大学综合英语第二册基础英语2何兆熊课文14

THE WEDDING STORYby Julianne Homokay CHARACTERS STORYTELLER, a storyteller. A soothing presence. Male or female, doesn't matter, as long as hugs are inspired. BRIDE, the "perfect" bride. GROOM, the "perfect" groom. SCENE A land where grass is always green, the sun is always shining, and fences are always white picket. TIME A sunny day in sunny June, the height of the perfect wedding season. In Vermont.Lights up on the STORYTELLER reading from a leather-bound volume with gilded pages.STORYTELLER: (closing the volume) The End. Good night, sleep tight, dont let the bedbugs bite. What? You want to hear another one? But its a school night. Okay, okay, just this once. Im such a pushover. What type of story shall we hear? (ad lib. if the audience yells out suggestions) How about a fairy tale for our times? A field of dreams fenced in by white picket, a story of the young man and woman we all hope to be someday? Too bad, thats what youre getting.(The STORYTELLER opens the volume back up. Lights up on BRIDE and GROOM in traditional garb standing on top of a wedding cake.)Once upon a time there was a young woman, pretty as a day in June.(The BRIDE does the royal wave.)A young man stood by her side, smart as a whip and handsome as a polo horse.(The GROOM salutes.)They met in high school and fell in love on a merry day in May.(The BRIDE and GROOM whisper to each other.)Before long, the young man dropped to his knee, pulled a diamond from his pocket, and won the young womans hand in marriage.BRIDE: Uh, excuse us, Mr. Storyteller?(The STORYTELLER looks back at them, confused. The BRIDE and GROOM smile and wave. The STORYTELLER waves back.)STORYTELLER: Moving right along. With the blessings of their compatibleBRIDE: Mr. Storyteller!STORYTELLER: Excuse me a moment. (to BRIDE) Yes, what is it?BRIDE: We didnt exactly meet in high school.STORYTELLER: Yes you did, it says so right here.BRIDE: We met in a bar.GROOM: And we dated on and off for five years while she experimented with foreigners.STORYTELLER: How nice. Well. For our purposes, lets say you met in high school, shall we? (back to the kids) So. With the blessings of their compatible families, the young man and woman were to be Bride and Groom.BRIDE: (to GROOM) Wait a minute. As I recall, you kept breaking it off.GROOM: What?BRIDE: Yeah. Then youd want me back the minute I had a new boyfriend.GROOM: You certainly didnt waste any time running into the arms of the first guy who had an accent.STORYTELLER: (to BRIDE and GROOM) Sssssh. Lets dont argue in front of the impressionable youngsters. (to children) The bride soon set in on the wedding preparations.BRIDE: (to GROOM) I never realized you were a racist.GROOM: Im not, I was fine with the fact youd slept with black men.BRIDE: Youre assuming that “racism” automatically refers to African-Americans. Isnt that a form of racism itself?STORYTELLER: Excuse me, maam, sir, firmie those bouches so I can return to the story thank you.GROOM: By all means. Dont let anything silly like our issues get in your way.STORYTELLER: Look, will you play along? The children will have ample opportunity to be disillusioned later, lets just have a nice bedtime story, okay? Okay. (to the children) AS I WAS SAYING, the preparations. They were to be married in a beautiful churchGROOM: (under his breath) Drive-thru chapel in Vegas.STORYTELLER: -followed by an elegant reception at an old inn in Vermont .BRIDE: (under her breath) Back room at the Star Dust Lounge.STORYTELLER: The bride put Martha Stewart to shame as she had the evening designed to the last detailGROOM: (to BRIDE) Ha! That really sounds like you.STORYTELLER: -from the linen napkins to the centerpieces of purple freesia and Italian ruscus.BRIDE: (to GROOM) I think he was invited to someone elses wedding.GROOM: And why is he assuming the bride always has the taste? Does it never occur to anyone that the groom might want to participate? I worked my way through law school as a floral designer, thats how I know freesia is all wrong for a centerpiece, except maybe as an accent flower.BRIDE: You were a floral designer?GROOM: You need to base your arrangement on a more substantial bloom, like a lily or an orchid.BRIDE: Brad, is there something you want to tell me?STORYTELLER: Actually, there is something I want to tell these youngsters so they can get to bed at a decent hour. THE STORY.BRIDE: Well huffy huff huff.STORYTELLER: SO, they had their flawless reception for 300 guests at a turn-of-the-century inn in Vermont BRIDE: You know, were not from Vermont . Weve never even been to Vermont .STORYTELLER: -at which all had a delightful time.GROOM: (to BRIDE) What do you mean is there something I want to tell you?STORYTELLER: Immediately following the splendid receptionBRIDE: I mean, is there something you havent been honest with me about? With yourself about?GROOM: Like what?STORYTELLER: The bride, at the tender age of 24(The GROOM laughs out loud.)WHAT? WHAT