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SETTING: NIGHTCLUB

AT RISE: It is 1927. JANE is a woman in a sequin flapper dress sitting at a bar. Her hair is bobbed and her lips are fire-truck red and match her nails. She smokes a cigarette and downs a shot glass before turning to face the audience.

JANE

"I was their brother… when I was younger; I didn’t wear any dumb dress.

I’m no fox, but dresses never made sense to me. Outside of the townhouses in the city, someone would open up a hydrant and flood the street but it wasn’t just a street to us; it was an ocean, and we were pirates. "

JANE gets up and walks towards the audience, moving sinuously, placing a hand on her hip, a cigarette in her other hand.

"My mama didn’t make me wear skirts unless we went to church, which was rare, even rarer was when she got me to put on those uncomfortable shiny black shoes. Some little girls act like porcelain dolls. They just love playing dress-up. Not me. I was nearly always barefoot… me and my brothers, a couple ‘a ragamuffins running down the street with no shoes, faces smeared with dirt.

Those days went away as I got older. I was no longer one of the guys. I was just Jane.

Jane who helped mama in the kitchen. Jane who stayed home who stayed home to knit, and sew, and play with Theodore bear when everyone else was outside. Playing with fire-hydrants isn’t ‘lady-like’. I’m just a girl.

Yeah, I know they say a woman can do anything nowadays. More than our mothers could anyway. I work in a nightclub where sequin dresses sing ‘n dance on stage and fedoras deal guns ‘n moonshine in the corner. It doesn’t pay much, but hey, it’s all I got. I'm just a woman. Women still can’t do anything.

We build planes. Rosie the Riveter. We heal the injured. Bring forth the next generation and raise them. We manage the country while the men are off shootin’ at each other. Work. Go home, and work some more. But, hey, we’re just women.

I’m just a dress with legs and breasts and hips and fire-truck red lips. I’m just a woman."

LIGHTS DIM IN FRONT. JANE'S FIGURE IS SILHOUETTED. CURTAINS.