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Having a screening of Life as an Oreo at my college next month. February 12, 2013

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This is important for me. A friend suggested that this play needed to be seen again at my school and I was hesitant, but since it was filmed I said “What the heck?” and planned the event. 

Now I get the chance to actually talk about my play with the audience. After the first performance, there was no talk back and that was a dangerous thing. The play brings up some sensitive issues and people need to talk about them. 

 

I need to write another play. February 2, 2013

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I’m still stuck on the high of “Life as an Oreo”. Everyday, someone new is praising me about the play and the bold choices that I made. That’s wonderful. It’s so fulfilling because the initial response for the play wasn’t a great one.

I did the first performance of it as a senior project last December. At that time it was a one-woman show so everything fell on me–even the negative response.

I would hear of people getting offended by my words. They would call me racist and say things like “I don’t talk like that! Why would she write that?” It was like people wanted me to be quiet about the things that I felt. If someone says something inappropriate then why can’t I respond to it. It’s the right thing to do. I just used an art form to do that.

For awhile, the negative comments had me regretting writing “Oreo” because they made me feel like I did something wrong. That I stepped out of my place. Even though I haven’t suffered as my ancestors have, it made me feel a little bit of how they felt. Second class.

Then some sense found its way into me and I realized that I did everything right. I brought light to the issue of race and identity on campus. I put it in people’s minds. Did anything change? I don’t know, but at least I had people thinking about it.

The play started so many conversations on campus. My sister told me her class talked for a bit about it. There were various opinions on it and that was a good thing. Although, my sister being my sister stood up for me whenever anyone said anything bad about it.

Since it’s success at the Kennedy Center American College Theatre Festival for my region and it moving forward as a National Semi-Finalist, people have been coming out of the woodwork to get an interview or know more about it. I guess that’s how I wish it was in the beginning. You can’t have everything.

I guess the point of this is that I need stop being afraid and continue to write more theatre like “Life as an Oreo”. It’s what I do best. I want to reach the masses. I want to create theatre for people like me.

“Oreo” gave me the stepping stone.

 

Life as an Oreo by April Airriona Jones January 18, 2013

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“Life as an Oreo” is a one-act play that I wrote. It was picked as a regional semi-finalist for the Kennedy Center American College Theatre Festival. It is now a National Semi-Finalist and if it makes the next round there will be a staged concert reading at the Kennedy Center in April.

The play explores identity issues in the African American community and other things. It talks about the idea of “good hair”, interracial relationships and etc. Please pass this along if you feel compelled to do so 🙂

 

Snippet of my one woman show called “Life as an Oreo” October 10, 2012

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      MOMENT THREE

(“Runaway” by Kanye West plays as WOMAN crumbles up the post-its and discards them in the container with the rest of the props and pulls out Christie doll and a Ken doll. She turns the chair so that it as at an angle with the back facing toward stage left. The music fades out.)

WOMAN

(She holds up both of the dolls, one in each hand. She stares at them with a little smile on her face. She pushes them together as if she was going to make them kiss, but suddenly stops. She frowns.)

Urban Dictionary defines Jungle Fever as an interracial relationship, usually between a white person and a black person. Some take this term as derogatory because it makes black people out to be as animals and that we are causing this disease or “fever” that is trapping white people.

Bullshit.

One race isn’t trapping the other when these so called jungle fever relationships happen. See, what is happening is this amazing and awe-aspiring thing called mutual attraction. I see the person first and the color last and even then it’s irrelevant to me.

(She stands up and starts making pictures with the dolls.)

My family tells me that if marry a white man then I’ll be in competition with his damn dog. My friends try to explain to me that I will never know the wonders of a “mandingo”…whatever that means. Outsiders try to dissuade me by staring holes into me if I’m out with a white man or on the rare occasion get bold and verbally express their distaste. The only thing I see as my real problem in the future is learning that my choice of love will always look different to some.

Then, I guess, somewhere down the line will come to me having to beg him to cuddle with me and not his dog.

 

“The JFA” (Full Version) October 8, 2012

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The JFA

A Short Play by April Jones

October 6, 2012

CHARACTERS

LORI              asshole assassin, fit and middle aged

JAKE              asshole, mid 20s

TIME

Right now.

SETTING

Vacant wooded area.

(Single spotlight comes up on a young man, his name is JAKE. He is blindfolded and tied to a tree by ropes and wires. He is covered with scratches and bruises. There is blood around his mouth where he was obviously punched in the jaw. A brunette woman approaches JAKE, her name is LORI from stage right. She walks slowly toward JAKE. She pauses and stares at his tied up and beaten body for a few, long moments. She kicks him in the stomach. JAKE wakes up with a yell.)

JAKE

What the fuck? Why the fuck can’t I see?

(LORI stands not making any movements. A little grin appears on her face. She kicks JAKE again.)

Stop kicking me please?! (finally realizing that he’s tied up and blindfolded) What’s going on? Why can’t I see?

LORI

(laughs)

You’re a fucking idiot.

JAKE

Who are you? Let me go! Please!

