Monologue Of A Homeless Person

[Looking down below as the plane cruise down to land the clouds look like cotton balls with tiny toy buildings peeking out. My stomach was filled with butterflies. I can’t believe it. I am visiting the United States on a work visa with my band. I can’t believe it. As an Antiguan boy I dreamt of visiting the U.S to play my music. Looking out of the plane window I now can see New York skyline. Back home the American vacationers spoke about how tall the skyscraper were but now I can actually see them. They are beyond my imagination. Yell back to Tony.]

Vere: Look at this. It is magnificent.

Tony: Yeah. I can’t believe that we are here.

Tim: Who is going to meet us and show us around?

Vere: My friend’s brother, Sam. Everyone just

We have a green card to play at the Palladium

We passed inspection and went into the arriving passengers areas. Someone tap me on the shoulder.

Sam: Are you Vere.

Vere: Yes.

Sam: I am Gerrie’s brother. You and your band will be staying with me. I have a car outside.

[The apartment was nice but I had 5 members in my band beside myself. We all can’t stay here .Two weeks passed and there was no work. Everyone was becoming frustrated.]

Sam: I got you a job at the Palladium. You start tomorrow.

Vere: GREAT! My dream is finally coming true.

[The people at the Palatium love I Caribbean music but the gig was only for 2 weeks. Another week past.]

Sam: You guys have to look for a place to stay and I know of a contracting job you can work at until you can find another gig.

[I brought these guys here. I am responsible for them. I went to the home where the work was to be done. It was an elderly West Indian lady. It was a house divided into apartments. She took to me and rented an apartment to me. The other band members split up and did their own

I can’t make a living playing music.

Ms. Ola: You can make a living as a contractor.

Vere: I can now be picked up by the police and sent home a failure. I spent all of my money bring my band to America only to be told America has many bands. I will work with my hands. I will not go home a failure. I felt so alone scared, and abandoned.

Mrs. Ola: There is a call for you.

Vere: who can that be? Is it the authorities? Hello. Gerrie. I can’t believe it is you. Can we meet?

[Several months passed. I was no longer alone. I was in love with Gerrie. This evening I will propose to her at dinner.]

Vere: Will you marry me?

Gerrie: Yes

We started planning our future. A month later we were married. Gerrie: I will tutor you to take the test to become an US citizen. I had to read a series of texts to prepare for the test. The day of the test I was extremely nervous.

Vere: Can you open this for me?

Gerrie: What is it?

Vere: It is my test results.

Gerrie: [Opened the letter.] You passed!

Vere: I can’t believe it. I came here with only a guitar wanting to be a musician. I am now a married US citizen with a job. It is true America is the land of