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MONOLOGUE – CHILL FROM The Snow Show - Theatrefolk

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Mo n o l o g u e – Ch i l l f r o m Th e Sn o w Sh o w<br />

by Lindsay Price<br />

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<strong>The</strong> <strong>Snow</strong> <strong>Show</strong><br />

by Lindsay Price<br />

Comedy - Simple set - 30 minutes<br />

4M+8W, Expandable to 7M 13W<br />

Chill confronts a metal flag pole on the coldest day of<br />

winter.<br />

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No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no! I won’t do it,<br />

I won’t do it, I won’t!<br />

He turns to look at an imaginary metal flagpole<br />

beside him.<br />

You can’t tempt me oh cold and silent one. You stand<br />

there so straight and tall, holding your flags day after day.<br />

(turning his back) I am not tempted. I don’t do these types<br />

of things. I know what happens. (turning to the pole) I<br />

KNOW science. Hot and cold. Water and ice. I’m on it.<br />

You can’t fool me. Every year there is a story of a reckless<br />

youth, a foolish stupid boy, someone who couldn’t say no<br />

like I can. I know what will happen. (holding up hand up<br />

to the flagpole) You’re wasting your time and your taunts.<br />

Taunt me no more.<br />

<strong>CHILL</strong> stalks away but then stops. He slowly<br />

turns to face the flagpole.<br />

But. What. If. It’s. Not. True? What if they’re just stories?<br />

Fabrications? Lies? Your cold and silent stature is a façade?<br />

A ruse? <strong>The</strong> whole frozen tongue thing is just an old wives’<br />

tale? What if I stick out my tongue and it doesn’t… stick?<br />

What if nothing happens? It’s tempting. Very tempting.<br />

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(turning away) I won’t do it. I won’t do it. (turning back)<br />

I’m not going to do it.<br />

Oh crap. ❧<br />

He slowly sticks his tongue out. It instantly<br />

becomes stuck. He can’t move. He speaks with<br />

his tongue stuck.

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