Finding The Way

There's a visitor from out of town, arrives in Fineville, looking for directions to Triumph.

But unfortunately, it's not all that simple. After all to get to Triumph you may have to go through scary places like Humiliation and others, which is no fun, but it often happens, so be prepared, ask the right people for directions.  This drama is all about knowing the way you may be required, to go . . when you don't know where the journey might lead. Perhaps a good place to start is by asking, then considering and refining, then and only then you might be assured to find The Way, right through to Triumph.

Cast:  2

• Roy, service station attendant
• Rhonda, a visitor from New York, visiting a little town in Nowhereeville

Bible Reference:   John 14:6

Set:  backdrop or items to indicate gas station

Lighting:   standard

Sound:   wireless mics if available

Song: none

SFX:  Sound of car pulling up, brakes squeal, car door slams.

Costumes:    work clothing for Roy, leisure dress (with high heel shoes) for Rhonda.

Props:

Special Instructions:   none

Time:   12

SFX:  Sound of car pulling up, brakes squeal, car door slams.

Sample of Script:

SFX:  Sound of car pulling up, brakes squeal, car door slams.

Lights up, Rhonda approaches service station attendant, Roy.

Rhonda: Good afternoon.

Roy: Maam.

Rhonda: I was wondering if you could give me some directions. I’m trying to find the way.

Roy: Maybe could. Maybe couldn’t. Depends.

Rhonda: Depends? On what?

Roy: Depends on where to, how and when. You new to these parts, are ya?

Rhonda: These parts, er, yes, yes I’m not from here. I’m just in from the city.

Roy: I ‘spected as much. Fancy clothes. High heels.

Rhonda: Fancy clothes? High heels? What gives, doesn’t anyone in this town . .

Roy: . . . Fineville.

Rhonda: Fine, Fineville, doesn’t anyone in Fineville wear high heels?

Roy: Only women, that’s all.

Rhonda: In case you didn’t notice, I am a woman.

Roy: I ‘spected as much. Yup.

Rhonda: Look, please, I’m kind of lost. I wonder, can you help me find my way.

Roy: Like I said, maybe could. Maybe couldn’t. Depends. You want ta know ‘bout gittin’ ta somewheres in New York City, likely caint help ya. Same’s in Los Angeles or London, England, I reckon.

Rhonda: But this is not New York, and it’s not Los Angeles, its, its . . .

Roy: Fineville, maam, sure is.

Rhonda: Alright, Fineville, anyway, can you help me with finding my way please?

Roy: Like I sez, . . . .

Rhonda: . . . don’t tell me, depends! I am trying to find the way . . .

Roy: Oh, that’s easy. The way. Yup, no problem.

Rhonda: Oh, good! So, which direction do I go?

Roy: Depends.

Rhonda: What do you mean, depends?

Roy: Depends. Ya wants ta go to or come from.

Rhonda: Do you realize how exasperating you are?