"Victoria and Albert, Present-Day Commoners" - Video

Here is a link to a video of the performance of a one-act play that I had written, "Victoria and Albert, Present-Day Commoners," performed by The Grange Playhouse in Howell, NJ on November 10, 2019: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JOBZwqHzXn0

"Breaking the Fairy Tale Curse" - Video

One-act Sleeping Beauty parody, performed by The Grange Playhouse in Howell, NJ on November 10, 2019: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xWQZyomMTRg

Story 246: If Victoria and Albert Were Present-Day Rich Commoners

            [Based on a recent marathon-watching of PBS’s Victoria, which is based on a true story]

           

            (Victoria Hanover, CEO of Monarchy Enterprises, Inc., faces the pressures of running a multi-billion pound company after inheriting it at age 18, and of her relatives’ machinations that she ensure the company will forever “remain in the family”)

            Victoria: Mama, I’m much too busy meeting with shareholders, working on the budget for the next fiscal year, and negotiating with the employee union about their health benefits to even think about dating, let alone getting married and popping out a brood of dependents!  Who I’d then be judged for neglecting if I also still focus on the company!  Priorities, woman!

           Mama: Perhaps I and your late father’s replacement in my affections should take over the day-to-day operations until you’ve outgrown being a rebellious teenager, hm?

            Victoria: You can tell your boy toy to buzz off: neither he nor any other upstart is getting their mitts on my business, do you hear me?  Ah, would you look at that – while we’ve been arguing over inanities, our stock dropped five points!  That does it: this company is mine, I am not sharing it with anyone ever, and only in the hour I eventually die in the long-distant future will I figure out a successor, just like our greatest CEO, Grand Dame Elizabeth Tudor.  She did all right for herself, don’t you think?

            Uncle Leo: Alexandrina –

       Victoria: (Hisses) No one is to use my pre-power name: I am Victoria, Paragon of Entrepreneurship, Leader of the Business World, now and forever!

            Mama: (Mutters) Kids these days.

            Uncle Leo: Very well then, Vicky –

            Victoria: Gaah!  I will not stand for being undermined by my elders!  What is it?

          Uncle Leo: Since we have the mutual goal of wanting to take over everything, in order to prevent any hostile takeovers you should seriously consider marrying my-nephew-your-cousin Albert, thereby keeping the line pure.  For the good of the business, of course.

          Victoria: Seeing as no one would care in this day and age if I choose to remain a confirmed bachelorette, and Albert was the biggest bore the last time I saw him, that’s a resounding “No.”

          Uncle Leo: Too late: I already invited him over to check out the empire – I mean, the business.  And woo you, and all that.

            Mama: Oh splendid, I can hear the babies already!

            Victoria: And people wonder why I hate my family.

            Albert: Hello, Victoria.

            Victoria: Oh what do you want – daaaamn, Albert, you’ve gotten fine since your presence was last inflicted on me!

            Albert: Likewise.  I am only here because both my father and my uncle want me to insinuate myself into your affections and thereby take over the company for their glory, but whatever.

            Victoria: Indeed.  Well, I suppose I can’t decently send you packing just yet: I’m off to chair 10 committees and conduct an inspection of the main factory before dinner, so you can either tag along or take a flying leap, makes no difference to me.

            Albert: I will tag along and see how I can improve any processes you may be doing wrong in the company that I may or may not co-own one day, yes.

            Victoria: (Grinds teeth; addresses a board room) All right, everybody!  The proposed designs for our new logo were not bad, but I’m just not feeling it so I want a complete do-over.

            Albert: Actually, these designs are rather effective in conveying the company’s message and I admire the artistry behind them.

           Victoria: Who asked you?!  Fine, people, pick a logo from one of these, this meeting apparently is adjourned.

            Vice President Melbourne: Ma’am, since I will be retiring soon and always took a fatherly interest in your well-being, I must say that I’d like to see you settled down and happy.

            Victoria: I am happy!  And I’ll be even happier when I can figure out a way to legally move all my relatives to the Isle of Wight and out of my sight!

           Vice President Melbourne: Understood.  However, I believe a… partner, to share both the work and the profits, would make life much more pleasant.

            Victoria: (Gasps) You mean we should amalgamate?!

            Vice President Melbourne: Never mind.

            Albert: Victoria, I have completed my survey of the company’s finances, physical properties, and Human Resources.

            Victoria: Nosy.

