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(Lights dim, a single spotlight illuminates Judy Garland, center stage. She wears a faded housecoat, her eyes holding a lifetime of stories. She speaks directly to the audience, her voice a smoky whisper) Judy: They christened me Judy Garland, a name that echoed through the corridors of fame. But before the luminous marquees and adoring crowds, I was simply Frances, a Gumm sister bathed in the unforgiving glare of showbiz. Mama, bless her sequined heart, taught me early: "In this world of illusions, steel is the only armor a girl needs." Little did I know, life's armor would prove too heavy to bear. Mom’s uppers and downers, the real wicked witch of the west. (A fleeting smile dances on her lips before fading) Hollywood embraced me, a fragile starlet with a voice that could thaw the coldest heart. "Oz," they proclaimed, a sanctuary where troubles melted like morning dew. But while Dorothy found her way back to Kansas, I remained, ensnared in the gingham prison of my own making. Singing of rainbows, while storms raged within, I sought refuge in pills, the siren call of peace disguised as salvation. A concoction of highs and lows, a fleeting reprieve from the relentless demands of stardom. Vincente, oh dear Vincente, with his promises as sweet as MGM confections, Another dream sewn from gossamer threads, unraveling with each passing day. Liza, my precious Liza, a beacon of hope amidst the wreckage of broken dreams. Yet even love's tender embrace could not staunch the wounds carved by betrayal and disappointment. Husbands came and went, leaving behind shattered vows and empty bottles littering the bedside table. "The show must go on," they declared. But sometimes, my darlings, the curtain begs for respite. Too many times, the cuts ran deep, my throat, my wrists, my drugs, my…(Her voice trembles) Fortunes slipped through my fingers like grains of sand in the desert wind. Palatial estates and gleaming automobiles all faded into obscurity with the setting sun. Once more, I found myself singing for my supper, the girl with the voice, aged beyond her years. The tabloids reveled in my descent, "Garland's Tragic Fall" emblazoned across the headlines. But know this, my loves: the descent began long before the ink dried on their tawdry tales. Many unspoken tendencies of the value of life…(A solitary tear cascades down her cheek) They say I departed too soon, a shooting star extinguished before its time. Perhaps they are right. Yet amidst the tragedy, there lies a lesson in this melancholy refrain, for the brightest lights cast the darkest shadows. Hold fast to your dreams, your voice, even as the world fades to silence. And above all else, cherish yourself, for you are the most precious gift of all. (A faint smile graces her lips) Somewhere beyond the rainbow, down the yellow brick road, perhaps there exists peace. A place where a young girl with pigtails sings without a care in the world. That is where I long to be, if only for a fleeting moment. But for now, as the spotlight dims, I bid you adieu, my darlings, wherever you may roam. (The spotlight fades, leaving Judy enveloped in darkness. A haunting melody lingers in the air.) "I don’t always have to sing a song. There is something besides ‘The Man That Got Away’ or ‘Over the Rainbow’ or ‘The Trolley Song.’ There’s a woman. There are three children. There’s me! There’s a lot of life going here." ~ Judy Garland. Judy Garland, 47, Dies in London; 'Wizard of Oz' Star Had Career Marked by Tragedy. – NYT: June 23, 1969
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