The Guy and someone new – Nate (because for some people, a silly moniker is just… well, silly.)
NATE
I get a name?
THE GUY
Yes.
NATE
Awesome.
THE GUY
Not many people get names. Even in real life, I do that. Give people little nicknames. “The 20-year old.” “Cowboy.” The Best Friend thinks it’s because when it comes to boys, I have a problem seeing people for what they really are.
NATE
And yet I get to be “Nate.”
THE GUY
Yes you do. Welcome to the play.
NATE
Thank you. I was wondering if I’d get in here.
THE GUY
I knew you would. Eventually. I just didn’t wanna rush it.
NATE
I see.
THE GUY
Because I don’t want you vanishing like the other ones. Freakshow. The Good Thing. The Curiosity. Carrot. Look back through the plays, you’ll find them. Here one day, gone the next.
NATE
Not me.
THE GUY
I hope not.
NATE
No. I like being here. It means you’re thinking about me…
THE GUY
I’m definitely thinking about you…
NATE
And like me enough to want to share me…
THE GUY
Share the fact of you. I’m not sharing you…
NATE
Share the fact of me. Okay. And that you aren’t kidding around.
THE GUY
I’m not.
I want to give you something.
NATE
Really?
THE GUY
Yeah. Hold on.
The Guy goes off. Nate stands there a second, a little curious.
The Guy returns with a box… a box that’s not too big, the kind of box that in a play from a while back contained a lovely day.
This isn’t that particular box. It’s a different box. Which the Guy will explain in a second.
THE GUY (cont.)
Here.
This is for you.
This is a box that contains a day.
The first day we spent together, actually.
Saturday. Fifth of May.
I’m giving it to you because it means something to me.
And I’m trusting you with it.
I’m trusting you to hold on to this day for as long as you can.
Because as long as we’ve got this one particular day,
we can make others.
And I want to. With you.
For as long as you’ll let me.
I know, I know,
this is sappy, this is sentimental and silly
but I just felt so good about this one particular day…
and look
if there comes a day when you don’t want this box anymore,
just let me know and hand it back to me
I won’t be angry or anything,
I’ll take it back no questions asked.
But if there’s anything I’ve learned
in writing this monstrosity
you’ve now found yourself in
is that you can build anything you want
if you have just one good day –
a day when an idea hits you
and you commit to it
and you follow through
and work at it
and care about it
and invest something of yourself in building something lovely.
And I think I want to do that with you.
No.
I know I do.
So…
Here.
Open it.
Nate takes the box and opens it.
Light comes out of it – a lovely light that shines on his face as he smiles at what’s inside. We can sort f hear something coming from it… sounds like human voices, but very very small.
NATE
What is it?
THE GUY
The Mormon Tabernacle Choir singing the Halleluia Chorus.
In miniature, obviously.
NATE
Awesome.
THE GUY
It was that kind of day.
So, enjoy it.
NATE
Where are you going?
THE GUY
I was just gonna let you enjoy your gift.
NATE
Come here.
Share it with me.
The Guy joins Nate and the light from the box illuminates both of their faces.
Suddenly, we hear the Mormon Tabernacle Choir singing the Halleluia Chorus filling the entire theatre.
The lights go down.
Monday, May 7, 2007
Sunday, May 6, 2007
5.6.2007: The Metamorphosis (A Fantasia with Franz Kafka in It)
The lights come up on Franz Kafka, furiously typing away on an old typewriter. Around him are a ton of little balls of paper.
KAFKA
“As Gregor Samsa awoke one morning from uneasy dreams he found himself transformed in his bed into a gigantic… frog.”
No.
Kafka pulls the page out of the typewriter and balls it up. It is tossed and joins the others on the floor.
KAFKA (cont.)
“As Gregor Samsa awoke one morning from uneasy dreams he found himself transformed in his bed into a gigantic… herring.”
No.
Again, the paper business.
As Kafka goes for a third attempt, The Guy appears.
THE GUY
Hey.
KAFKA
I’m busy.
THE GUY
I just need a minute.
KAFKA
I’m busy. I’m writing.
THE GUY
So am I. But I just need a second of your time. Look at me.
KAFKA
Writing!
THE GUY
Just look at me.
Kafka does. A silence.
KAFKA
What?
THE GUY
Do I look different to you?
KAFKA
I don’t know. I’ve never seen you before. So if you are different than you were yesterday, an hour ago, five minutes ago, I would not know because this is the only way I’ve ever known you.
Even though I don’t know you.
I have to write.
THE GUY
I feel like something else entirely.
KAFKA
But what?
