In a living room, daytime.
There is a rectangular coffee table set at centre stage. Papers, drawings, coloured pencils, and markers were scattered on the table messily. Toys, such as Legos, dolls, trucks, and basket of fruits and vegetables, were scattered near the floor.
Lights fade in, focused on centre stage.
Character B runs in with a drawing paper and colour pencil on her hands. She seems happy and running very fast, as if she is competing with the wind.
Character B slows down and stops. She looks at her drawing and goes to the coffee table to continue her drawings.
Voice-over:
When I grow up,
I am to be an artist.
But my parents told me that artist do not make money.
I was 6 years old.
When I grow up,
I want to be a singer.
But my parents told me that singers must be able to sing and must be good-looking.
I was 8 years old.
When I grow up,
I want to continue to dance ballet.
But my parents told me to stop dancing and focused on PSLE.
I was 11 years old.
When I grow up,
I want to be a model.
But my parents told me I wasn't tall enough and the modelling industry is a dirty place.
I was 15 years old.
When I grow up,
I want to be an actress.
But my parents told me that I have to sleep with the directors to become famous.
I was 16 years old.
When I grow up,
I want to enrol into an Art school.
But my parents told me to put my goals on hold and study for a backup certification first.
I was 17 years old, and again 18 years old.
What have I done for the past few years?
I have completed many tasks but achieved nothing.
What is the moral of the story here?
It is okay to give up on yourself and live without purpose.
Thank you!
Sound of applause plays.
Lights fade out. Blackout.