18- Go To The Mirror

(The modern research laboratory is teeming with lab technicians, as the Specialist speaks to the Walkers about Tommy's condition.) Specialist: He seems to be completely unreceptive. The tests I give him make no sense at all. Specialist & Specialist's assistant: His eyes react to light; the dials detect it. He hears but cannot answer to your call. (Against a backdrop of atomic images and X-rays, Tommy is placed in a nightmarish contraption that spins around 360degrees) Ten-year old Tommy: (voiceover) See me, feel me, Touch me, heal me. See me, feel me, Touch me, heal me. Specialist: There is no chance; no untried operation. All hope lies with him; and none with me. Specialist & Specialist's assistant: Imagine though, the shock from isolation If he suddenly could hear and speak and see. (Tommy is moved onto a glowing, brightly-colored table that slides him into the tunnel of a similarly brilliant CAT scan machine. Multiple images of the brillant readings of the machine appear on the screens behind them.) Ten-year Old Tommy (voiceover) See me, feel me, Touch me, heal me. See me, feel me, Touch me, heal me. Specialist: His eyes can see, His ears can hear, his lips can speak. All the time the needles, flick and rock. Specialist & Specialist's Assistant: No machine can give the kind of stimulation needed to remove his inner block. Go to the mirror boy! Go to the mirror boy! (The specialist turns Tommy toward the mirror; he walks to it and stares at his own image.) Mrs Walker: I often wonder what he's feeling. Has he ever heard a word I've said? Mr. & Mrs. Walker: Look at him the mirror, dreaming. What is happening in his head? (Tommy sees his 4 year old and 10 year old selves in the mirror) Listening to You (reprise) The Two Young Tommys: Listening to you, I get the music. Gazing at you, I get the heat. Following you, I climb the mountain. I get excitement at your feet! (As Tommy joins in the singing, he levitates several feet off the floor, unnoticed by anyone.) The Three Tommys: Right behind you, I see the millions; On you, I see the glory. From you, I get opinions; From you, I get the story. (Tommy lands gently back on the floor as his younger selves disappear) Mr. & Mrs Walker: What is happening in his head? Ooooh, I wish I knew: I wish I knew. (Left alone on stage, Tommy is beginning to surface into consciousness. Very slowly, he raises his hand and stares at it.)