Dacy's monologue
Ely's song acapella
Dacy's monologue
Dacy's monologue
Sinta's monologue
SHOW PROGRAM
WITH MUSIC & MONOLOGUE
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SONG 1 SCENE 1: Claudia & Evangeline
Yes.
That’s my daughter.
Look at her.
She takes space.
She is free.
She laughs.
She moves like the world belongs to her.
As it should.
That’s how I raised her.
To never dim her light.
To never apologize for being fully herself.
My job was never to tame her.
My job was to protect her fire.
To give her wings and let her fly.
And yet… I know.
I know that even for her, one day, the world will whisper:
“Okay, okay… that’s enough now.”
“Tone it down.”
“behave yourself”
“Be a good girl.”
“Don’t be so loud.”
“Where is your manners”
“Don’t ask too many questions.”
“Don’t take up so much space.”
They’ll say:
“Boys don’t like girls like that.”
“Nobody likes too much.”
But not here.
Not now.
Not under my watch.
I am teaching her to speak, to feel, to rise.
She will not be raised to keep others comfortable.
That was what I was taught.
But for her… for us… it ends here.
(Evangeline looks up at Claudia, glowing.)
Evangeline: “Can I go? Can I go?”
Claudia (smiling, full of warmth): “Yes.”
(Evangeline gently runs off to the side stage.)
(Claudia turns to the audience, the light shifts.)
But for me… it was different.
“They always said I was too much.
Too loud. Too intense. Too free.
Too much to be loved. Too everything…
So I tried to shrink.
To be less.
To disappear.
I tried to starve myself,
snitch away everything I desired but privately, shamefully…
I made myself small my thoughts, my voice, my body
so no one would feel overwhelmed.
I folded myself into their boxes, bending until I nearly broke
But there was one place they couldn't reach me one sanctuary where I didn’t have to think about being too much or too little.
“My room. With the music playing… it was the only space where I didn’t think. I just felt.
(Anastasia enters with veils, flowing, embodying freedom.
Claudia steps gently to the back, giving full space to Anastasia)
I would move, and the world, with all its expectations, would fall away. The music was my escape, my only space to be
without wondering if I deserved it.
In that small, quiet space, I wasn't judged or labelled. I was free.
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SONG 2 SCENE 2: Anastassia & Sinta
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SONG 3 SCENE 3: Monologue baladi entrance dancers
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SONG 4 SCENE 4: Baladi dance
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NO MUSIC SCENE 5: Dacy monologue
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SONG 5 SCENE 6: Shelley solo & Evangeline
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NO MUSIC SCENE 7: Ely sings & monologue
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SONG 6 SCENE 8: Nadia solo
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NO MUSIC SCENE 9: Dacy monologue
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SONG 7 SCENE 10: Victoria solo
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NO MUSIC SCENE 11: Sinta solo
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SONG 8 SCENE 12: Fun veils choreography
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