Shoulder
pad: Do you know
what it meant to be a shoulder pad? I was an important fashion item. People
cared about me…I meant something.
Therapist: Mmm hhhh
Shoulder
pad: (Sighs). I
woke up one morning and found that I had become totally irrelevant. Consigned
to the dust heap of fashion blunders. And then you look back on your life, and
you realise that all you ever were was a support for other people’s
self-esteem. It was never about me you know? Nobody ever did anything for me?
Therapist: (Click’s pen).
Yes.
Shoulder pad: You want to feel
powerful? YOU GOT IT.
You want control? I’LL GIVE IT TO
YOU.
You want THE BITCHES? THE MONEY?
JUST PUT ME ON YOUR SHOULDER, and face this cruel world a larger, bolder,
squarer figure.
Therapist: Mmm
hmm.
Shoulder
pad: But that’s
it see? I mean what I’m trying to say… is…I don’t really exist, I’m just a
piece of foam. And whatever confidence I gave people, it was all just a façade.
I mean look at me, I’m literally boneless. On my own, I’m just a piece of foam
and that’s the hard truth….and when I look inside myself? FOAM- a low density
alloy of air and polystyrene. That’s what I have to come to terms with.
Therapist: Yah.
Shoulder
pad: (pause)
People
laugh at me now.
STAGE: A
coat hanger appears from behind the curtain
Coat
hanger: I’m
here for my 3 o clock?
Therapist: Just one second.
Our time is up I’m afraid. Next week same time?
Shoulder
pad; Yes I really
feel I’m starting to get somewhere with this.