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Production: 'One Day in the Life of Henri Shnuffle' (See all 3 roles)

Narrator (Lead)

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Sprat Theatre Company is casting "One Day in the Life of Henri Shnuffle," an immersive, site-specific theater experience that aims to bring awareness to the realities of living as ...more

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Female, ages 40-65, All Ethnicities

Role Description

Narrator: (Lead) serves as the audience’s guide, a kind and invisible caretaker for Shnuffle, in the final scene, it is revealed that she is Shnuffle’s wife and the two are reunited in a dream.

Narrator Sides

our tour guide, translator and stagehand, middle-aged woman. Revealed as Shnuffle’s companion from earlier in life.

(The scene freezes here and the NARRATOR, who is standing against the left wall, speaks. As she speaks she paces back and forth across the stage in front of SHNUFFLE.)

(speaks like a tour guide, but more patient and calm)
It is (checking watch) 5 a.m. on September 1st, 2002. Today, Henri Shnuffle (motioning to the bed where Shnuffle is frozen mid stretch/yawn) awakes to a fuzzy dawn in a state of contentedness and nostalgia. This day has happened before, it is just like yesterday and the day before. The blending of days is simply a form his old age took. In fact, for a long time now, (emphasizing) Shnuffle’s reality has been moving away from him, a fog creeping through his thoughts, everything growing more distant or indistinct.


(The NARRATOR hears the meow and turns around. EXISTENTIALISME stretches out his paws and watches SHNUFFLE. Then he freezes, poised to hop off the bed.)

(with her hand cupped toward the audience, speaking playfully)
That is Existentialisme. The cat. Thirty-two years old. Single. Probably because he’s been living in Shnuffle’s apartment ever since he can remember.
(Meanwhile, SHNUFFLE methodically dresses himself – pulling the clothes over his long johns. He buttons his shirt. Pulls his pants on.)

Voila! Finalement.

(whispering to the audience)
Shnuffle said “There! Finally.” I know French you see. I can parlez-francais if you know what I mean.

(LALA walks to the sidewall where the NARRATOR stands and begins to whisper indistinguishable things in her ear. They appear to be arguing.)

(one of the few audible lines)
But are you sure? ……. it safe?

(PRINCESS LALA returns dragging the NARRATOR behind her. Her head is down so no one will see her face. SHNUFFLE stares intently at her – trying to remember her.)

Didn’t she used to feed me? (aside: more regularly might I add) Yes. She lived here. Like in this apartment…..
(PRINCESS LALA thrusts the NARRATOR forward and she comes to stand directly across from SHNUFFLE center stage. The two face each other. They look at each other’s faces. SHNUFFLE raises a shaking hand towards her face.)

I know this face.

(Then they both look down at their feet.)

(SHNUFFLE and the NARRATOR look back up at one another. They smile, SHNUFFLE finally recognizes her and they laugh. They hold hands. The NARRATOR peaks over SHNUFFLE’s shoulder at the owl on the wall and blows it a kiss. After she does so SHNUFFLE embraces her and then pulls back still holding her upper arms.)

Allo mon cherie.
(From one of the audience member’s seats an accordion player begins to play La Vie en Rose. SHUFFLE and the NARRATOR look at the accordionist, smile at one another and begin to dance to the music. They dance for the length of the song, holding each other close. As the last note plays the lights go down.)