an equation where if
1 is singularity
and 8 is upright infinity,
then 18= adulthood?

But of course no mathematician will answer me
till I solve for that constant,
find the double of fear,
the square root of censure
round to significance -

To 18
to having
rights a
Vote a
Voice a
Person.

A person
That  forgets anyone with less than
2 digits painted under their eyes,

 my hands tap
tap tap
on my page
and I can feel my aphantasia  
clicking like a clock,
my eyes focused,
then unfocused.
Like a camera lens trying to see in the dark.  
and my mind is tap tap tapping
on my skull and spine telling me to move
but my numbed joints scream in protest
so I stay down.  
‘Coward!’  my brain tells me.
Coward.  
Time speeds up and then slows,
my ears popping with the change.
There’s a quiet ringing in my head but it still drowns out the noise around me.  
every nerve in my body is tense and taught and tipped to the very top of their threshold.  
my body feels like a harp;
Like it could make music at the hands of a master.
I can’t feel my self imploding
but I know it’s happening
and I have a cure but my hands are tied
and to be honest
I would rather die then
fall to the feet
of some invisible deity

 

Any drummers and bass players out there? We came across this plea from Rubber Soul: Hi peoples! As some of you already might know, I sometimes post songs onto YWP. I'm looking for someone who could add to them with drums, and someone who could add to them with bass.  So could some people send me a video/recording (but preferably video) of themselves playing the drums/bass? (Kind of as an audition, I guess.) Thank you! :)​ - Rubber Soul


 

Response to VYP 2018 High School Cold Readings Round 1 

#1: St. Johnsbury Academy (Crave, Hannah Panda); #2: Twinfield Union High School (Not a Spaghetti Western, Liv Boucher); #3: Thetford Academy (A Geeks Problem, Jade Elias); $4: Hannaford Career Center,(Maple Drive, Mitchel Tierney); #5: Spaulding High School (Caveat Empire, Emma Riddle).


5: I really liked how the premise was largely unexplained, forcing us to come up with a world and some explanation of the toy/human relationship
"5 it was very original, never heard anything like it. maybe develop the female human a little more.
5- FOR ACTORS please wait for the other actors to finish the lines
5: Mention the performance for the king earlier; earlier its said that they're just tourists. I love the originality!
5- You did an amazing job working with unique character and dialog. Maybe it would be nice if there was a bit more closure to the story?

When my voice lifts tilts spins richochets off countless caverns I feel the reverb in stomach like human echolocation it finds me in the world utterly immersed in sheer vibration I shimmer and shiver without a doubt heart sung notes in my throat no longer held by the twin enfoldings set free from this box of voice to roam the streets at midnight to serenade the moon and take plunges in sacred waters no human being has ever seen when it reaches you wiping the sweat from your brow or suspended in mid air jumping from a cliff into crystal blue waters it will change your physiology literally making you a new being no words are spoken not ones that human ears would recognize only the language of womb heart beat and ululating lullabye a bridge to the dawn of creation when my voice reaches the tender waking edges of tomorrow sifting through sands of time for golden moments that last for eternity perhaps you will join in the chorus at least we'll know in harmony there is music in our liv