THE GUY
I don’t know.
KAFKA
No, not you. Me. I don’t know what he should awake to find himself transformed into.
THE GUY
Your character?
KAFKA
My character.
THE GUY
I awoke this morning to find myself transformed.
Into what, I’m not too sure.
I feel like myself…
…but somehow not myself.
Like a better version of myself.
A version of myself with more…
…just more.
KAFKA
Eel. No.
Muskrat. No.
THE GUY
It’s sort of like waking up and finding yourself transformed into a giant insect.
KAFKA
Insect! That’s it!
THE GUY
Only you’re happy about it.
KAFKA
I imagine Gregor Samsa in that moment between sleep and waking, thinking to himself, “You know, something is changed.” And the beauty of that moment is that you’re not too sure what’s different… only that something is.
And instead of worrying about what comes next and how the change must be dealt with, there’s only the wave of enjoyment that comes with knowing the future is beginning to work itself upon you.
Of course for Gregor, everything goes to shit.
But for you…
THE GUY
Who knows?
Kafka goes back to writing. The Guy turns to watch. The lights fade.
KAFKA
“As Gregor Samsa awoke one morning from uneasy dreams he found himself transformed in his bed into a gigantic… frog.”
No.
Kafka pulls the page out of the typewriter and balls it up. It is tossed and joins the others on the floor.
KAFKA (cont.)
“As Gregor Samsa awoke one morning from uneasy dreams he found himself transformed in his bed into a gigantic… herring.”
No.
Again, the paper business.
As Kafka goes for a third attempt, The Guy appears.
THE GUY
Hey.
KAFKA
I’m busy.
THE GUY
I just need a minute.
KAFKA
I’m busy. I’m writing.
THE GUY
So am I. But I just need a second of your time. Look at me.
KAFKA
Writing!
THE GUY
Just look at me.
Kafka does. A silence.
KAFKA
What?
THE GUY
Do I look different to you?
KAFKA
I don’t know. I’ve never seen you before. So if you are different than you were yesterday, an hour ago, five minutes ago, I would not know because this is the only way I’ve ever known you.
Even though I don’t know you.
I have to write.
THE GUY
I feel like something else entirely.
KAFKA
But what?
THE GUY
I don’t know.
KAFKA
No, not you. Me. I don’t know what he should awake to find himself transformed into.
THE GUY
Your character?
KAFKA
My character.
THE GUY
I awoke this morning to find myself transformed.
Into what, I’m not too sure.
I feel like myself…
…but somehow not myself.
Like a better version of myself.
A version of myself with more…
…just more.
KAFKA
Eel. No.
Muskrat. No.
THE GUY
It’s sort of like waking up and finding yourself transformed into a giant insect.
KAFKA
Insect! That’s it!
THE GUY
Only you’re happy about it.
KAFKA
I imagine Gregor Samsa in that moment between sleep and waking, thinking to himself, “You know, something is changed.” And the beauty of that moment is that you’re not too sure what’s different… only that something is.
And instead of worrying about what comes next and how the change must be dealt with, there’s only the wave of enjoyment that comes with knowing the future is beginning to work itself upon you.
Of course for Gregor, everything goes to shit.
But for you…
THE GUY
Who knows?
Kafka goes back to writing. The Guy turns to watch. The lights fade.
Saturday, May 5, 2007
5.5.2007: Cinqo de Mayo (The Stars in Alignment)
The stage is dark.
Suddenly there is burst of mariachi music.
The lights explode on to find the Guy with a sombrero.
THE GUY
This is the best fucking day in the universe!
Two college guys wander through, drunk.
DRUNK COLLEGE GUYS
Hey! Cinqo de Mayo! Alright! Party on brother!
They go. The Uncertain Future appears.
UNCERTAIN FUTURE
Cinqo de Mayo is the best fucking day in the universe?
THE GUY
No, no no. That's incidental. Just a wierd side note to an otherwise wonderful fuckin day.
UNCERTAIN FUTURE
I sense big things have transpired.
THE GUY
Big things have transpired.
Today, the stars aligned and
Two Great Things
have occurred.
UNCERTAIN FUTURE
Wow.
THE GUY
I know.
And they sort of happened at the exact same moment, too.
One happened in the middle of the other
and all of a sudden
the two parts of my life which seemed so incredibly uncertain
were as clear as one could want them to be.
UNCERTAIN FUTURE
Writing and boys?
THE GUY
Writing and boys.
UNCERTAIN FUTURE
Nice.
THE GUY
Very.
It's funny.
The phone rings while you're walking to get coffee
and your life changes.
