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Rocks!
Junior Script
by
Steve Titford
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TRACK 1: OVERTURE
PROLOGUE
(As the house lights dim, the music begins and the set is revealed. On one side,
Will’s study takes up about a third of the stage. There is a writing desk with a quill,
an inkpot and some parchment on which sits a skull. A single wooden chair sits
behind the table. The rest of the set resembles the stage of The Globe Theatre.)
(The choir enters during the music. As the music finishes, two characters enter:
Aubrey, the pretentious director of the ‘Rough Shakespeare Company’ along with Al
- a down-to-earth assistant. Aubrey is holding a tatty old diary. They introduce the
show to the audience.)
(Aubrey opens the diary. Will enters, vainly running his hands through his long hair
and caressing his beard.)
AUBREY: (Reading from the diary over the music.) 4th June 1592. Had a
fantastic afternoon at the hairdresser’s – a full wash and shampoo, split-
ends removed – felt like a new man.
(Ollie, Will’s assistant, enters holding a pamphlet. Ollie gives the pamphlet to Will,
who reads it anxiously.)
AUBREY: (Still reading.) Sadly, my good mood was not to last. This evening my
assistant, Ollie, secretly obtained Robert Greene’s scathing review of my
recent work.
(Will angrily throws the pamphlet on the floor and storms offstage. Ollie picks up the
pamphlet and follows him. Aubrey and Al exit. Music continues into the next scene.)
(As the music continues, Will’s family enter: his wife Anne, along with their children
Susanna, Judith and Hamnet. Anne bustles around the study with a feather duster.
Hamnet takes the skull from the desk and the children examine it. The music
finishes.)
ANNE: Hamnet, darling. Daddy’s skull is not a toy – please be careful with it.
HAMNET: Of course mother. (He waits until Anne resumes cleaning then
whispers.) Judith - catch! (He throws the skull to Judith.)
WILL: (Stomping onstage.) That swaggering rascal! (He throws himself on
his chair and sulks.)
ANNE: Sweetheart, whatever’s the matter? (Ollie enters and hands her the
pamphlet for her to read.) Oh!
JUDITH: (Reading the pamphlet from her mother’s side.) Johannes Factotum
– what does that mean?
OLLIE: (As if speaking to a very young child.) It means your Daddy does
many things but they’re all a bit rubbish.
WILL: Blooming cheek! (Jumping up from his chair.) I’ll show that Robert
gormless Greene! That mouldy rogue! I shall write a folio of brilliant new
plays and perform them with my friends. I shall become so respected
and famous that my name will live on for centuries. Hundreds of years
from now, every school child in England will be forced to study my work!
SUSANNA: Father?
WILL: Susanna, my princess. (He puts his hand on Susanna’s shoulder.)
We’ll be rich. We’ll have a nice big house and we’ll hire someone to
clean it so your poor mother doesn’t have to.
ANNE: But I like cleaning!
WILL: Ollie, put ‘mouldy rogue’ in my Book of Insults, would you? I’ll be needing
that later.
OLLIE: Right away, sir! (Retrieves a giant ‘Book of Insults’ from under the
desk and begins writing with the quill.)
WILL: Anne, (taking her hand) my darling wife. Give me three years and I’ll
give you the wonderful William Shakespeare – Bard of Warwickshire!
(Blackout. Everyone exits. The song continues into the next scene.)
(A group of Minstrels enter. Some of them have instruments - amongst them a violin,
recorder, lute, trumpet and drum. They mime the prominent parts throughout the
song. The remaining Minstrels stand with their hands behind their backs and sing
the first chorus. Lights up.)
(The Recorder Player Minstrel leaps forward and mimes. The singing Minstrels put
on sunglasses and switch to a ‘cool’ stance for the following rap.)
MINSTRELS: YO!
MINSTREL 1: WE'LL TELL YOU 'BOUT THE MAN, WE CALL HIM WILL-E-AM
MINSTREL 2: HE WROTE THE GREATEST PLAYS AND POEMS IN ING-GER-LAND!
MINSTREL 3: HE WAS A SERIOUS, LITERATE GENIUS
MINSTREL 4: GAVE INNOVATION, INSPIRATION TO ALL OF US!
(Will enters, walking across the stage carrying a script. A few seconds later, a
screaming group of Fans run on stage and chase him. Some Fans are waving
posters of Will in the hope of getting an autograph. Before the chorus ends, Will runs
offstage and the Fans follow him.)
MINSTRELS: YEAH!
MINSTREL 1: BORN BY THE AVON, PERFORMED IN LONDON
MINSTREL 2: KNEW QUEEN ELIZABETH AND KING JAMES THE FIRST
MINSTREL 3: HE WAS A FLY GUY, HIS STYLE WILL NEVER DIE
MINSTREL 4: HIS STORIES WILL BE TOLD AND RETOLD IN VERSE
(Will enters again, running into the Minstrels. The Minstrels block Will’s escape, link
arms with him and force him into a can-can dance.)
