Theme/message: False Individuality
Costume: all black/dark colored base+colorful accessories
Choreography:
- Begin in wide, spread out circle
- Begin walking counterclockwise
- At stand apart stop and remove a prop
- At pressure begin walking clockwise and remove a prop
- At different stop and remove a prop
- At alone begin walking counterclockwise and remove the last prop
- Gradually move closer together as poems end
- End in small, centralized clump
Words/phrases:
- Stand apart Cue= be above (Sarah)
- Pressure Cue= live off your societal (Siana)
- Different Cue= really want to be (Ethan)
- Alone Cue= my life becoming (Ethan)
- Im unique, just like everybody else Cue=invisible stars that(George)
Times for Words:
Stand part-17.5
Pressure-22
Different-17
Alone-23
Im unique, just like everybody else-George starts, Sarah, Ethan, Siana.
Sarahs Poem
My life is simply a monotonous routine
I do as Im told like some kind of machine
Subject to a ruthless system at only fourteen
I lose myself for the success, the pride, its my nicotine
The competition is so strong and we all want to be the best
To be above, stand apart, and score highest on the tests (18 seconds)
More than anything though I dont want to be stressed
The draining workload is leaving me pressed
I feel the weight of the world upon my chest
Working towards a false goal I know I detest
People tell me to be more but I couldnt feel any less
Pressure weighs me down, not wicked but no rest (20 seconds)
Plagued by expectations for nothing less than impressive
Let me break from my confinement and be expressive
Its just too much, too much stress, I only feel stress
Constant comparisons to all the rest
Oh how I want to be different, in my own self-interest (22 seconds)
Why must I work so hard for something I detest
Nevertheless the expectations are repressive
As I grow more and more obsessive
Im nothing new, if I was it wouldnt be so debilitating
We all really want the same things, to feel something liberating
Its the praise of individuality theyre communicating
The want of being alone, with my thoughts and myself (27 seconds)
But the truth of the matter is
I am unique, just like everybody else.
Sianas Poem
I have no name
My world is filled to the brim with nothingness
When I speak, my words go in one ear and out the other
This is who I am, who I will always be
Others say Her name is creativity
They say Her world is filled with free ideas and notions
When she speaks, my mind stands apart
I respond: As you wish. You may come to me, I will give, and say you have received
You will call it a miracle, I will shake my head and say its just a placebo effect
You may ask why I dont believe in your imagination, why I dont find you specialand I will
respond:
I live off your societal pressure, and your internal want to do better than everyone else
I thrive on blank slates and empty promises
You want perfection but it doesnt exist
You want to make something of yourself, just to show it off for validation, to feel different
I show up when you need that little glowing lightbulb to magically hover over your head
I appear when you need me and when you want me, but also when you dont
Im there when you need to solve your own problems, and (often out of guilt) those of others
I influence when you win or lose, create or break, rise up or fall down
Heck, you dont do anything on your own intuition anymore!
You wonder why Im alone? Why I sit in corners, lurk on dark streets, and never speak up?
Its because no one likes the truths I tell, they only like the lies
Maybe once you hear this, maybe once you realize what everyone is on the inside, then maybe
you will say, just as Ive been saying for years, Im unique, just like everybody else
Ethans Poem
One
I intend to develop myself in a positive manner, and to avoid anything that will reduce my mental
growth or my physical health
Two
I intend to intend to, blah blah blah
Life is life and death is death but oblivion is
What?
How can we be so oblivious to the world when the world looks at us like we are some porcelain
dolls?
I want my own shelf, I want to be dusted above the rest.
I want to stand apart, dont I?
Well, it doesnt matter because I am me
I stroll down the streets like any other human does when they stroll down the street like any
other human
My feet crack under the pavement and the pavement bites back like the mosquitos on a hot
summer day when the lemonade is steaming and the picnics are lively with vibrant ignorance
Ignorance that is
No
Please dont put that inside the lemonade it burns my tongue
Where was I?
Oh, right, something about pressure
Pressure makes me hurt like a thousand suns being dropped in the middle of the Atlantic
Newspaper
Not the newspaper but the two cents dropped in my pocket as my mind blurs
With what?
With anger?
No
Lets not get to that
Thats a long road that is paved with good intentions
Sorry, that was uncalled for
I just really want to be different
To be something cool and awesome and what
Fun?
Exciting and cool and fun and cool and fun and exciting
I sound like a child do I not?
But this is just a cover
A cover for my insecurities
Maybe its Covergirl or maybe its Maybelline
What? Sorry, Im rambling
Hi rambling, Im Dad
Not dad, fear
Fear dad?
No, dad fear
A fear of what I fear most
I fear my life becoming uneventful
I fear my life becoming alone
Alone in this cruel so how about the weather?
Its quite nice is it not?
Being is being and life is life and death and death and whatever and whatever
But at the end of the night
I am unique, just like everybody else.
Georges Poem
I used to live in a place where the stars were uncountable, never ending, and glowed with the
otherworldly depth of infinity
When I look up now I can barely see them because theyre hidden from me by the light that
comes from the city, the light that makes us blind until we can see nothing, not even the light
from inside ourselves, the light that makes us stand apart
I would walk outside to look up at the stars in their glorious infinity, and I would take comfort in
the fact that this, at least would never change the stars would always be there.
Even when I finally went inside my head did not return to my body, and instead wandered from
the stars onto other dreams, dreams that varied day to day, but infested my every waking
moment; dreams of stages, crowds, of my name being known by even the invisible stars
Some would fear and hate it, some would love and worship it, but all would know and respect it,
thousands of years from now they would still remember me, and I didnt care what it was for.
These were not idle dreams, they were dreams that I must act on, and I will welcome the
pressure to be great, because without it I wont be.
My greatest fear has always been anonymity
My greatest fear that is that I will wake up one day and find myself in a house in the suburbs,
putting on a suit to go to a 9 to 5 desk job, and only those who know me will recognize me, and
the light that blinded me to the stars will finally blind me to who and where I was supposed to
be, and I will never be different (17 seconds)
My greatest fear is that when I should have been changing the course of nations, making myself
a home in the pages of the history books or the hearts and minds of the people, I will have
made my home in the outskirts of some city, settled down with some family who doesnt
understand and never can.
I will think I am happy, but I will be devastatingly wrong.
I will be alone, because I will have abandoned myself.
And so
With myself as my only witness, the only one I will ever need, I swear on the invisible stars that I
am unique, just like everybody else.