A window opens up
and you can suddenly see everything working itself out.
You can see that the present moment
could contain everything you ever wanted in the world.
And it's happening, Right now!
Happening on the street
in the last place you'd ever think it would happen
(because for the last few weeks,
I'd been picturing it my head, you know,
the moment I'd find out
and I had the whole sequence of events storyboarded out
always like a movie
with a score and cmera angles
and a look of surprise on my face
Jesus...)
but there's a phone call
and I think it's about something else entirely
then suddenly it's happening
validation is happening
this thing is being head
my words have been heard
and they've been appreciated...
and he hugs me
and I know he means it.
I could feel just how much he means it...
God...
UNCERTAIN FUTURE
And it's Cinqo de Mayo.
THE GUY
You know, in Mexico, today isn't such a big deal.
UNCERTAIN FUTURE
Oh yeah?
THE GUY
Yeah. Only here.
UNCERTAIN FUTURE
Wierd.
THE GUY
Yeah.
To think that what a day means depends on who it's happening to.
The drunk college guys wander through again. They cheer on The Guy, raise their drinks, and stumble off.
They have no idea worlds have been crafted, mountains have moved, the shape of the future has changed.
The lights go down.
Suddenly there is burst of mariachi music.
The lights explode on to find the Guy with a sombrero.
THE GUY
This is the best fucking day in the universe!
Two college guys wander through, drunk.
DRUNK COLLEGE GUYS
Hey! Cinqo de Mayo! Alright! Party on brother!
They go. The Uncertain Future appears.
UNCERTAIN FUTURE
Cinqo de Mayo is the best fucking day in the universe?
THE GUY
No, no no. That's incidental. Just a wierd side note to an otherwise wonderful fuckin day.
UNCERTAIN FUTURE
I sense big things have transpired.
THE GUY
Big things have transpired.
Today, the stars aligned and
Two Great Things
have occurred.
UNCERTAIN FUTURE
Wow.
THE GUY
I know.
And they sort of happened at the exact same moment, too.
One happened in the middle of the other
and all of a sudden
the two parts of my life which seemed so incredibly uncertain
were as clear as one could want them to be.
UNCERTAIN FUTURE
Writing and boys?
THE GUY
Writing and boys.
UNCERTAIN FUTURE
Nice.
THE GUY
Very.
It's funny.
The phone rings while you're walking to get coffee
and your life changes.
A window opens up
and you can suddenly see everything working itself out.
You can see that the present moment
could contain everything you ever wanted in the world.
And it's happening, Right now!
Happening on the street
in the last place you'd ever think it would happen
(because for the last few weeks,
I'd been picturing it my head, you know,
the moment I'd find out
and I had the whole sequence of events storyboarded out
always like a movie
with a score and cmera angles
and a look of surprise on my face
Jesus...)
but there's a phone call
and I think it's about something else entirely
then suddenly it's happening
validation is happening
this thing is being head
my words have been heard
and they've been appreciated...
and he hugs me
and I know he means it.
I could feel just how much he means it...
God...
UNCERTAIN FUTURE
And it's Cinqo de Mayo.
THE GUY
You know, in Mexico, today isn't such a big deal.
UNCERTAIN FUTURE
Oh yeah?
THE GUY
Yeah. Only here.
UNCERTAIN FUTURE
Wierd.
THE GUY
Yeah.
To think that what a day means depends on who it's happening to.
The drunk college guys wander through again. They cheer on The Guy, raise their drinks, and stumble off.
They have no idea worlds have been crafted, mountains have moved, the shape of the future has changed.
The lights go down.
Friday, May 4, 2007
5.4.2007: Fair and Balanced (A Wider View of the World)
The stage is littered with actors.
They're all speaking and moving at once -- as they like to do in this play -- creating a frenetic mess of voice and movement.
The Guy is standing in the center of this, not moving, not really bothered by the swirl going on around him.
Someone appears -- The Best Friend.
THE BEST FRIEND
Hey.
THE GUY
What?
THE BEST FRIEND
HEY!
THE GUY
Oh... HEY! WHAT'S UP?
THE GUY
Sorry! Let me slow this down!
The Guy snaps his fingers, and the actors slow to voiceless slow motion movement.
THE BEST FRIEND
What are they doing?
THE GUY
Chattering about two things mostly. Writing and boys.
THE BEST FRIEND
That's pretty much all you ever chatter about... writing and boys.
THE GUY
I know. But it's because those two things never stay still. They're always moving. And they're loud, too. Demanding. Like little children. And the eye is drawn to the thing in motion. So...