(Everyone freezes.)
(The screaming Fans enter again. Will runs offstage and through the audience. The
Fans and Minstrels follow him.)
(Will enters once more, out of breath. Ollie enters and leads him ‘indoors’ to the
safety of his study, where they examine Will’s script.)
(The Minstrels and Fans enter in a conga, dancing in time to the music. Some Fans
are now waving pom-poms. By the end of the song, the Minstrels and Fans have
marched around the stage and are now waiting expectantly at the ‘front door’ of
Will’s study.)
MINSTRELS: WORD!
(Ollie walks over to the ‘front door’ and mimes opening it slowly.)
OLLIE: (Examining the invisible handle and turning back to Will.) Sir, I think
you should consider getting the door fixed!
WILL: Hmm, to creak or not to creak? That is the question.
FAN 2: (Pointing.) Someone’s coming out!
FANS: Hooray!
FAN 3: (Fainting into the arms of Fan 4.) Ohhhh!
FAN 4: (Looks around at everyone before dropping Fan 3 and pointing at
the door.) That’s not Will!
OLLIE: Good people of London, Mister Shakespeare thanks you for your loyal
support…
FANS: Hooray!
OLLIE: …but he is very busy and cannot sign any autographs today.
FANS: (Hanging their heads.) Aww!
OLLIE: Now, please be on your way. Good day to you all. (Mimes slamming
the door.)
(The Fans and Minstrels mutter discontentedly and exit, dragging the unconscious
Fan 3 offstage.
WILL: Thank you Ollie. Now, what do you think of the new play?
OLLIE: It’s great. But I’m not sure we have enough boys to play all the women
characters. They’re growing up too fast.
TRACK 6: GIRLS
(Blackout. Will and Ollie exit. Music continues into the next scene.)
AUBREY: (Reading from the diary over the music.) 4th June 1595. I will never
understand this idiotic aversion to real women performing on stage. It is
becoming harder to find suitable young men who are willing to dress up
as female characters.
AL: (Reading over the music.) Auditions must be managed with a keen eye
and a firm hand. I therefore entrust them with Richard ‘Burley’ Burbage –
the arrogant, loud-mouth star of our theatre company.
(The Men and Women stand to attention. Burbage enters with a swagger and
brandishes a cane. The scene resembles a military drill.)
BURBAGE: (Standing with his hands on hips, shouting all his lines in the style
of a British drill sergeant.) I am the famous Richard 'Burley' Burbage!
And whether I’m dressed as a man or a woman, I always look drop dead
gorgeous. (Throws his hair back and blows a kiss at the audience.)
NIC: Okay, boys, let’s see what you got! Hands on your hips!
(Everyone pouts.)
BURBAGE: (Swaggers along the line then points cane at Man 3.) You, boy! Give
me Romeo and Juliet, act 2, scene 2, Juliet!
MAN 3: (Steps forward, clears throat and speaks gruffly.) Oh Romeo,
Romeo. Wherefore art thou…
NIC: Terrible! (Points cane at Man 4.) You! King Lear, act 1, scene 1,
Cordelia!
MAN 4: (Steps forward, clears throat and speaks croakily.) I love your
Majesty. According to my bond…
NIC: Pathetic! And get rid of that beard!
BURBAGE: You, there! (Points his cane at Woman 1 and surveys her.) Nice
figure, flowing hair. This is more like it!
WOMAN 1: Thank you, sir.
BURBAGE: You’re not a real girl, are you?
WOMAN 1: No. (Clears throat and puts on an a deep voice.) No sir!
NIC: And what about you?! (Points cane at Woman 2.)
WOMAN 2: (Putting on a deep voice.) I’m all-man! (Flexes her muscles.)
NIC: Good! Because show business is not for girls!
(Nic and Burbage always sneer and perform a girly gesture whenever they say
‘girls’.)
BURBAGE: There are no girls allowed! Do you all have the guts to play girls?
ALL: Sir, yes sir!
NIC: Then we have work to do!
ALL: HO!
NIC: LIKE A LADY GO OO-OO!
ALL: OO-OO!
BURBAGE AND
NIC: EVERYBODY SAY YEH YEH!
BURBAGE: Now we're getting somewhere! However, I suspect there are real girls in
our ranks and we need to luuuure them out! Nic, you know what to do.
NIC: Yes, sir.
(Nic walks to the edge of the stage and retrieves a pair of gaudy high-heeled shoes.)
NIC: Shoes! Get your free shoes here! (Waves the shoes teasingly.)
AUBREY: (Reading from the diary over the music.) 2nd May 1599. It has long
been a dream of mine that our theatre company, the “Lord
Chamberlain's Men”, would have a permanent home. For the past few
months, we have been building that dream in London - The Globe
Theatre.
