The beginning - at last!

I have finally gotten by behind into proverbial gear and begun work proper on Rachel's monologue for Drama. It is based around a mannequin, who stands up for the rights of mannequins everywhere...

Inspired by numerous discussions of mannequin personality (including detailed interviews with high-standing members of the mannequin community), and this photo, the story begins thus...

(*I am uncertain where this photo came from, apologies if its from your website, please simply kill me if it is. You'll find me most obliging. Blake.*)

It is wonderful to see so many of you here tonight, gathered together mostly for the first time, and with one purpose, one goal in mind. Some of you only have snippets, sketchy information, so allow me to tell you my story, upon which account we find ourselves gathered here together...

Like all of us, I began life in a small mannequin factory just outside town. From there, still smelling of the releasing agent chemicals of the production line, I was shipped in pieces to a up-market store, assembled again, and dressed in the latest fashions.

Each night, after the store closed and the lights went out, I used to talk with the older mannequins, who taught me about life, told me stories of the people who bought the clothes we display, and how they were full of pain and anger and hatred for one another. They told me of love, and the joy that it brought humans. But not us. That was not for us. I always asked why. They always replied that it was not our lot, we were to model, to represent perfection to the masses.

But as the years wore on, I felt less and less perfect. Chips began to mark my once-shining finish, and age had worn me down. I no longer felt perfect, or even close to it. This went on, and on, monotonous days watching the people tread past, some dutifully eyeing off my wares. Until one day, I met him...

He was the new guy, the mannequin for the Trent Nathan suits. Handsome, chiselled, young. I knew I had no chance, and even if he was interested in me, it wasn't the way. Not for us. We are just mannequins. We mock life, not live it.

So that is the drafted introduction, needs a lot of work, including acting stuff, character gear and so on. Its from the perspective of a female mannequin, about 6 years old. In case you are interested.

Have a nice weekend peeps. Blake.