Leda is a young, hip artsy woman with a cool, dark edge. She thinks
(Leda enters with vibrant energy, guitar on her back, dressed very wildly/artistically, headphones on, dark glasses, carrying a manuscript of some kind. She is obviously in a hurry. She tries to get past Mother Nature. Mother Nature stops her and motions to the audience, as if to introduce them to Leda. Leda notices the audience for the first time, and speaks to them in a “cooler than thou” way.)
Oh, Hey...I’d love to chat, but I’m kind of in a hurry. I’m off to see my agent. I’m a writer. Yeah, I write. I’m also a singer-songwriter, slash photographer, slash painter, slash performance artiste. I like to mix it up. I’m currently doing a piece that’s based on Jung’s theory of the “collective unconscious” and the lo-fi instagram filter...It’s pretty deep. It’s not for everyone. In fact I was doing a piece of my show in the park the other day, and this woman came up to me and she was all like “You should really watch what you say. There are CHILDREN here.” I said, “Well it’s a free country the last time I checked.” Apparently once you give birth, you not only lose half your brain, but you literally lose your freedom. It becomes all about THE CHILDREN. And then I thought…children? Okay, some of them are kind of cute and all...but no way am I ever having children...if that’s what happens to you. No way. Not in this lifetime.
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