(Aubrey and Al exit. The Builders mime simple tasks throughout the song - digging,
hammering, sawing, painting etc.)
(The Builders move to the back of the stage and continue working. Two Box Office
Attendants enter with a wad of large tickets and a money pot. They use Will's table as
a stall to sell the tickets. During the second verse, various Theatregoers and a
Heckler enter - each paying a penny and receiving a ticket on the way in. They admire
the theatre, pointing at different things before sitting or kneeling at the sides of the
stage.)
(Various Beer Sellers and Apple Sellers enter and peddle their goods amongst the
Theatregoers.)
(Burbage, Nic and several more Actors from the Lord Chamberlain's Men enter. They
spread themselves around the stage in various theatrical poses. Ollie enters then
introduces Will and Anne to the audience. Everybody faces front and sings.)
(Will and Anne enter holding hands. Anne gazes around in amazement. Will nods
approvingly.)
(Anne and Ollie go and sit with the Theatregoers. All the Actors and Builders dance
while everyone else sways in time to the music.)
GROUP 1: GROUP 2:
SHOW IN THE GLOBE DIG IT! HA! HOO-HA!
SHOW IN THE GLOBE HIT IT! HA! HOO-HA!
SHOW IN THE GLOBE WORK IT! HA! HOO-HA!
BUILD IT UP!
(The song finishes and the Theatregoers applaud. The Builders exit and Two
Minstrels enter each holding a trumpet.)
ACTOR 1: Ladies and gentlemen please be upstanding for her Royal Highness,
The Queen.
(The Trumpeter Minstrels mime to the fanfare. The Queen enters. Everyone stands
for the duration of the fanfare then returns to their position. The Actors exit.)
WILL: Your Majesty, what a pleasure it is to see you here. (He bows to The
Queen).
ANNE: Street, the architect is here. He has the bill for you.
ANNE: (To Street.) You and your builders have done a wonderful job.
STREET: Thank you, madam. (Hands Will a rolled up scroll.)
(Will takes the scroll and undoes the tie. The scroll unrolls to a length of about two
metres. Anne gasps. Will whimpers.)
(Street slaps Will on the back and exits along with the builders.)
ANNE: Sweetheart, hurry. The show starts in one minute! (She ushers him
offstage and retakes her position with the Theatregoers.)
(An Apple Seller and Beer Seller walk out amongst the real audience.)
APPLE SELLER: Apples! Anyone for a nice fresh apple full of nutritious meaty maggots?!
(Takes a bite from one of the apples and approaches someone in
the audience.) Crunchy on the outside, chewy on the inside! Mm, mm!
BEER SELLER: (Swaying about drunkenly with slurred speech.) Beer! Beer for shale!
Who wants shum beer! (Swigs from the jug and approaches
someone in the audience.) Ish vewy nishe. Wha' are you looking at?!
(Turns to someone else.) I love yooouuuu!
(Trumpeter-Minstrel 1 mimes to the music. The Beer Seller exits staggering. Will and
the Actors enter and stand theatrically. Trumpeter-Minstrel 2 mimes to the fluffed
note. The music finishes and the Actors say their lines dramatically.)
(Blackout.)
AUBREY: (Reading from the diary over the music.) 29th June 1613. It has been
just over fourteen years since we opened the Globe.
AL: Fourteen years and nothing interesting happened?
AUBREY: Plenty of things happened, Al, but we don’t have time to cover them.
AL: Such as what?
AUBREY: Well, let's see. (Thumbing back through the diary and remarking
flippantly.) Queen Elizabeth died…James became King…More
plays….Hamlet, Othello, The Winter's Tale, The Tempest, blah blah
blah.
AL: Anything else?
AUBREY: (Still thumbing.) The Gunpowder Plot…People coming over all dead
because of The Plague.
AL: (Sarcastically.) So nothing important, then?
AUBREY: (Ignores Al.) Now where were we? (Finds page.) Ah yes...
(Continues reading.) Following its successful debut, we are to stage a
second run of The Scottish Play, as it is now called - owing to the
ridiculous notion that to mention the play's proper name will bring bad
luck.
AL: A play with an unlucky name? Oh, you mean Mac…
AUBREY: No! Not here, not now!
AL: (Reading.) This fear stems from my supposed use of real spells in the
text - all poppycock, of course, but it has made the play a bestseller. It is,
however, making rehearsals a nightmare.
(Aubrey and Al exit. The music finishes. A Director enters holding a script.)
DIRECTOR: Ok, here we go, darlings. Will's done a little rewrite here. Act one, scene
one. Enter the…Superstitious Sorcerers.
(Numerous Sorcerers enter. They stand hunch-backed and huddled into three
groups. The music finishes.)
