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"Butterflies Are the Product of Love" from Seeds | THEatre ACCELERATOR Spring 2021

Name: "Butterflies Are the Product of Love" from Seeds | THEatre ACCELERATOR Spring 2021
Uploaded: 2021-03-30T15:17:31+00:00
Duration: 1 min 33 s
Channel: Tim Kashani
Description: In this theatrical solo, the performer delivers a frantic, lyrical monologue that intertwines love, pain, and physical anxiety. The speaker claims never…

30 Mar 2021 · 2 min

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In this theatrical solo, the performer delivers a frantic, lyrical monologue that intertwines love, pain, and physical anxiety. The speaker claims never to have been in love yet feels the same intensity as pain, describing love as both healing and maiming. They reference several characters—Sarah, Nicole, and Alastor—while wrestling with self‑doubt, fear of rejection, and obsessive thoughts about appearance and intellect. The monologue is peppered with vivid bodily sensations (stomach turning, sweating, feeling like diarrhea, broken bones, hurricanes) that symbolize the turmoil of infatuation. Ultimately, the speaker declares a willingness to risk everything, even self‑destruction, for love, framing love as an emancipating force that could relieve their sickened fear.

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I've never been in love, but I've been in pain. I think it's one and the same. Love can heal or maim, well, that's just what I— Wait, him? Not a single word, don't you dare, you nerd! This is so awkward! Oh my god, Sarah, I swear! Nicole's React, a scientific fact with confidence I lack. Who would've thought I'd be a bumbling wreck, a melted puddle when he said, see ya guys! My stomach's turning, I can't breathe. Maybe it's just diarrhea. I think that we're in love, Alastor and me. Except he cannot know, so I'll wait and see if he feels the same. If he knows my name, will he love my brain or think that I'm insane? Will I scare him off with my killer looks? Does he want a girl with her nose in the books? What if his temptation lies by romantic manipulation? Sweet kisses or deep frustration? Love is our emancipation! Love is the only way I may be relieved from the sickened fear of what becomes of me. Love, love! I cross the street, sweat beneath my feet, pouring through disease, breaking bone with my knee, pulled by passing trains, struck by a hurricane, body left to drain, feeling no more pain. I'd do it all, I would risk it all, I'd even dive into the ocean. And I can do this all for love!