LORI

Shut the fuck up! You don’t want the wolves to come for you, do you? They will eat your fucking stomach for dinner.

JAKE

What?!

LORI

Actually that may not be such a bad idea. I mean, I won’t have to blow your brains out myself.

JAKE

What the fuck? What are you talking about?

(LORI kicks JAKE in the stomach again. He yells loudly in pain. She kicks him again.)

LORI

Keep yelling. I’m sure those wolves are hungry right now.

JAKE

Stop it, you crazy bitch!

LORI

(mockingly, like a petulant child)

Jake, that’s not a nice thing to say to a woman.

JAKE

How the fuck do you know my name?

LORI

I’ll never tell you that. Just know that I know all about you and what a jackass you are.

JAKE

What the fuck?

LORI

Can’t you say anything else, you dickwad?

JAKE

This is fucked up! I’m blindfolded and tied to…a tree I guess. Just let me go. I’ll give you money…anything!

LORI

No can do.

JAKE

Why are you doing this?

LORI

Because you, Jake, are a JFA or a Jerk Face Asshole. I kill assholes like you for fun and it’s really some of the best of times.

JAKE

What the fuck? I didn’t do anything!

LORI

Are you sure about that? I think Carla will beg to differ.

JAKE

(getting very scared and struggles against the ropes and wires, injuring his wrists.)

Who the fuck are you? How do you know Carla?

LORI

Don’t you fucking listen? I know everything about you.

JAKE

Did she put you up to this? She’s just fucking with me, right?

LORI

It’s irrelevant. All you need to know is that my job tonight is to torture you like you tortured that poor girl. And being the relentless bitch that I am, this is going to be incredibly fun.

JAKE

Fuck! Let me go!

(He screams for help and LORI laughs.)

LORI

The only attention you’ll draw is those wolves.

JAKE

Fuck you!

LORI

I may be a crazy bitch, but I don’t fuck with walking STIs like you. I have to keep my health up if I’m going to be able to continue killing assholes.

Let me go, bitch or I’ll fucking kill you!

LORI

Yeah…that’s not how this works.

JAKE

Just fucking kill me then! Right the fuck now!

LORI

Now that would be too fucking easy.

JAKE

Or maybe you’re just a pussy. You’re fucking with me, aren’t you? Fucking Carla put you up to this? Huh? She’s been bitter ever since we’ve broken up. Well fuck her if she thinks she’s going to get away with this. This is crazy!

LORI

No one said anything about Carla being a part of this. Sweet girl, though.

JAKE

Well, then why the fuck are you doing this? If you’re going to kill me then I deserve to know why.

LORI

Is your head really that far up your ass? You are a piece of shit. A cheating piece of shit.

JAKE

That’s bullshit!

LORI

Really? You’re really going to lie about it given that any moment I’m going to blow your head off.

JAKE

I don’t have to admit anything to you, bitch!

LORI

You’re right.

(She leans down toward JAKE and grabs him roughly by the neck.)

You don’t have to admit a fucking thing because I already know. I watch assholes like you and saw all of the shit you pulled. Meeting up with Carla and then with another skank right afterward? Day after day. Fucking classic. I knew you had to be next on my list.

(She lets go of his neck and JAKE coughs violently trying to catch his breath.)

JAKE

(Struggles to speak)

What…the fuck?! You w-watched me?

LORI

And then one day I saw Carla come in to that same restaurant and catch you in the act with that skank. She looked so heartbroken. I knew what I had to do. And…well look here.

JAKE

Look, I didn’t mean it. Shit happens, alright?

LORI

Shit happens?

JAKE

Carla was a stuck up bitch. She never wanted to fuck or anything like that.

LORI

So because she didn’t want your dick it’s her fault?

JAKE

I’m a man!

LORI

A man doesn’t cheat on his girlfriend because she’s not putting out!

JAKE

Why do you even give a shit? A guy did you wrong? You seem like one of those stuck up bitches who never want to put out.

LORI

You’re really not doing yourself any favors right now.

JAKE

So what? You’re going to kill me anyway. I’m a dead man, right?

 LORI

The worst part about this is that you’re not even sorry. Shit! The others at least made their last words an apology before I blew their heads off.

JAKE

You won’t get away with this. Someone will find your crazy ass.

LORI

You sound like the other JFAs. I have been doing this way before you even knew with that piece of shit between your legs. No one is going to find me.

JAKE

(The sound of defeat in his voice)

You really are a relentless bitch.

LORI

I’m bored of you now. Any last words?

JAKE

Fuck, you’re really going to do it. You’re going to kill me.

(He suddenly starts crying, the stress of his ordeal finally hitting him).

You want me to be sorry right? Fine! I cheated on Carla. I fucked another girl and she found out. I’m sorry for what I did, okay? I’m sorry that I fucked her over and took her for granted. I’m sorry that I made her feel like shit. But she’s not. She was one of the best damn things to ever happen to me and I fucked up. I love her and I’m sorry.

LORI

Good.

(LORI pulls out a glock pistol from her jacket pocket.)

