Scene opens with theme song. Two silhouettes move across the stage against an ethereal setting of blue and mauve, red and orange. They are butterflies. The theme melody is both nostalgic and poignant, full of longing and love. As the notes soften, they spread their wings and fly away. Then a man appears. He is our storyteller. He picks up the swell of the sweet refrain and sings:
Why should fate be cruel
when love is all we need
all we want is joy but sorrow
sorrow’s face we meet
dreams of love our hearts we weave
dreaming we cant leave
but tis fate that twists and turns our pleas
all we do is break in pain to fly high and free….
Storyteller:
I have a sad story to tell though it didn’t start out sad. A young girl of sixteen, sweet as a rose, bright as the moon, and her heart fragrant in its blossoming was about to receive what the heavens had ordained. But did she know? No. She was like a puppet… like all of us… our strings being pulled and tugged by fate… all we can do is shout. But she did try to pull her own strings you see… she believed that she could make a difference… in her time, no girl would or could have done what she did. She braved dishonour and broke through the cage of convention and tradition in search of her own destiny. That’s Zhu Yingtai for you… that’s her beauty… and she gave up her life, willingly, holding on to the truth that glowed in her heart… and that’s her glory… because she believed in love… Do you? Let me show her to you, this Zhu Yingtai, sweet as a rose, bright as the moon, the day she decided that the fragrance of a rose should waft in the wind, that the rays of the moon should shine on a traveller’s path…
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