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"Vincent (Starry, Starry Night)" by Don Mclean (Performed by Sara)

I stroll on to the stage, Hair pulled up simply, paint splattered across my skin, face and clothing. I wear a simple pair of tight jeans, and white tank top. A black Barret atop my hair.I wore a black paint splattered jacket. A simple song in mind, I know my performance may not be the most spectacular, but maybe I'm trying for emotion. My ear is bandaged in respect.

I bow gently to all of you. carrying In box, a big sketchpad and a art stand.

I will be doing an Interpretation of Don McLean's "Vincent" also under the name "starry, starry night"

I moved softly to center stage, As The music started, the sound of guitar filling the room. A soft version I mixed myself, complete with Violin and flute accompanying it. I place the canvas on the stand so that it's tilted slightly toward you, so you know I'm doing this on the spot. I take the box out, Vibrant colors in my hand, I smile at you as I begin to sing, moving carefully, as though a puppet pulled by strings. I twirled around the canvas a stack of Oil pastels in hand. I stopped again in front of the Sketch pad and bowed, as I began to move my colors gracefully across the page. My voice floating almost haunting as I sung.

Starry, starry night
Paint your palette blue and Grey
Look out on a summer's day
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul

I smirk slightly as The lighting dims softly and beginning to shift colors, moving into blues and Grey's. A screen behind me lights up as a sun moves across a drawn earth, moving between images of Vincent Van gogh Paintings and the pausing on His "starry starry night" painting as the image swirled gently. I began once again to gracefully dance around the art stand, Looking to you and bowing, acting almost like a doll and yet my eyes filled with emotion as the image behind me shifts into a big eye with a black background.
Shadows on the hills
Sketch the trees and daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chills
In colors on the snowy linen land

I returned to my drawing, again moving my hand as if moved by another force, I continue as I look to you tilting my head softly, my voice rising.
Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen
They did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now

I smiled at the group of You, dancing toward you, then stiffing as though pushed. I fall back to the floor, then look up as if pleading to be listened to, I raise my hand, lifting my Barret and a small bird goes flying out, I smile. I twirl back to my art, moving quickly. you notice the colors.
Starry, starry night
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds and violet haze
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue

I dance and sway to the music as The images shift, throws across the stage and screen. Stars seemingly twinkle, You see images of burning flowers and then clouds a soft fog feels the stage as I move gracefully.
Colors changing hue
Morning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artists' loving hand

I move behind the stand, and pull out a mask, gently holding it as I danced with it softly, I hold the mask up, you See it's weathered and worn like an old face, I very slowly wave my hand over it and it turns into a beautiful young face. I smile and place it against the stand, moving to add more colors to my picture.
Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen
They did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now

My voice carried softly as I smiled at you. Hoping I was keeping your attention.
For they could not love you
But still your love was true
And when no hope was left inside
On that starry, starry night
You took your life as lovers often do
But I could have told you Vincent
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you

The Images of Vincent's picture show up again, slightly blurred as Though looking through tears. I Twirl around the art stand and across the stage, moving gently and gracefully. Upon the line about taking your life I slowly shrugged my jacket off. A red smeared "wound" above my heart.
Like the strangers that you've met
The ragged men in ragged clothes
The silver thorn of bloody rose
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow

I twirl into center stage and wave my hands, a white rose appearing, droplets of red - to represent blood- run down the petals. I throw the rose to Santiago a smirk on my face as I move in a ballet type movement back to my stand and continue my work.
Now I think I know
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen
They're not listening still
Perhaps they never will...

I began to both dance and Draw. My voice raising and falling softly as I near the end of the song. The light of the "sun" fading and fading into night a spotlight coming up as I lift the art work off the stand and slowly almost mechanically move to the stage and sit down like a wind up doll, I gradually slowed my movements as I turned around my drawing revealing an Abstract version of "starry Starry night" I slowly lift my head and tilt it as I meet your gazes, willing my eyes to become empty I draw on a blank expression and smirk knowingly. You notice for the first time the doll like make up, rouge on my lips and cheeks and the light fades and dims around me, cutting out into total darkness on the last note.

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