Now you can die knowing just how much of a fuck up you are.

(She pushes the gun against JAKE’s forehead. He let’s out a loud sob and she pulls the trigger. He immediately slumps over. She watches his dead body for a moment and then puts the gun back in her pocket. She gets up and walks off stage right.)

On to the next.

END OF PLAY

 

Snippet of my 10 Minute Play called “The JFA”

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JAKE

Well, then why the fuck are you doing this? If you’re going to kill me then I deserve to know why.

LORI

Is your head really that far up your ass? You are a piece of shit. A cheating piece of shit.

JAKE

That’s bullshit!

LORI

Really? You’re really going to lie about it given that tonight you’re going to die?

JAKE

I don’t have to admit anything to you, bitch!

LORI

You’re right.

(She leans down toward JAKE and grabs him roughly by the neck.)

You don’t have to admit a fucking thing because I already know. I watch assholes like you and saw all of the shit you pulled. Meeting up with Carla and then with another skank right afterward? Day after day. Fucking classic.

(She lets go of his neck and JAKE coughs violently trying to catch his breath.)

JAKE

(Struggles to speak)

What…the fuck?! You w-watched me?

LORI

And then one day I saw Carla come in to that same restaurant and catch you in the act with that skank. She looked so heartbroken. I knew what I had to do. And…well look here.

 

Apocalypse October 7, 2012

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“Holy shit, man. What the fuck is going on out there?” A boy around seventeen says. His friend, about the same age, shakes his head in the negative. They are both staring out of the window of an abandoned warehouse watching as a group of people, or used to be people, tackle a helpless deer.

 

“They’re fucking Zombies, you idiots.” Both boys turn around, nearly falling into each other. They see a girl, a little older than them, staring them down. She’s wearing a torn, black Rolling Stones shirt, ripped jeans and old black converses. Her hair is in a messy pony-tail and she’s carrying a ratty tan backpack. They’re terrified.

 

“Who the fuck are you?” The first boy asks. She rolls her eyes and steps closer.

 

“The name’s Colorado,” she answers. “And for the sake of not caring about your real names, I’ll give you the name Buzz for that ridiculous haircut and you’re friend over there, Weepy since he looks like he’s going to shit his pants out of fear in any second.”

 

Buzz looks at her like she’s insane. “Again, who are you?”

 

“I’m your savior, you asswipe. Now, in a few minutes, those Zombies are going to burst through this warehouse and eat your fucking brains out. If you want to keep that useless organ of yours, then you’re going to listen to me.”

 

“We don’t have to listen to you. You’re a chick.”

 

“If I didn’t have a shred of a heart left, then I would have thrown you out there myself. I’ll give you another chance,” Colorado says and pushes the two boys out of the way. She peers out of the window and turns back to them.

 

“Do you want to be like that deer?” Colorado asks and Buzz and Weepy look out the window and see the Zombies feasting on the animal’s intestines.

 

Buzz gulps.

 

“Thought so.” Colorado smiles. “Now listen to me and listen to me carefully because I’m only explaining this shit once. In situations like these there is no time for repeating things.”

 

Buzz and Weepy nod.

 

“Okay. As you can see, we’re under attack by Zombies. How? I don’t know exactly. It’s probably some chemical spill in the water or some shit. Either way, we’re fucked. There are some rules that need to be followed and to a fucking t.”

 

Buzz and Weepy nod again.

 

“Rule number 1: You are not safe. EVER. Rule number 2: Don’t be a fucking hero. If Weepy over here trips, you leave his ass and don’t look back.”

 

Weepy looks like he might cry.

 

“Rule number 3: Trust no one.”

 

“Trust no one?” Buzz says, disbelieving. “Then why are we listening to you?”

 

“You want to survive don’t you?” Colorado says.

 

“Yeah, but how do I know that you’re not going to blow my brains out or something?”

 

“Well that’s just a risk you’re going to have to take, now isn’t it?”

 

Buzz is annoyed.

 

“Rule number 4: Check the back seat. Always check the back seat.”

 

“You have a car?” Buzz asks.

 

“And you have a lot of fucking questions,” Colorado says and Buzz shuts up. This bitch is crazy. “And yes, I have a car. How do you expect us to outrun them?”

 

Before Buzz can say anything, Colorado throws something toward him. He briefly remembers those years he played baseball as a catcher and caught the object. He nearly pisses himself when he realizes it’s a gun. She throws one at Weepy and he fumbles with it, but it eventually stills in his hands. Buzz can’t find the courage to ask where she managed to find three guns.

 

“Those are for the final rule: Always aim for the head.” Colorado cocks her gun and starts walking toward the back of the warehouse.

 

“Well, are you fucktards coming or are you going to wait for the Zombies to eat you for a snack. I mean, either is fine with me.” She doesn’t wait for an answer and continues to walk toward the back.

 

Buzz and Weepy glance at each other and then outside where it looks like the Zombies are finishing. They look back where Colorado was last standing and see that she’s almost out of the back door.

 

They run.