          Albert: I have found that, on the whole, you have done a splendid job in overseeing this massive operation, especially considering your relative inexperience in the field and minimal familial support.

            Victoria: Oh.  Thank you; it’s so rare that I receive positive feedback.

         Albert: Having said that, I have compiled a report of the many, many areas that, if left unchecked, could bring this great company to complete and utter ruin.  (Holds out a monograph) Would you care to read it?

            Victoria: Not particularly, no.

            Albert: I will summarize the main points for you later, then.

            Victoria: Listen, kid –

            Albert: I am only a few months younger than you, but go on.

            Victoria: – I know you’re trying to be helpful and all, but I’ve got this.  Really.

            Albert: I see.

            Victoria: And I am happy!

            Albert: As you say.

            Victoria: I wish everybody would stop presenting what they want as something that is supposedly good for me.  Don’t I make them enough money to leave me alone?

            Albert: In my view as an outside insider, your position does seem rather lonely.  I mean, with no real friends you can trust.

            Victoria: I have friends, sort of.  Can’t get too chummy with the help, you know, and I was kept isolated all my life, what with the extreme homeschooling, the workaholic and then deceased father, the near-useless mother, and the limited affection.

            Albert: That is quite sad.  To sympathize, you should know that my mother ran off with a homewrecker when I was at a tender age, my father does… everyone, my uncle likewise and I found out recently that he may actually be my father, and my brother has all the STDs.  Literally my entire family is made up of sluts – I seriously do not know how I can be related to them; maybe I actually was adopted and no one wants to tell me.

            Victoria: You win.  So, I’ve come around a bit to the idea of a perfect match foisted on me: you seem like a nice guy, and you’re pretty smart, and could be useful in a management setting.

           Albert: Thank you.  And you also are pretty smart, and capable, and I expect you will continue to bring this company much success.

            Victoria: I appreciate that: no one seems to want to admit that I’m doing a better job than Uncle Bill did, may he rest in peace.

            Albert: He may have been a bit too old and disinterested in the work when he inherited the role, but that is just my opinion.

            Victoria: OK, then, let’s start slow: want to take me out to dinner or something blasé like that?

            Albert: I was thinking perhaps we could take each other out to dinner and, whilst we eat, possibly review the software companies currently bidding on the new accounting database?

            Victoria: I have never been so turned on before in my life.

            (A respectable amount of time passes)

           Victoria: Attention Mama, Uncle Leo, and the rest of my meddling family: I would like to announce that you may have won the battle, but we have won the war.

            Mama: Do you mean the price war with our competitor in Jersey?

            Victoria: Not in the slightest.  (Grabs Albert’s hand and drags him over next to her) Albert and I are getting married –

            Uncle Leo: Aha!  Victory is mine!

           Victoria: – and I’m appointing him Chief Operating Officer, so he can make any changes he feels necessary but all final decisions are mine.

            Uncle Leo: Of course they are.

           Albert: Yes, Uncle-Maybe-Papa, I have great plans to work with the Community Outreach and Environmental Sustainability programs, in which I hope many lives will be vastly improved by our contributions to society.

            Uncle Leo: Huh?

          Albert: Also, all the buildings are absolutely filthy and ridden with asbestos, so I will be spearheading this company’s long-overdue introduction to the 21^st century.

            Victoria: Everything you say and do is magic, my angel.

            Albert: I am retroactively so glad we were forced into this situation, mein leibchen.

            Victoria: OK everyone, back to work, and let’s turn this piddling corporation into a massive global empire to be loved and feared by all!

            Employees: Huzzah!

            Albert: You know, we also could create an empire of our own: I envision being a devoted father to lots and lots of babies, preferably more than a dozen but I will settle for 10.

            Victoria: Easy there, my love, it’s not as if we’re responsible for supplying the crown heads of Europe.  Environmental Sustainability, remember?

            Albert: You have a point.  How about seven?

            Victoria: Two.

            Albert: Five?

            Victoria: Three.

          Albert: That is sufficient, until we are blessed with more.  Now that that is settled, I will resume installing Wi-Fi networks throughout all our facilities as you prepare to host the annual gala for the Foundation.

            Victoria: And that is why we get along so well.

