SCRIPTS | KENDRA N. KAHL
I mean, it’s still kinda funny, I guess. And true. (LEAH rolls up the bottoms of her pant legs. She sits on the edge, hanging her feet into the creek. As she dips her feet in, the CHORUS slightly ripples outward from her.) (LEAH plays with the mud and the leaves and the twigs on the ground around her hands. She digs her fingers in the mud and rolls it between her hands.) (LEAH stares at the creek. She begins to cover her arms with mud. She runs a hand down her face, through her hair. The CHORUS mirror her movements as her reflection.) I just … have this feeling? Like underneath everything. Telling me that my life isn’t real that: no matter what I do it’s wrong and I just (LEAH grips a handful of mud in her hands. She becomes fixated on the dirt as she grows more insistent.) I don’t know. I just Can’t Stop Running. That’s all there is to it.
CANYON VOICES
FALL 2020