The Wall

by Sullyhogs1

A script for a stage adaptation of Pink Floyd's album/rock opera I'm writing. The story is about a burnt-out rock star who builds an emotional and psychological wall between himself and society based off of the traumatic experiences in his past. I own some character names, some new dialogue, and the staging. The rest goes to Pink Floyd front man Roger Waters. Read & review, please!

13. One of My Turns

Act I – Scene 11

One of My Turns

Setting – Hotel Room, 1968.

(Lights come on to the stage only filled by the wall, PINK's guitar in a case, a television near center stage facing stage left, and a chair to the televisions right facing the screen. Enter PINK and the GROUPIE from where they exited. PINK sits on the chair and turns on the television. A film is heard in the background. PINK lights up a joint. The GROUPIE wanders around the room.)

GROUPIE: Oh my God! What a fabulous room! Is this your guitar?

(PINK ignores her.)

This place is bigger than my apartment!

(She wanders some more.)

Um…Can I have a drink of water?

(PINK still ignores her. She leaves the stage for a moment.)

You want some, huh?

(PINK is almost hypnotized by the screen.)

Oh, wow! Look at this tub! Do you wanna take a baaath?

(The GROUPIE comes back onstage with a cup in her hand. She walks over to PINK.)

What are you watching? Hello? Are you okay?

(PINK begins to sing somewhat softly. He is very high.)

PINK:

Day after day, love turns grey,

Like the skin of a dying man.

Night after night, we pretend it's alright,

But I have grown older and,

You have grown colder an,

Nothing is very much fun anymore.

And I can feel one of my turns coming on.

I feel cold as a razor blade,

Tight as a tourniquet,

Dry as a funeral drum.

(The GROUPIE begins to back away from PINK slowly. He stands up and begins to go crazy and THE GROUPIE screams and runs off stage. PINK throws things on the stage around.)

PINK: (loudly)

Run to the bedroom,

In the suitcase to the left,

You'll find my favorite axe.

This is just a passing phase,

One of my bad days.

Would you like to watch TV?

Or get between the sheets?

Or contemplate the silent freeway?

Would you like something to eat?

Would you like to learn to fly?

Would'ya?

Would you like to see me try?

(PINK throws the chair and the guitar into the stage's pit or into the wings, depending on the type of stage.)

Would you like to call the cops?

Do you think it's time I stopped?

Why are you running away?

(PINK throws the television offstage.)

TAKE THAT, FUCKERS!

(PINK is in a daze. He goes up to the somewhat finished wall and sits up against the left side of it. The middle section of the wall is still not built.)