Monday Has Its Tuesday

(A man dressed in a black suit stands with his back turned toward the empty auditorium. As he turns to hold the stand mic with his right hand, a soft spotlight highlights his chin, tilted to the ground, obscured by his hat. 

As the band hidden offstage begins to play, the man removes his hat and holds it over his heart. 

He takes a deep breath as his voice reverberates throughout the auditorium. It’s obvious that his voice is powerful. For this song, however, he holds back, as if alllowing his voice to be free will bring him to his knees.

As he sings, he looks at the stage floor.) 

Monday has its Tuesday 

The night has the sun 

Standing here alone

Feeling undone

Presence is a choice 

Time is short for all

I’m losing myself

and becoming small

You shine your light to others

Without a second thought

When I’m here waiting

Slowly losing the plot

(Chorus)

I need your energy

both laughter and desire

smile when you see me

always wanting to know more

I’m losing myself

I feel like a chore

Monday has its Tuesday

The night has the sun

Standing here alone

Feeling undone

(As he sings the last two lines, he raises his head to finish)

I guess I’ll wait 

Even though I’m gone

(He bends to place his hat on the floor, flooded by the spotlight. He sighs and shrugs, exiting stage left.)

X.