'Broken Heart” Skit
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―BROKEN HEART‖ SKIT A ONE-ACT DRAMA BY LINDA MEDILL NARRATOR - An enthusiastic male or female person, who has direct rapport with the audience SALLY SMITH - A sensitive but vibrant girl who, as a victim of divorce, outwardly enacts her inward feelings from ages 5-18. MRS. SMITH - Sally‘s mother SATAN - The sly villain who cleverly deceives Sally into thinking he‘s her only true friend. Dressed as a gambler with subtle horns. JESUS - A strong but gentle Hero with warm eyes and a commanding stance. MACHO MIKE - A handsome, romantic teenage boy. PROPS: SALLY‘S CHAIR- a bar stool (swivel-type is helpful but not necessary) HEART - A large orange. (need two) TWIG OF BITTERNESS- visible twig from a tree or bush NAIL OF ANGER - long spike nails work best 5-6‖ NAIL OF JEALOUSY - NAIL OF ELICIT SEX – NEGATWE GLASSES - GIANT size sunglasses with green tint if possible ROD OF BLAME - A fireplace poker BUSH OF BITTERNESS - Large prickly-looking bush ARMOR - Tin foil - 12‖ x 12‖ BUSYNESS - cordless stereo headphones or Walkman headphones SONG #1 ―LONGER‖ by Dan Fogelburg (Theme song) 1 ―BROKEN HEART‖ SKIT (Optional- Show a series of slides depicting a couple who get married and raise a little girl in various life situations as she grows up) SCENIE 1 As the Theme Song is being sung, the lights slowly come up revealing a girl, SALLY SMITH, wearing pigtails (or a bow in hair) and sitting on a tall stool with an orange on her lap C Stage. She is frozen with head bowed. Close behind her is a low, cloth-covered table. SATAN is seated slightly UR with arms folded, while JESUS is prayerfully kneeling, slightly UL. MRS. SMITH is standing still R turned away from SALLY in obvious deep thought. The NARRATOR is poised DR and waiting to speak. (spot lights are optional for added effect). As soon as the NARRATOR begins, SALLY and MRS. SMITH come to life. SALLY is in a happy-go-lucky mood pretending to make a mud pie and MRS. SMITH is distraught, trying to figure out WHO‘s going to break the sad news to SALLY. (music fades) NARRATOR: Meet Sally Smith. She is an average, All-American 5 year old girl. Her favorite pastimes are helping Mom in the kitchen, playing with her playdough, visiting Grandma on Sundays and preschool two days a week. A fun and exciting life -— lots of love and security. But then one day.. things changed. MRS. SMITH: (comes close to SALLY) Sally....! have something to tell you . SALLY: (brightly in an obvious child‘s voice) Oh, hi Mom. I have something to tell you, too. I just made a mud pie, but it didn‘t taste very good. MRS. SMITH:(disinterested) Oh that‘s nice. (puts her hand on Sally‘s shoulder) Honey, I have something very important to tell you. (pause) Daddy and I are getting a divorce. SALLY: (puzzled) Divorce? What‘s a divorce? MRS. SMITH: Well, it means that Daddy and I won‘t be living in the same house anymore... SALLY: (upsettingly interrupts) What?... MRS. SMITH: Now honey, you want Daddy and Me to be happy, don‘t you? SALLY: Yes, but.... 2 ―BROKEN HEART‖ SKIT MRS. SMITH: And you know we aren‘t happy when we fight all the time. We just don‘t love each other anymore so he‘s going to move away. It will be better this way. SALLY: (emotional) but NO!! That can‘t be! No, Mommy MRS. SMITH: (controlled) Please don‘t worry, It‘s gonna be okay. You can visit Daddy one weekend a month and he will even take you to the zoo. It‘s gonna be OK. I promise. It‘s going to be OK. (exits R) SALLY: (pauses with heart in hands as emotion comes to the surface) it‘s not fair! Daddy, Daddy, don‘t you love me anymore? You must not, otherwise you wouldn‘t leave, did I do something wrong? And Mommy—Mommy, you must not love me either. Otherwise you wouldn‘t send Daddy away! (sobs) I feel like a piece of my heart has been torn away! (tears a piece from the orange and throws it down) It‘s just not fair. What am I gonna do? (During dialogue with SATAN here, as well as in the future, SALLY‘S eyes never meet SATAN‘S. He is speaking into her mind and thus she never acknowledges his physical presence but merely responds by speaking into the air.) SATAN: (steps behind Sally‘s R shoulder) Pssst. Hey, SaI Sally Smith. SALLY: (looking up and outward) Who is it? SATAN: It‘s me. Your friend Satan. Sounds like something TERRIBLE has happened to you. don‘t‘ worry. I‘ve got just what you need. (instantly drops smile to cast a cold glance upon the props in his hand) SALLY: (uncertain) You do? SATAN: (sinister smile) Why, of course! I have some TOYS just for you. SALLY: (cheerfully) Toys? Oh I like toys! SATAN: I thought so. This first one is what I call the (deliberate) TWIG OF BITTERNESS. Here. (Sally gingerly reaches out to receive it and studies it with a puzzled look on her face) SALLY: (slowly) Bitterness? SATAN: Yes. You can use this to protect your heart. It will prick anyone who dares to come near. (Sally holds up her heart and pretends to ward off potential attack with the twig.) SALLY: Yeeaah. That works great! Got any more toys? 3 ―BROKEN HEART‖ SKIT SATAN: Oh, I‘ve got lots more toys, Sally. Here‘s one that I call the NAIL OF ANGER. (Sally reaches out and receives the NAIL. Her eyes grow big as she observes how sharp it is.) SALLY: Wow (shrugs) What do I do with it? SATAN: If someone tries to hurt you, you can wound them with that. SALLY: (viciously strikes out at imaginary enemies) Like this? SATAN: Exactly! (pauses) This next toy is called JEALOUSY. SALLY: (places ANGER on her lap to receive JEALOUSY) What‘s this one for? SATAN: do you know the little girl down the street who has that pretty red wagon? SALLY: Yeah? SATAN: (louder) It‘s not fair that she has one and you don‘t. (Sally sits up defiantly and gets the new nail ready for action.) SALLY: Yeah. (her face grows angry) SATAN: (very loud) SHE shouldn‘t have it. YOU should! SALLY: (exploding and digging outward in a grabbing motion with nail) You‘re right. I want it! It‘s MINE. Give it to me! SATAN: (nods in approval) Very good, Sally. That‘s the idea. SALLY: Oooooh. (smiles fiendishly) I like that one! SATAN: And here‘s one more. It‘s one of my favorites: ILLICIT SEX. (After Sally takes the nail, Satan‘s smile turns cold for a brief moment.) SALLY: (innocently) Sex? What‘s sex? SATAN: Oh, you don‘t know about that now.. .but when you get older, you‘ll find out. And when you do, (boastfully) you‘ll thank me! (fades back to his original seat, a fixed, cold expression on his face.)(SALLY nods in understanding and bows head. Lights fade) 4 ―BROKEN HEART SKIT‖ SCENE 2 (Lights up only NARRATOR. SALLY is still frozen.) NARRATOR: We find Sally a couple of years later in early grade school, playing with her ―toys‖. Her mother is becoming exasperated with her because she cannot seem to control her. She becomes more inconsistent with Sally‘s discipline which in turn creates even greater insecurity in the little girl‘s heart. Sally reaches out for love from her classmates but she has a difficult time communicating with them because they don‘t like the ―toys‖ she is using. So the grooves of rejection continue to grow deeper as they repeat themselves like a broken record. SALLY: (comes to life and smilingly reaches out her HEART to imaginary friends: Will you love me? (happily) don‘t you like me? (Pause) (horrified) What do you mean I‘m ugly??? (hatefully jabs with NAIL OF ANGER) well, your nose is longer than a garden hose! (defensively) So what if I don‘t have a daddy around. (vengefully threatens with nail) At least he‘s not a GARBAGE man like yours is !!!(sadly) Won‘t Somebody love me? (JESUS approaches L) JESUS: (warmly) Sally I love you. SALLY: Who are you? (clutches her heart) JESUS: I‘m Jesus, your Creator. I want to be your friend and take special care of your heart. However, in order for us to be close, I need to have your toys. won‘t you give them to Me? (reaches out his hand. Sally turns away.) SALLY: No! I won‘t give you my toys! They‘re all I have to comfort me. Go away! (quieter) I like my toys. (Jesus fades) SATAN: (approaches R). Hey Sally. It‘s me, your friend again. SALLY: (delightfully) Oh, Hi! SATAN: I saw what your classmates did to you. What you need are some more toys. (pulls out the NEGATIVE GLASSES) You know how people have told you this world is a wonderful place to live? That everyone loves everybody else? (Sally agrees) Well, they‘ve lied to you, Sally. It‘s simply not true. SALLY: (shocked) It‘s not? SATAN: Of course not. What you need are these — NEGATIVE Glasses. (putting them on her) They‘ll give you a whole new ―perspective‖ in life. Then you can see things as they really are. SALLY: (sour look on her face) OOooo. Everything‘s green. Yucky, mossy green.