The stage is filled with a hundred doors.
The Guy wanders in. He looks at all the doors.
Knocking is heard. But he can’t tell from where.
THE GUY
You’ve got to be kidding me.
Look.
Wherever you are,
just come on in.
It’s open.
A door opens. An incredibly attractive man walks into the stage space. He’s a handsome piece of fella, and what one can tell before he opens his mouth is that he’s funny and clever and exactly the kind of man you’d bring home to meet your mom – if your mom is cool with you being gay.
He’s Opportunity, by the way.
OPPORTUNITY
Hey.
THE GUY
Oh, hey! What are you doing here?
OPPORTUNITY
What do you think?
Magic twinkly music.
Opportunity waves his hand.
The doors all burst open and a hundred versions of the Guy emerge, all singing showtunes and dancing in the funny way the guy dances, filled with hope, filled with a sense that something terrific is either about to happen or has just happened. It’s a cool feeling.
THE GUY
You know, something like this happened yesterday.
OPPORTUNITY
Yeah?
THE GUY
Yeah. Same principle. Totally different feeling.
OPPORTUNITY
You wanna make out?
THE GUY
Sure.
OPPORTUNITY
And I have chocolate chip cookies back at my place.
THE GUY
Perfect.
This must be a sign of the apocalypse. The world’s gotta be about to end when you feel this good.
OPPORTUNITY
Nah. Feel good. This won’t last forever.
Nothing does.
The Guy finds that last remark perfectly appropriate. He grabs Opportunity’s hand and theygo off together to make out and have chocolate chip cookies.
The versions of the Guy dance
and dance
and dance.
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2 comments:
don't you wish life was like this all the time? just thought of something...Life/Play would look great on screen.
That would probably be, um, pretty cool, if that happened to me. yeah...
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