Story 236: Unnecessary Detours

            Captain’s Log, Sol Date 5032018: In desperate need, I have made the drastic decision to take the ship back in time, to Earth of the early 21^st century.  Let it be noted in the log that I would not have done this if there had been any other alternative – however, time is of the essence and the only way to complete our mission, and just possibly save the galaxy, is to go back in it.  Time, I mean, not the galaxy.  Computer, delete those last two sentences, I want to rephrase that.

            Computer: Unable to comply: all audio recording is permanent, so get it right the first time.

            Snippy.  Therefore, I and the ship’s Navigator have found ourselves somewhere in the middle of the continent of North America at some point in the first half of the year two thousand and eighteen.  We approximated our landing close to the coordinates of our goal; however, it was not close enough so we have been compelled to commandeer local transportation.

           (In a four-door sedan covered in motley bumper stickers, the Captain and the Navigator travel through the expanses of suburbia)

            Navigator: (Looking at a hand-held computer) There should be a hard turn to port here, sir.

            Captain: (Driving) Negative – that’s a resident’s landing strip.  Keep searching, Lieutenant.

          Navigator: Aye-aye, Captain.  (Looks down the road) There appears to be a sign that states “Detour” directly off the starboard bow, sir.

            Captain: All engines, full reverse!

            Navigator: With all due respect, sir, you have complete navigational control of this vehicle.

           Captain: Ah yes.  (Slams on the brakes; the cars behind them screech to a halt and blare their horns.  The Captain rolls down the window) At ease, citizens of Earth!

            Navigator: I also should point out, Captain –

        Captain: Yes Lieutenant, feel free to speak, what’s on your mind, don’t hold back vital information, out with it!

            Navigator: – by following the directions posted on such signs, we still should be able to arrive at our intended destination.  According to my calculations, sir.

            Captain: Very well, then: so that we do not miss any of these “Detour” signs, we will proceed at one-quarter impulse.  (Proceeds at 15 mph below the speed limit, with a line of angry, honking drivers behind them)

         Captain’s Log: Supplemental.  We have located several signs containing the same word “Detour” that appear to be leading us to our intended destination, albeit in a circuitous manner –

            Navigator: With all due respect, sir, that is literally what we had just discussed five minutes ago.

            Captain: I am catching the audience up after the commercial break, Lieutenant!

            Navigator: Aye, sir.

          Sign after sign appears on our trajectory, yet we seem to be no closer to our goal.  Plus the Navigator lately has been getting on my nerves.

            Navigator: Sir, I would be remiss if I failed to mention that you are close to passing the next sign.

            Captain: Got it!  (Cuts across two lanes of traffic to turn from the highway onto a side street, nearly causing five accidents and almost bottoming out) Well, this is a peaceful stretch of space.

            Navigator: (Shaking) It is now, sir.  (Checks computer) Our destination lies within this next starboard turn.

            Captain: At last, we can finally embark upon our mission.  (Turns the car right and is faced with a “Road Closed” sign.  Stops the car and faces the Navigator) Did we miss a sign back there?

          Navigator: (Still checking the computer) No, they all led to this point in the space-time continuum – oh.

             Captain: I do not like to hear “Oh,” Lieutenant.

           Navigator: If I am understanding the data correctly, sir, I believe that first “Detour” sign was meant for those travelers who wanted to arrive at this end of the street.

            Captain: Explain.

            Navigator: I remember there was a second sign underneath it that stated we could reach our destination on this street but that a bridge was impassable, so I presumed the intention was that we could reach our destination after navigating through the detours.  Now, however, I believe the intention was that we still could reach our destination by entering that end of the street.

            Captain: …And the detour was only if we had wanted to get to this end of the street.  (Slumps head onto the steering wheel)

          Navigator: I assume full responsibility for this error, Captain, although I think that all the time travelling we do regularly has begun to affect my judgement –

            Captain: (Sits up again and begins turning the car around, narrowly avoiding two mailboxes and a random dog) You will not berate yourself, Lieutenant!  As the senior officer, I assume full responsibility for every single action of every soul under my command, no matter who messed up what where when why and how!  (Lurches the car forward) Besides, it was a mistake anyone from a different time period could have made, don’t blame yourself, all that matters is we’re safe and that we complete our mission, and get on the sidewalk, pedestrian!  (The car reverses its course through the streets)

            Navigator: Sir, what if we have lost so much time doing all this that we are now too late to save the ship?  And the galaxy?

            Captain: Well that’s the great thing about time travel, isn’t it?  There’s no such thing as “too late,” because we can always just go back and do it all over again!