| Pop:
Central state library, stardate (whatever
the date is plus 300 years). I
must make haste, for I fear my arrest is
imminent. Although I never
discovered the exact day on which the music
died, it is clear to me that
an ancient entertainment phenomenon known
as Pop Idol played a central
role. It seems that the Globalsoft Corporation
acquired the franchise
and replaced the human contestants with
computer generated cyber
celebrities. With no cultural stimulation,
the kids stopped caring.
Democratic government collapsed - and the
age of GaGa had dawned.
/(A green cage of
laser light appears around POP. KHASHOGGI
and two
MINIONS appear behind him) /
Khashoggi:
Oh my. Oh my, oh my, what's this? Do I
see a little silhouetto of a spy?
Pop:
Bummer.
Khashoggi:
Tell me, old man. Why do you concern yourself
so much with what is past?
Pop:
Because it is only the past which gives
us hope.
Khashoggi:
But you've read the secret histories. Surely
you've learnt that there is
no hope.
Pop:
There is always hope!
/(He waves his arm
and burns it in the green laser) /
Hope is our birthright!
Khashoggi:
Then where is it? Where is this 'hope'?
Pop:
Any way the wind blows.
Khashoggi:
What do you know of the term 'living rock'?
Pop:
No more than that which the legend promises.
That salvation is to be
found there, at the place of the champions,
and that a bright, bright
star will show the way!
Khashoggi:
Oh, god, I hate hippies! Consign this miserable
creature to the Seven
Seas of Rhye. //
/(the MINIONS put
an orange helmet on POP's head) /
Pop:
Make love, not war!
/(POP and the MINIONS
descend into the stage. KHASHOGGI waits
to one
side for a moment to watch the school steps
slide on stage, then leaves.
Standing on the steps are three TEACHERS
and the GAGA KIDS) /
Teachers and Kids:
**
*We sit alone and watch your light
Our only friend, through teenage nights
And everything we want to get
We download from the internet *
*No need to think, no need to feel
When only cyberspace is real
It makes us laugh
It makes us cry
It makes us feel like we can fly
(Globalsoft)
Hope to record our life online
Touch any key, the world is mine
We're lost in space
But we don't care
Without your light our world's not there
Complete control, you are the power
Our lives are programmed by the hour
Globalsoft (Globalsoft)
All we hear is radio Ga Ga
Video Goo Goo
Internet Ga Ga
All we hear is cyberspace Ga Ga
Marketing Blah Blah
Always something new
Globalsoft, all your world loves you
We watch our shows
We watch your stars
Across our screens for hours and hours
We hardly need our eyes or ears
We just log on and dreams appear
(Globalsoft)
We're not alone
We have our friends
On cyber love we can depend
So stick around cos we'd all miss you
We need our graphics
Need our visual
Complete control, you are the power
We use our lives up by the hour
Globalsoft (Globalsoft)
All we hear is radio Ga Ga
Video Goo Goo
Internet Ga Ga
All we hear is cyberspace Ga Ga
Marketing Blah Blah
Always something new
Globalsoft, all your world loves you
Loves you*
/(GALILEO comes on
stage and lurks behind the pillars) /
Voice:
Students of Virtual High, school's out.
Get out there and have some fun.
Gaga Kids:
Hurrah! Hurrah!
/(the KIDS and two
of the TEACHERS leave the stage. One TEACHER
remains
and addresses GALILEO) /
Teacher:
Hey mate, go out and celebrate! School's
finished - your life is just
beginning!
Galileo:
G-g-good! The s-s-sooner it begins the
s-s-sooner it's over with.
Teacher:
Oh, come on, mate! You have so much potential.
You could get a job in
any division of Globalsoft you choose, yeah?
How about - music programming!
Galileo:
I don't want to programme music. I want
to make music, real music, my
own music!
Teacher:
Hey mate! Cool it! Now listen, www/Gordon@theJoneses.com.
/(everyone in the
audience who's even vaguely internet-savvy
cringes)/
Galileo:
My name is Galileo Figaro.
Teacher:
No, nobody is called Galileo Figaro. Where
on Planet Mall did you come
up with that?
Galileo:
I found it. In a dream. I have these dreams,
see:.and I hear noises.
Screeching, thudding, b-b-banging noises:.and
words. Words just drop
into my head. Too many words. Help - I need
somebody. /(GALILEO
clutches
at TEACHER) /Help! Not just anybody!
Teacher:
I understand. I feel your pain. But come
on, mate! You live in a perfect
world. What more could you possibly want?
Galileo:
**
*I want to break free
I want to break free
I want to break free from your lies
You're so self-satisfied, I don't need you
I've got to break free
God knows, God knows I want to break free
*
/(TEACHER exits, shaking
her head) /
*I've fallen in love
I've fallen in love for the first time
In love with a world that's for real
I've fallen in love, yeah
God knows, God knows I've fallen in love
It's strange but it's true
I know I'm different and there's some things
I have to do
But I have to be sure
When I walk out that door
Oh how I want to be free, baby
Oh yeah, I've got to be free
Oh yeah, I want to break free
This existence is wrong
I can't get used to living without, living
without
Living without hope, it's a lie
I don't want to live alone
God knows, I've got to make it on my own
So people can't you see
God knows I've got to
God knows I need to
God knows I want to break free
*
/(green laser cage
appears around GALILEO. KHASHOGGI and TEACHER
enter
stage right) /
Khashoggi:
You say this boy wants to make his own
music?
Teacher:
Yes. The little freak says he hears it
in his dreams.
Khashoggi:
And he is aware that music other than that
programmed by the Globalsoft
Corporation is illegal? The act of an individual?
Teacher:
Of course - but he doesn't care.
Khashoggi:
Has he ever tried to make a musical instrument?
Teacher:
Once, in technicial studies. He was caught
trying to stretch plastic
string across an empty lunchbox.
Khashoggi:
Did he:.pluck it?
Teacher:
Yes, but claims he didn't know why.
Khashoggi:
I think I shall have to talk to this boy.
/(the green lasers
disappear and GALILEO sinks into the floor)
/
Teacher:
Goodbye - mate!
Khashoggi:
Are there any other potential Bohemians
in this year's graduation group,
or is he the only one?
Teacher:
I'm sorry to have to report that there
is one other. A repulsive
creature - a girl.
/(SCARAMOUCHE enters
on the school steps stage left, as KHASHOGGI
and
TEACHER exit stage right) /
Scaramouche:
*I want to break free
I want to break free
I want to break free from your lies
You're so self-satisfied, I don't need you
I've got to break free
God knows, God knows I want to break free
*
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