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HAGS CradleToStage2024
HAGS CradleToStage2024
CHARACTERS
HAGS features a coven of three ancient, unemployed witch-actors - real witches, unemployed
actors:
PRESHOW Early morning, in a living room down the street, that ancient
apartment building you thought was condemned. This is the home
of three generations - witch-actors all. Their home is minimally
furnished, all slightly worn antiques, some very old, from random
eras. A cauldron bubbles gently.
Dru, alone, walks silently around the cauldron, waving her arms,
uttering a silent spell to the sky. Three mimed stomps complete her
attempt. She waits for the magic. Nothing. She repeats, only faster
this time. She waits. Nothing. Before her next try, she sneaks an
ornate hand mirror from an upstage drawer, then resumes her
original position. This time with the mirror.
Zelda slips invisibly into the room from the outside door, sneaking
along the wall toward the upstairs, carrying an overstuffed duffle
bag.
DRUMIEDAL Sneaking IN the front door? (Dru finger wiggles Zelda’s bag off
her back. It falls awkwardly to the floor. A sparkly orange and silver
tutu bounces out. Zelda swiftly stuffs it back into her bag.)
DRUMIEDAL (Choking, Dru stashes the paper to glare at Zelda.) For ..what?
JZELDAMEEN (Holds up a torn newspaper ad, the shape of the newspaper hole.)
For THIS, Granny D “..young adult female, no experience
necessary…”
DRUMIEDAL You weren’t about to tell anyone? (Dru tries to snatch the ad
from Zelda, but Zelda is faster.) Your mother will be horrified.
This is NOT how she envisioned your first time. And today of
all days - YOU CANNOT TELL HER ABOUT THIS - at least not
until today is …over. (Dru returns to finger wiggle the contents of
the bag, nothing happens. She doubles down. Nothing.) Get rid of
this - all of this!
DRUMIEDAL It is. Clean this up - you have no idea what she’s capable of
when she…!
JZELDAMEEN When she what? Wait a minute - are you afraid OF her, or FOR
her..?
DRUMIEDAL Insolence! Help me. (Stuffing everything back into the bag
manually.)
JZELDAMEEN (Gasps as it dawns on her, pointing.) You don’t think she’s going
to win!
DRUMIEDAL O it’s much worse than what I think. I’ve said enough. Clean!
JZELDAMEEN What could be worse than thinking your own daughter will
lose the one thing in the whole world she’s lived her life for?
DRUMIEDAL Knowing she can’t possibly win. She’s been cursed. (To self.)
Damn!
JZELDAMEEN WHAAAA…??
JZELDAMEEN I will not leave it at that - an actual curse??! How have I not
heard this??
DRUMIEDAL (Stuffing everything back into the bag manually.) You are not
meant to hear everything. I was just like you - young, foolish,
thought I had the world by the tale. I’d starred in every witch
role from the beginning of time. Literally. So they awarded me
the very first wand, I gave the wand back. The end.
DRUMIEDAL Long before your mother was born. I was too young for it,
wanted nothing to do with it. I wanted to be a star. So I gave it
back. They were furious. They cursed my firstborn - your
mother - from ever qualifying to sit in the chair and hold the
wand.
DRUMIEDAL Why would I tell her — it never came up — until your mother
turned 4,000 last year. And poof she announces her plans to
run. I just haven’t found the right time, and now it’s too late.
She’ll find out tonight when they call.
(Dru zips up the bag and tosses it with purpose up the stairs. To
her delight, it slides magically up and just out of sight, where it
unceremoniously falls to the floor with a loud thump.)
DRUMIEDAL O Faerie.
DRUMIEDAL (Snatches the tutu from her head and stashes it behind the couch.)
Zelda, get her wigs!
JZELDAMEEN YOU get her wigs, YOU gave the wand back —
BEATRETTE Where is Janice…? I can’t see a thing without her….o here you
are..(retrieves the hand mirror from under the cushion.)..JANICE!!
JZELDAMEEN (Zelda appears with the overstuffed duffle bag, returns the tutu to
the bag, dips the bag into the cauldron, it emerges as a sparkly
orange and silver cape and tutu ensemble.) Janice..??
BEATRETTE (Bea merely raises her hand. In an instant, lights flicker on and off ,
the room pops with magic. At once, the mirror is in Bea’s hands
and Zelda is gone.) Mine! Thank you, child.
DRUMIEDAL (Dru grabs the mirror.) AWAY away! (She drops Janice into the
cauldron. She and Zelda quickly dissipate the resulting smoke.)
BEATRETTE (As the smoke clears.) Jzeldameen — what were you doing with
Mama’s Grand Sorceress tutu this morning?
