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Music Monologue:
*As you enter the old dusty library, you take a deep breath. Old book smell fills your lungs as you look around at the piles and piles of leather bound books that surround you. As you search through a particularly large pile, you find a small pink journal with a cherry blossom painted on the cover. As you open it, it becomes apparent that this is someones journal; All the entries are dated, and the writing covering the pages was beautifully handwritten. Out of sheer curiosity, you began to quietly read it aloud*
February 4th, 1864
"I have just met the most beautiful girl I have ever seen! Her hair is like golden silk, her eyes like oceans of honey. She is of high class, yet she appears very relaxed and friendly even towards the street urchins that lurk about the streets of London. I have caught her many times giving money to beggars and helping those in need, be it people, or animals. Oh, how I wish I would muster up the courage to go and speak to her, but every time she approaches me I turn a shade of red, and it feels as though my tongue has turned itself to lead."
*You smile at the sweetness of the love letters and continue to read through the journal*
February 20th, 1864
"I managed to speak to her! And even though the conversation was short, it was the most incredible conversation I have had in my life. Not only is she high class, but she is also very intelligent! I met her at this little library in the city, and I carried her many books home as she spoke about darwin's theory of evolution and the wonders of the ever changing scientific community. And as we reached her house, I discovered the mysterious beauties name! And oh, what a lovely name it is. Her name is Clementine, and oh how I love her so."
March 17th, 1864
"Oh Clementine, my cherry blossom, so close to my heart yet so far from me. I wish your father wan't as controlling of you as he is, and I wish your mother didn't fuss over your every step. To me, you are as perfect at the first flower of spring, as the shining star that guides sailors home from their perilous journeys across the ocean. For you are my everything... But I am not your everything.
I wish it where so, that you loved me in return but for now my love stands alone and unrequited. I am not sure if it is just the protests of your father or the wickedness of your mother that forever drive you on to find a wealthy husband, or if it is me that is in the wrong. Have I done sorting to upset you my dear? or are yo merely in an unending cycle of looking for someone better, stronger, faster than I am. Oh, how I wish I could be your prince in shining armour and whisk you away to the country, away from the crowds and bitterness that haunt the streets of London at this time of year. But alas, you still stand with your parents in loving embrace... and I question, why? Why put yourself through years of torment and captivity if not to spread your wings and fly away when the time is right? To you, what time would be right? Oh, time... Such a funny thing. Always ticking away, never ending, Much like my love for you."
*the writing begins to look more scrabbled and desperate, as if they were upset*
June 20th, 1864
"Oh what sorrow and pain has befallen unto me! For my sweet Clementine, the light of my life has boarded the boat of new beginnings and sailed across the sea-foam and salt to the land that many call America. If only I had the money to travel along side her, see the shining city of New York or the wonder filled land of Washington, but alas, I am a poor and uneducated fool who had the audacity to court such a beautiful rose as Clementine was, even though it was inevitable that I would fail. I pray that she shall write to me when she arrives in the new land, and that she may have a peaceful and safe journey to North America, yet I also wish that Poseidon himself would sink her ship and make it appear as if she were dead, if only to get back at her parents for snatching something so dear to me away. And if my dearest Clementine find another man, may him be as strong and nobel as a prince, for if not, god have mercy on him when I find him. For Clementine deserves no less than a gentleman."
*At this point, the writing devolved into chicken scratch, as if the person who wrote this were in a hurry*
"I swear to thee my prayers have been answered! After placing bets on a lovely racehorse, I have managed to win myself 4,000 pounds! I must hurry to the harbour at once and buy a ticket for the first ship I see that is America bound! I am coming my dear Clementine!"
August 18th, 1864
*As you read through more of the diary, you notice that the pages begin to be stained with tears, and some of the writing is obscured or written over many times. After at least 3 pages of scribbles and tears, you finally find some writing that you can actually read*
September 9th, 1864
"My dearest Clementine has... found someone else. A man of riches, yet not a man of honour. She does nether love him or trust him, and I fear that he may be a horrible husband.. But I cant stop their union, for it has already been arranged. My dear Clementine, you shall always remain in my heard tin the darkest of days; for you are the apple of my eye, my shining star, my every breath and every tear I have shed for you has been worth it. Please, for me if not for yourself, reason wth your parents and convince them to cancel your marriage to that vile excuse for a human being, for I worry that he will not treat you kindly. Goodbye my cherry blossom, may I see you again."
