By playing this game, you'll learn how to develop a plot. You'll learn how to take your characters from the first scene to the end of the play.
Chose a song from your favourite genre and band. A good source of songs is songbooks (go figure)--especially ones with old or traditional songs. Use the entire song or only a few lines. Once you've selected the songs--or parts of songs--string them together to form a story. Don't hesitate to rewrite the song--if necessary.
(selfie by Leanne Dyck)
Inspired by Celtic music, I created a four-scene musical.
Three actors: an older woman, a younger woman, and a man
Costume: The women wear worn clothing -- think old Irish dress--long skirts and shawls. The man wears a suit jacket with a knit vest and high, leather boots.
Prop: rocking chair
Scene I
three actors on stage
The two women stand together, stage left.
The man is at stage right.
A fiddle and tin whistle playing in the background.
The older woman pushes the younger woman to the centre stage.
The younger woman dances as the older woman sings...
Step it up, Mary, my fine daughter
Step it up, Mary, if you can
Step it up, Mary, my fine daughter
Show your legs to the countryman
Show your legs to the countryman
The man steps forward and sings...
Her eyes, they shone like the diamonds
I thought she was queen of the land
And her hair hung over her shoulder
Tied up with a black velvet band
(photo by Leanne Dyck)
Scene II
two actors on stage: the man and the young woman
The man kneels and takes the young woman's hand
He sings...
And it's no, neigh, never (he slaps his knee 3 times)
No, neigh, never, no more
Will I play the wild rover
No never, no more
(photo by Leanne Dyck)
Scene III
the man wears a morning coat
the young woman wears a veil
three actors on stage: the man and the two women
the man and the younger woman stand centre stage
the older woman stands stage left and sings...
He whistled and he sang 'til the green woods rang
And he won the heart of my baby
(photo by Leanne Dyck)
Scene IV
young woman, centre stage, on rocking chair, blanket in arms (as if holding a baby) sings...
Too-ra-loor-ra-loor-ra, Too-ra-loor-ra-li
Too-ra-loor-ra, hush now, don't you cry
Too-ra-loor-ra-loor-ra, Too-ra-loor-ra-li
Too-ra-loor-ra, that's an Irish lullaby
fade to black
Sharing my author journey...
"Fist Snail of the Year"
(photo by Leanne Dyck)
(photo by Leanne Dyck)