Acting
Please pick a passage from your chosen character.
Pop:
They nearly got me that
time...I thought my sweet white arse was toast! I must make haste... I must
complete the rebel archive...Stardate May 14th 2304. Although I have
yet to uncover the exact date on which the music died, it is clear to me that
an
ancient entertainment
phenomenon known as "Pop Idol" played a central role. Soon, Popstars
were being created at such a rate that they were famous for less time than it
took to play their records. Culture imploded, the Globalsoft corporation seized
it's opportunity, and the age of Ga Ga had dawned.
Gallileo:
Fools...Morons...Don't You
understand you're all slaves? Good! The s-sooner it begins the sooner it's over
with. I don't want to programme music. I want to make music. Real music. My own
music. My name is Galileo Figaro. I've found it. In a dream. I have dreams you
see. And I hear noises, screeching, thudding, b-banging
noises. And words, words
drop into my head, too many words. Help! I need somebody. Help! Not just
anybody. I don't know where they come from, it drives me mad, all these phrases
and sounds, stupid, useless phrases and questions, so many
questions. Why do Fools
Fall in Love?Who was The Real Slim Shady? Do you Think I'm Sexy? Who let the
dogs out? Who who-who who? It's torture, all I know, and I don't know why I
know it, is that I really really really want to Zig a Zig Ah.
Killer Queen:
The Globalsoft board and I
have been discussing your recent security memo. We want answers. What of the
old librarian you have been torturing? Do you take the texts which he
discovered seriously? Rock!...But which rock and where? The whole damn planet's
a rock if you didn't know. And what of this 'shining star' that is supposed to
guide us? I have had the company's finest astronomers combing the heavens for
months. There is no new star. Well star or no star. I intend to blast every
rock on Planet Mall to smithereens just in case. Stonehenge! Mount Rushmore!
The famed Victoria Beckham belly button diamond! If these grim tools of freedom
do exist, I shall find them.
Khashoggi:
Well Madam, we have now
pulverised every rock on planet mall and not a single instrument of mass
destruction has been found. The legend is a myth or if you prefer the myth is a
legend. With respect Ma'am the Bohemians remain dangerous, all they need is a leader.
That's all it takes. One young soul rebel, one crazy kid with a dream, a guitar
and a bad arsed babe to fight for. Oh but he already does, though he doesn't
know it. He does not know himself at all, but I do. I've always had a talent
for spotting potential. That is my job. And with the last dream extinguished
there will be
nothing left on Planet
Mall but entirely untrammelled marketing and completely uncritical consumers.
Put them together and what do you get?
Scaramouche:
Gazzer, believe me there
is nothing and I mean nothing more boring than people wanting to describe their
dreams to you. Trust me on this, it kills relationships stone dead, the day one
partner wakes up and starts saying "it was amazing, there was this rabbit
in a bowler hat cooking an omelette" that's when love dies. know about the
Seven Seas of Rhye, they're not seas at all, but rivers, rivers that supply a
Lake. They used to call it Lake Geneva. The spirit of rock's very strong there.
It's where they put the misfits, the rebels. Gaz, I didn't have any dream, I've
just reversed the polarity on one of Khashoggi's micro transcievers. I've been
monitoring police Headquarters. Pretty dangerous, the cops are bound to be
still after us. I say we hide
out here on this mattress
for a few days...and While we're here...
Britney:
I
think it's clear up there Meat I'm going to the surface. You are so stubborn.
Alright! So what we got? Sweet sweet music.... If only we could find another
bit of wood to bang against the one we've got. Don't change the subject! Your
job is to take this stuff back to The Heartbreak. I travel alone, you know
that. I can't do the things I have to do if all I'm thinking about is you. You
don't mean that. I'll be back. I always come back. And one day I'll bring the
Dreamer with me. It's only sleeping baby. It's in a deep deep sleep. It won't
be me that wakes it, but maybe one day I'll find the man who can.
Meat:
Are
you sure the cops have gone? Be careful! I'm coming up too......Yeahhhhhhh! But
that's why you love me! Well not much, it's mainly plastic and hydrocarbons.
But there's a sheet of tin that we can wobble. And some pebbles that make a
nice rattle.
A
bottle to blow across. And this great wire to twang. Yeah. Oh you naughty boy,
I think I've found a nice big piece of wood right here. Sometimes I wish you
didn't care so much. Sometimes I wish we'd never even heard of the vibe. No....
I suppose not but I miss you so much baby. It's tougher every time you go away.
Sometimes I think it's us that's dreaming, but perhaps the music really did
die.
