THE RED

LIGHT
DISTRICT
BY GROUP II
 Settin
g
TIME: EVERY NIGHT, 7, 10
PLACE: IN THE CITY, CLUB SUAVE
Characte
rs
DANCERS, AUDIENCE, AND THE YOUNG WOMAN.
 Exposition

Tonight no different. Before I am called, I sit in a

small room with the other guys.
 Rising Action

That's when the dancing begins.

 Falling
Action
She draws in several deep breaths and I let
myself linger, stroking her flushed cheeks,
brushing against her finger until she open her
hand.
 MORAL LESSON

Some people are willing to sacrifice even

themselves just to finance the needs of their
family. People who are close minded will
degrade this kind of job, whatever job a person
has we should respect each and everyone
because most people are working just for a
living.
 THE
UNIVERSITY
BELT
BY GROUP II
o Small town in
Negros Setting
o School
o Mr. Rosales
o Student
o Parents Character
o Mrs. Flores
 Exposition
The story revolves around the death of Mr. Rosales,
our music teacher, who was engaged by my parents to
tutor me every Tuesday and Thursday night in addition
to my regular class on Fridays. He was a mystery man
who told anyone who would listen about his life. He
came from a small town in Negros, from one of those
places whose names the mind can't remember, the
ones where moths trail behind would be suicides, their
wings dipped with deadly dust.
 Rising Action
He told us how much he loved music but felt as his entire life had been
a failure after private sessions at my place one evening. I kept my
mouth shut out of respect. However, it was correct. The flute took on
a new life when it was played against his lips, lilting, rising, falling,
compelling all who heard it, almost but not quite to the brink of
ecstasy. But every time the next note was about to transport his
students to an unearthly paradise, he'd falter, reversing the
experience of delight in a matter of seconds and replacing it with a
cacophony that could only evoke an exasperated sense of regret,
enveloping those of us within earshot with the fading echoes of his
desperate longing.
 Climax
Mr. Rosales walked out of the music room in tears one friday
afternoon in class, just after another abbreviated recital that
concluded in the same manner as all of his previous
performances. My classmates and I followed him down the
corridors, past the classrooms where voices discussed genes
and peas, down the stairs past the glass enclosed trophies
proudly attesting to the school's victories in volleyball,
origami, and spelling, and out onto the pristine and uniform
length grass of the quad. "I'm done with this and with all of
you," he muttered as he turned to face us.
 Falling
Action
He was overwhelmed by a whirlwind that erupted out of
nowhere. It appeared as a ten-meter-tall inverted cone
spinning with the tip on top, primarily green in hue and
smelling strongly of crushed leaves. It simply engulfed him,
like a cup in a shell game, and vanished the next second. The
most remarkable aspect of it, and the very last thing that
everyone who observed Mr. Rosales' departure remembered,
was that the whole affair happened in silence. There were no
expected or even wholly unexpected sounds associated with a
whirlwind. It simply appeared upside down, completely
engulfed him, and then disappeared in silence.
 Resolution

Mrs. Flores, his replacement instructor, was less

remembered. I believe she was a piano teacher.
 MORAL LESSON

The moral of the story is that truth is

relative to ones own perspective, and
because truth is relative, we should
respect the opinions of others. After
all, their view of reality is based on a
different viewpoint than our own.
Thank you
for
listening!
 The
Proce
ss Group 2

Alwina Bondoc
Crisanta Media
Joana Cabalo
Gabriel Malonzo
Gian Castro
JM Santos
John Robert Dela Cruz
Lawrence Mhar Gamboa
Michael Sanchez
Sean Rycel De Leon