Freid Chicken

 Daniel Brothers

2/7/2021

Freid Chicken

At Rise: Two sleepy people, or another smooth flowing song plays on brass instruments, the band is on stage on a carpet of some sort. A couple of people come on stage as they are putting on wigs or suspenders in order to look like a classic 50s couple. They dance a slow dance in love for a time as the lights slowly build. 

Freid: There are no Happy people. 

[The man speaking walks out from an aisle]

Freid: I may seem cynical when I say it, but it could also just be my costume. But for creatures who are forced unlike other animals to look their death in the face on a daily basis. For how could you not, in the world in which we live. For us sorry creatures there is not one human who is a happy person There are people who are happy, but there are no happy people. Are these people look happy? 

[Either plants, or a sound cue, all shout 'NO' loudly]

Freid:  No? 

[once again]

Freid: Good. They may be happy now that they have another human to hold, or another dollar in their pocket even despite their tardiness. But they will have to go home and see what is in their pocket and on their wall. No matter how long I continue talking, and the band continues playing, and the feet continue moving, eventually all of these distractions from the harsh reality of humanity will crumble away. Do you understand? 

[once again, NO!]

Freid: Then I will explain. A fish does not understand that the mouth of a shark spells death. It lives its life ignorant of anything beyond the needs of food, of shelter, of safety among the school. A deer will stand still in the face of an oncoming automobile, looking it's impending death in the face unknowing. And as soon as that deer is hit, does it feel regret for the life it did not live? Do the deer that watch on think of the car now as the villian? hmmm? 

[once again, NO!]

Freid: NO! Of course not. They just can't hear the music. Perfect bliss, you know the phrase. Some of you might get it, some of the more studious sorts, so i will highlight the other part of my phrase now, considering what we just discussed. There are no happy humans right? 

[NO!]

Freid: That was a double negative! Gotcha. But to give your response some merit, listen. I can hear it, the sound of happy people. 

[The sound of a giant custom truck muffler is heard]

Freid: But wait there is more! 

[The sounds of an ignorant political rally is heard, chanting harmful nonsensical things. The mix shifts to interviews of antivaxers, Qanon folks, flat earthers until a cacophony of ignorance is heard. More people come out to dance in 50s style outfits. Fried listens and swirls throughout the crowd ]

Freid: Listen to the sound of happiness. Like the good old days hmm? Oh how easy it is to dream of an inhuman ignorance. To be the deer in the headlights of a beautiful truck rocking big old honking mufflers rippin down a country road in this great nation of ours. Its a shame we're human, Do you enjoy being human? 

[NO!]

Freid: But do you ever plan on stopping? 

[NO!]

Freid: Good. Then maybe we can at least be happy for a while. Goodbye! 

[The actors slowly dance before one by one deciding to stop, stripping their costume pieces off casually as they make their ways to their dressing rooms. the band ends. at some point. People can leave whenever]

End