Bookppet
-Metafiction of Alice's short story "Bookshelf, The 100% Perfect Town"-
“Oh no.”
These
were the two first words that I blurted out as I entered the classroom. There
comes my panicking partner, Elana.
“Hey,
Jean! Did you prepare for the puppet show?” she shouted.
“Of
course not!”
It
seems that she too did not prepare. If any one of us had remembered that today
was the class puppet show day, we would have gathered together someday before.
Sigh. Elana’s face went paler than before as she started to roll her eyes
sideways in hopes of finding an unused puppet. Around us, the classmates were
busy with their partners memorizing the script with puppets held in their hand.
Every puppet was alive, saying out loud with its own voice, dancing inside the
hands of its masters.
“Life’s
but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the
stage, and then is heard no more. It is a tale told by…,” a fierce looking
puppet was moaning.
They
must be doing Macbeth. They even had mini swords and mini cauldrons bubbling
with some mysterious liquid. This was not a time to stare at other prepared
classmates. Elana was beside me biting her nails and not knowing what to do. Think
Jean, think! I was trying my best to find a way to produce a play that would
not reveal that Elana and I had totally forgotten about it.
“Now
class, shortly after about 10 minutes, we would start our delightful puppet
show! I hope you all have prepared and capable of producing wonderful plays,”
our English teacher announced, looking around the classroom.
Is
my mind playing tricks on me or is it real that I feel like the teacher knows
that I have nothing? Hurriedly I looked about the classroom, when something
just caught my eye. It was the list of books that we had studied in class for
the past year.
Stumbling Into Happiness –
Daniel Gilbert
Aging Well – George E.
Valliant
Pride and Prejudice – Jane
Austen
Walden – Henry David
Thoreau
M. Butterfly – David Henry
Hwang
Long Day’s Journey Into Night – Eugene O’ Neil
The Great Gatsby – F.
Scott Fitzgerald
Heart of Darkness – Joseph Conrad
An idea suddenly
flashed through my mind. That’s it! Grabbing hold of Elana’s hand, I asked
permission of our teacher to go to the library and dashed out of the classroom.
After we arrived at the library, we searched for these books, borrowed them and
returned to the class. The Macbeth team was now doing their play. Whispering, I
told Elana about my plans, and we started into action.
“Next will be
Elana and Jean. Come forward.”
Our faces were
confident. We can do this.
“We will have a
short play about our book list and its diversity!” Elana briefly introduced.
As expected
confusion arose on the faces of the audience, but I knew that I was able to astound
them.
Knock Knock.
“Hi.
I’m Aging Well, and I just moved into the place next door. May I come in?”
“Yeah...
I’m Stumbling Into Happiness.”
“Do you go out a lot?”
“No. I stumbled into this
town where I’m a misfit, but I’m thinking of stepping out. The people who live
here are too problematic.”
“Have you ever talked to them? Why don’t I throw a party at my
house tomorrow night, and we might be able to find out why, if there is a
reason, they’re the way they appear to be.”
With the ‘puppet’ books in our hands, we
changed the set background into a partying house.
“Hi, I’m Aging Well, and I moved in yesterday to help out
the landlord with her Positive Psychology lecture. What about you?”
“I’m Pride and Prejudice. I see you’re single. People say
‘a single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife’. Are
you? My little one isn’t taken yet.”
“Nonsense. You’re obviously stuck in 1813. Simplicity,
simplicity! Stay simple, my friend, and you will encounter the true values of
the world. By the way, I’m Walden.”
“You do know you’re speaking from the 1830s perspective,
right? But I have to admit, simplicity is needed just as much in the 1960s,
too. The Orient, the exotic… They can fool you. I’m M. Butterfly.”
“But you must not let go of your dream because of money
matters. Embracing yourself from the fear of dying poor is not worth losing
your career and causing your wife to suffer from morphine addiction.”
“Frankly, though Long Day’s Journey Into Night has a
point, but don’t forget that the era of the American Dream is gone. I’m Gatsby,
in case you haven’t already heard of me.”
“What’s your story?”
I nudged the book that was just standing exceptionally quietly in the set
with Aging Well.
“Heart
of Darkness.”
“Umm…
Do you have anything you want to share with us?”
“The
world is a dark place. Imperialism ruined the world.”
With the final quote, we closed the small curtain in front of the set. Applause
came from the audience. Elana and I exchanged mysterious glances with smiles hanging
on our faces.
“That was well done! It was smart of you guys to apply the class material
to the show so creatively!”
Almost impromptu, but our show was well-done despite the time spent.
“Hey, want to go eat ice-cream after school? Let’s have a
self-celebration.”
Elana gave me a happy smile.
"Sure."
Impromptu show and an impromtu ice-cream. What a lucky day.