Hear the Echo of Your Song through the Open Sea ( Act1-1 Intro)

Mr. Seaway: How many people know how to listen to the song of phrase called ‘Oneself ’?

Pierrot without Art (hereafter Pierrot): That’s one of fantasies in your own. Nobody must remember even a short passage from the song. (Pierrot ridicules for his question. P even doesn’t see his eyes)

Mr. Seaway: And you don’t remember even how you should sing your song.

Pierrot: Leave me alone. (Pierrot is getting demonstrative. P looks down to hide P’s emotion.) Who cares someone but me? Who knows how to sing a song that is composed by anonymity? (Pierrot’s face fall when image of the gods flitted through Pierrot’s mind) Don’t say Jesus. I hate to say the name and cannot endure listening to even the lingering sound! (Pierrot cries in pain, hurting P-self.) You want me to howl like a loser fall to his knees under God’s truth, don’t you? I already have a strong confidence with my identity. That’s all I need to realize my dream.

Mr. Seaway: You have to listen to me. (I can see he is in a hard by Pierrot’s anger.) I am talking about ‘pure human being’ not Jesus. Just answer with yes or no if you don’t want to discuss. You have to do it to connect us by sharing and assimilating our presence together.

(An awkward silence)

Pierrot: What I think about ‘Oneself’? Nobody knows about the song of ‘Oneself’ if there is no rhythm of soul and heartbeat. Don’t let me think about others including myself such as I make myself up as a clown or something makes me silly. (Pierrot doesn’t notice that P runs in clear contradiction to P’s words.) I have tried to be a semi-realist like Magritte since I lost my voice. Don’t think I will answer your question in the active even if I am one of yourself.

Mr. Seaway: (He is composed like receiving both death and new born at the same time and then he is getting red with a dazzling sunset reflecting the sky.) You will not know anything about yourself without the outer world. Look. There is nothing can be existence by itself. The sky of shade reflects wind orbit round the earth, ocean makes us look at the real sky by reflection and your voice reverberate through the hills.

Pierrot: (Pierrot seems to be quite calm, but a little sorrowful. P looks to Mr. Seaway seriously.) I can draw myself-portrait on the sky by myself. Mr. Seaway: Who will know the portrait is yours and drawn yourself? (He is going to say something after that, but halted at the verge of next words because Pierrot begins singing softly.)