Three siblings, a pilot, university professor, and marijuana grow operator, come together every Christmas. As always, their elderly parents present to them their thoughts in a recorded message. 
 
But this year’s missive causes Frederick, Maria and Marcus to flinch, intense sentiments resurface. 
 
But before they can react, they are distracted by the sudden disappearance of the family’s talkative parrot, Pock. Who has stolen him? Fingers are pointed. Gypsies are blamed.
 
As the diversion subsides, their thoughts shift back to the recordings. 
 
The Pilot and the Parrot is a story about the power of the message, and messenger, to impact the emotions of recipients. 
 
Life is so much about roles and control. Who tells who to do what. The song in scene 6 laments on the various aspects of this. A mother-daughter talk deals with where we fit in? Are we pilots, parrots, or crossovers between? 
 
In control again
 
One percenters
In control again
Think we’d learned?
Where this all ends
 
They got us drunk
So dependent on
Sweets and treats
The magic wand
 
They're in your face
How reflections mirror 
A need to judge
Instilling fear
 
Have your way 
Plan to lead
Not just follow 
Those who please
On this day
Learn to speak
Use your head
Don't be weak
 
Gain the sense
Of dream relief
So blue sky
It’s just make believe
 
Think for yourself
Plan to gain control
The cack displayed
Fouls a mind and soul
 
In control
It's just destiny
'Cause pilots land
Wherever they do please
 
On this day
I'm gonna fly
Way on up there
Touch the sky
Like hot air
 I'm sure to rise
Take the time 
Soar so high.
 
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