A couple pages and a character list of This play I thought of....thoughts?

BLOGS
By Katy Kettles












Characters

Amber –
She’s 16 year old girl with weight problems and who is always in a constant struggle with her mother over them. Likes fashion but can’t wear the clothes she wants from the difficulties of being a teenage girl. She is also a little boy crazy or boy wishful and she’s quite pure and innocent from afar. Often sarcastic.

Blog Amber-
The girl whom the real Amber sees herself as being in her mind. She’s a skinny, fashionable and more sexy than the real Amber. Confidence wreaks out of her.

Ambers Mom-
One of the two characters without a duel personality. Strong, pretty and cookie cutter. Iron fist.

James-
He’s 24 years old and in his Senior year of college studying Psychology. Engaged to a girl named Joy, except she in his opinion is not that joyful. In a constant struggle with true love and his relationship with Joy. Not confident in his looks to get a woman who treats him well so he settled with the first one who came along.

Blog James-
Suave. A rippling sexy man like an Abercrombie n’ fitch model.
Joy-
Extremely appealing in person but with a nasty temper and a need for control. Settled for James because she thinks of him like a puppy.

Heather-
A business woman in her 30’s. On the outside she looks strong and beautiful. Keeps things in like her drunken father who raped her and is trying to get back into her life.

Blog Heather-
She is quite damaged. Not like her real self at all.


BLOGS
Act One, Scene One

(The stage has three different “bedrooms” and three different computers at each one. One is the bedroom of a teenager with an old rusty PC. The second is of an abused laptop from college. The third is a fancy pristine computer set-up, state of the art. The lights come up on the set-up of the rusty PC where Amber walks in, slams the door and sits at the computer screen with a vacant look. After a few moments of silence a pounding is heard on the door from Amber’s Mother)

Amber’s Mother: (yelling) Open up this door Amber! You know better than to make a scene at the dinner table and especially in front of company. Do you understand…Amber? Honestly Amber this is ridiculous, you didn’t need that ice cream. (pause) You want to fit into that dress for homecoming don’t you? Because in order to do that we have to make some sacrifices and that means no ice cream. (pause) Besides beauty is pain Amber…Okay Amber, fine. You don’t want to talk to me? Is this what I am hearing from your agonizing silence of grief from the loss of your precious food? Get over it dear, look at the dress and remember that I love you…Now I am going to clean up after the ludicrous scene you just made in front of the youth pastor and I will talk to you later.

(footsteps are heard offstage)

Amber: (mocking) agonizing silence of grief from the loss of your food? Wow; such love.
(turns on the computer. It begins to make some noises and Amber hits it really hard and then it goes back to normal)

Amber: Besides, (gets up leans against the door and whispers) You bought the dress two sizes too small on purpose Mother. (reveals the dress hanging on the edge on the desk and starts typing)

(at this moment Blog Amber appears with a bowl of ice cream and wearing the dress while Amber is still typing)

Blog Amber: 7:08 pm on October 10th 2006. Mothers… Mothers…MOTHERS! (eats the ice cream and rants) They think they know everything. They think they are some “powerful” God that rules over the domestically conformed house to society’s standards. That is ludicracy, not my free-will to eat ice cream. Besides I think I look great eating ice cream in this dress, in theory not at all attractive but extremely satisfying. (smothers Ice cream into her mouth) Yummmmmm! That’s what I call a meal for the soul. (sets down the ice cream) Can’t beat happiness on a spoon MOTHER!

Amber: (Sighs and slams her fist on the computer counter hard and returns to typing)

Blog Amber: (not hesitating) Being sixteen these days is not easy. I deal with the stupidity of the generation that went before me. They believed in food, they believed in steak and mashed potatoes, they believed sugar was to make your kid sweeter. What we believe in is “going green” and resorting to our lives depending on the amount of calories we intake. We should be counting how many days the sun actually shines or really counting how many licks it takes to get to the center of the tootsie pop. That’s what we should be doing. I mean it’s grand and all to start eating better, but some days I just want normalcy. I want to enjoy an ice cream bowl every once in a while without having my motives questioned or having someone take it away from me. I never thought that would be too much to ask but apparently IT IS!