Joe: Finally. You are all here. Now can you help me fix my bike?

Miss Tempo: Smokey Joe. What do you want? You’re a real pest today, you know! We’re on
a mission, and no, I’m sorry. I’m afraid we can’t help you fix your bike.
Joe: Ay, what a lousy lot you are. Now what’s this mission you’re on about?
Miss Tempo: We’re exploring all the stories from the past of Manor House, and quite
frankly, you’re in the way Joe.
Joe: Well nobody knows this place better than I do, you know I’ve been here forever-
Miss Tempo: (annoyed) Yes, yes, we know Joe. Don’t have to keep reminding us all the t-
Joe: You know I’ve got a pretty good story to tell.
Miss Tempo: Let me guess. It’s a story about your life.
Joe: No.
Miss Tempo: No? What is it then?
(Pause)
Joe: Alright it’s about my life, but you know there’s-
Miss Tempo: I’m sure it’s riveting, Joe. But we’re running out of time, and there’s so much
more other stories to see.
Joe: More interesting ones you mean.
Miss Tempo: I’m sorry, Joe.
(Pause)
Joe: So, you’re just like the rest of them. You’ll forget me. You’ll forget my story. Just like
her.
Miss Tempo: Like who Joe? What are you talking about?
(Pause)
Joe: I was serious before, you know. Nobody knows these streets better than I do. Because
I’m the only who really walked these streets every day. And every night. I saw so many
stories. Every day. All the people. Walking, laughing, crying, shouting. Each new face
bringing a new story to these streets. They all talked to me. Some just looked the other way
or spat at me, even. But some stopped and talked, and I still remember all of their stories…
But they all forgot mine. Even the young lady, that promised me she would sing my song.
Who knows what happened to her. Probably found a nice husband, and who knows if she
kept her promise… and sang her younguns to sleep at night with my song. They will all
forget one day…
(Silence)
Miss Tempo: What song Joe?
(Pause)
Joe: Well the ballad of Smokey Joe of course! I sang it all the time. I stopped when I realized
no one actually remembered it.
Miss Tempo: Well… maybe you just have to make it more memorable. With a dance,
maybe?
Joe: A dance? Oh, I’m afraid no one will want to remember my dancing forever. At least I
hope they won’t.
Miss Tempo: Don’t be silly, Joe. It doesn’t matter how clumsy you look, it’s important that
we can all learn it and remember you.
Joe: Remember me?
Miss Tempo: Yes! You wanted a chance to tell your story and now you have it. But make it
memorable!
Joe: Alright then, don’t mind me showing off some moves we did back in my day.
Miss Tempo: Let’s go time travellers!