DIRECTOR: Beth, Babs and Beryl, you're on. (Sits on Will's chair.)
(The Three Head Sorcerers - Beth, Babs and Beryl enter and each stand in front of a
group.)
(The Sorcerers wave their hands in the air, tremble their fingers and cackle.)
(Everyone falls silent. The Minstrels shuffle awkwardly to one side. The Sorcerers
recite part of the play. As they say their lines, each group stands up straight - arms
outstretched and fingers trembling, before returning to their hunch-backed stance.)
BETH'S
GROUP: When shall we all meet again, in thunder, lightning, or in rain?
BABS'S
GROUP: When the hurlyburly's done, when the battle's lost and won.
BERYL'S
GROUP: That will be ere the set of sun.
BETH'S
GROUP: Where the place?
BABS'S
GROUP: Upon the heath.
BERYL: There to meet with Mac…
(Everyone gasps.)
MAC: Banquo, my friend. So foul and fair a day I have not seen.
BANQUO: Eh?
MAC: It's raining, bog breath! However, I'm in a good mood because of my
recent victory on the battlefield.
BANQUO: Oh, okay!
BERYL: A drum, a drum!
(The Cymbal-Playing Minstrel elbows the Drum-Playing Minstrel, who drums loudly
for two seconds before stopping.)
DIRECTOR: And cut! (Stands up and struts across the stage.) There's too much
ad-libbing! Look, Mac, darling.
MAC: My name is Mac…
SORCERERS: Shh!
BANQUO: What, your real name is Macb…
SORCERERS: Shh!
MAC: No, stop interrupting! It's Mac…
SORCERERS: Shh!
MAC: ...Donald!
SORCERERS: Oh, right!
BANQUO: So your real name is MacDonald?
MAC: Yes!
BANQUO: Not Macb…
SORCERERS: Shh!
DIRECTOR: Will you stop that!
BETH: Don't you know that name is cursed?!
BABS: Beth, sweetheart. They're from out of town.
BANQUO: (Pointing at Beth.) Wait, your name is Beth?
BETH: Yes.
BANQUO: That’s funny, I thought you said Macb…
SORCERERS: Shhhhhhhhhhh!
MAC: So how are we going to get through this play without spraying the
audience with spit?
SORCERERS: Don't Mention Mac!
BANQUO: Can someone explain, why?
ALL: SHH!
WOO! WOO!
BIDDILY-BODDILY BIDDILY-BODDILY
BE BOP BOP
(The song finishes and everyone holds for applause, except Beth – who hasn’t
realised that the song has finished.)
BETH: (Doing a silly dance and singing on her own.) Dooby, dooby, dooby,
dooby, dooby, doo! Make sure you don’t mention Mac!
ALL: (Angrily to Beth.) Beth! (Everyone gasps.) Oh no!
SORCERER 1: We just said the forbidden name! What do we do?
SORCERER 2: We have to perform the ritual!
SORCERER 3: What ritual?
SORCERER 4: We have to spin around three times then say a naughty word!
SORCERER 5: It can't be too naughty, my Mum's watching!
SORCERER 4: There's a dictionary here. (Retrieves a dictionary from under Will's
desk.) Let's find a naughty word in this!
(Sorcerer 4 opens the dictionary and stands centre-stage. Everyone gathers round.)
(Everyone sniggers.)
(Everyone takes a deep breath. Bernie Bottom, the cannon operator, enters -
covered in soot, clothes torn and breeches burnt.)
ALL: Bottom?!
DIRECTOR: (Pointing.) It's Bernie Bottom! The cannon operator! What happened to
you?!
BERNIE: The Globe! The Globe has burnt down!
ALL: Burnt down?!
BERNIE: My cannon misfired during Henry the Eighth and the roof went up in
flames.
MAC: Was anyone hurt?
BERNIE: No. But my breeches caught fire!
BANQUO: How did you put them out?
(Blackout. Everyone exits. The music continues into the next scene.)
(The stage is littered with scorched debris (see “Props.” List). Romeo enters and lies
unconscious centre stage. Lights up. The music finishes. Juliet enters.)
JULIET: Romeo, Romeo. Pwar! This smoke smells like school dinners! Where on
earth are you, Romeo?
LUTENIST: (To Recorder Player.) I thought his name was Julian! (To Juliet.) You
mean ….
MINSTRELS: (Together.) You’re not a man-dressed-as-a-woman?!
JULIET: Er…
RECORDER
PLAYER: You are, in fact…
MINSTRELS: (Together.) A woman…dressed-as-a-man-dressed-as-a woman?!
JULIET: Well…
MINSTRELS: (Together.) And your name is…Juliet, not…Julian?!
ROMEO: Please don't tell anyone! I know there are no girls allowed. We'll both
lose our jobs!
LUTENIST: What does it matter now? (Melodramatic.) We have lost our loved
ones to the flames!