BEATRETTE JZELDAMEEN!?? (Bea silences both Zelda and Dru, keeping her
focus on Zelda.) You know your grandmother can no longer
protect you — TRUTH!
JZELDAMEEN (Zelda’s thoughts tumble out all at once.) I want a job of my own.
I’m 800 years old. It’s MY time, MY shot, MY golden hour, no
time like the present —
BEATRETTE (Seeing red.) Stop! Stop, stop, STOP!!! I’m confused, dirt of my
loins - you’ve picked MY Grand Sorceress Day - today - to
announce that you’re ‘all grown up’ that you ‘want a job of
your own’…?!
DRUMIEDAL Maybe we’ve had a little too much “independence” for today! I
have cake! It’s your favourite, Bea - mice!
JZELDAMEEN (Escaping Dru’s hold.) …yes, Mama, I’m growing up. And you’re
growing older. And just because you can’t stop time doesn’t
mean i can’t grow up. So I did it, Mama. I did it. I went on my
FIRST AUDITION! My FIRST TIME this morning. By myself. On
my own. Ta-DONE! And I slayed it - the call-back is tonight!
(Dru braces. Bea swoons to and fro as Zelda’s confession sinks in,
at last falling to the couch with an explosion. Orange smoke billows
from upstairs.)
(Zelda snatches Janice from the cauldron before Dru changes her
mind, bounding upstairs with delight. Turning to Bea, gently
removing the outfit and wig.) Bea, you know she isn’t wrong. You
know that we all have to face the facts sooner or later, that
there are a lot of younger witches then there used to be…
DRUMIEDAL No, Bea, it’s real. Sit. Zelda. Sit. I have a confession. (She has
their undivided attention.) I too am getting a call. Of course,
tonight. From the Witches Council. That is IF they decide to
revoke my witches license. It seems I’ve lost my powers and
no longer qualify as a witch, if you can believe that… Anyway
ironically, the very same night you submit your name for Grand
Sorceress, I’m being stripped of my license to witch.
DRUMIEDAL Listen to you two! I’m not dying, I’ve just slipped a little. It
happens to every witch. Everything will work out. They’ll give
me another round, you’ll see. Have some hope! Let’s just sit
right down…. (Fluffs the pillows and prepares a comfy place for
the three to sit.) …and WAIT!
BEATRETTE Well. What a coincidence. We’re ALL waiting for a call. (Feigns
laughter, working her way nonchalantly over to check if the phone
still works.) Just checking. Works.
JZELDAMEEN What if NOBODY calls..? (Silence. They all feign laughter. They
wait. Minutes seem like hours.)
BEATRETTE Not like the Greeks - all nice, and helpful. Horrible parts.
Horrible to play! There was a time when that’s all I could get..I
hated every one of them!! Ah, but the Romans got it. (They
share a dirty laugh.)
BEATRETTE THAT’S ENOUGH!! (Covers hers and Zelda’s ears.) Then there’s
Bewitched! She put an end to the whole myth behind witches,
she did, with her little nose…
BEATRETTE They gave that part to that old Czech witch, what was her
name..? Recurring role too…
DRUMIEDAL OK, one decent witch. But even she’s ancient - nothing in this
century. It’s all CGI now. Nothing’s real anymore.
JZELDAMEEN Like you said, Gramma, there’s no good roles for witches
anymore, and if I branch out…
DRUMIEDAL No, is the short answer. Witches don’t play humans. And
humans don’t play witches. It’s a rule — BEWITCHED. You’re
above it.
BEATRETTE (Bea assumes her role as mother.) Dearest (gags and recovers) I
hate to bare bad news, but….you’re GREEN. There it is.
DRUMIEDAL Well, I’ll be. In my day you could be drowned for that.
DRUMIEDAL (After a long and awkward pause.) All righty. Bea, you have to
know. (Braces.) Before you were born, I was awarded, and then
rejected, the Grand Sorceress Wand. Your father and I decided
to return the wand out of protest that in those days they only
let witches - not warlocks - apply. It wasn’t popular to protest
at the time. It wasn’t like now. So they took back my wand and
banned my first born for life. You will never find mention of me
in the books. And, well, you may never find your name on
tonight’s qualifying list because of it. I should have told you
long ago, when you were a little girt, but you were so excited,
even from the first day you could curse, I just couldn’t…and
now this terrible news tonight of all nights.
BEATRETTE (Glaring at Dru.) I’d call you a cunt, but you lack the warmth and
depth for it.
JZELDAMEEN Think of it this way, mama — at least you won’t have to stand
on the stage and LOSE in front of everyone.
(In the midst of the mutual revelry, the phone rings and rings.
Paralysis. The ringing stops. They resume their fussing.
Again the phone rings and rings. They acknowledge then reject
answering. The ringing stops. They resume fussing.