THE BEST FRIEND
So...
THE GUY
So, that's why you're not in here more often.
THE BEST FRIEND
I know.
THE GUY
I write about the stuff that changes. The stuff that can't stay still.
You're a constant.
Something I can always rely on.
I like that about you.
THE BEST FRIEND
Thank you.
THE GUY
You're always here.
In the silences when I don't know what to say.
You're the thing that makes me know it's okay.
A silence in which he doesn't know what to say.
It's lovely.
The lights go down.
They're all speaking and moving at once -- as they like to do in this play -- creating a frenetic mess of voice and movement.
The Guy is standing in the center of this, not moving, not really bothered by the swirl going on around him.
Someone appears -- The Best Friend.
THE BEST FRIEND
Hey.
THE GUY
What?
THE BEST FRIEND
HEY!
THE GUY
Oh... HEY! WHAT'S UP?
THE GUY
Sorry! Let me slow this down!
The Guy snaps his fingers, and the actors slow to voiceless slow motion movement.
THE BEST FRIEND
What are they doing?
THE GUY
Chattering about two things mostly. Writing and boys.
THE BEST FRIEND
That's pretty much all you ever chatter about... writing and boys.
THE GUY
I know. But it's because those two things never stay still. They're always moving. And they're loud, too. Demanding. Like little children. And the eye is drawn to the thing in motion. So...
THE BEST FRIEND
So...
THE GUY
So, that's why you're not in here more often.
THE BEST FRIEND
I know.
THE GUY
I write about the stuff that changes. The stuff that can't stay still.
You're a constant.
Something I can always rely on.
I like that about you.
THE BEST FRIEND
Thank you.
THE GUY
You're always here.
In the silences when I don't know what to say.
You're the thing that makes me know it's okay.
A silence in which he doesn't know what to say.
It's lovely.
The lights go down.
5.3.2007: Digging (Whatever You Want To Be)
The two Diggers return.
DIGGER DAN
Wife said I wasn’t paying enough attention to her.
DIGGER DO
Yeah?
DIGGER DAN
She said I spend too much time thinking about work.
DIGGER DO
Digging’s tough work.
DIGGER DAN
That’s what I told her. Takes a lot more concentration to dig holes that people can’t get themselves out of than it appears.
DIIGER DO
Looks easy…
DIGGER DAN
But it ain’t.
DIGGER DO
My wife doesn’t understand why I don’t get a job in an office somewhere.
DIGGER DAN
I don’t think I’d like office work.
DIGGER DO
That’s what I tell her.
DIGGER DAN
I need the dirt under my fingernails so I know I’m alive.
DIGGER DO
I have to be able to smell myself at the end of the day to know I’m still here.
DIGGER DAN
That’s work.
DIGGER DO
But it’s hard to convince her of that since I’ve got a Master’s in Sociology.
DIGGER DAN
Yup.
DIGGER DO
She always throws that in my face.
DIGGER DAN
Women…
DIGGER DO
I know.
A pause.
DIGGER DO (cont.)
I don’t see why you can’t just be whatever you want to be in the world.
DIGGER DAN
Whatever makes you happy.
DIGGER DO
Happy.
DIGGER DAN
Digging holes…
DIGGER DO
Digging holes…
They are still for a bit. Then the lights fade on them.
DIGGER DAN
Wife said I wasn’t paying enough attention to her.
DIGGER DO
Yeah?
DIGGER DAN
She said I spend too much time thinking about work.
DIGGER DO
Digging’s tough work.
DIGGER DAN
That’s what I told her. Takes a lot more concentration to dig holes that people can’t get themselves out of than it appears.
DIIGER DO
Looks easy…
DIGGER DAN
But it ain’t.
DIGGER DO
My wife doesn’t understand why I don’t get a job in an office somewhere.
DIGGER DAN
I don’t think I’d like office work.
DIGGER DO
That’s what I tell her.
DIGGER DAN
I need the dirt under my fingernails so I know I’m alive.
DIGGER DO
I have to be able to smell myself at the end of the day to know I’m still here.
DIGGER DAN
That’s work.
DIGGER DO
But it’s hard to convince her of that since I’ve got a Master’s in Sociology.
DIGGER DAN
Yup.
DIGGER DO
She always throws that in my face.
DIGGER DAN
Women…
DIGGER DO
I know.
A pause.
DIGGER DO (cont.)
I don’t see why you can’t just be whatever you want to be in the world.
DIGGER DAN
Whatever makes you happy.
DIGGER DO
Happy.
DIGGER DAN
Digging holes…
DIGGER DO
Digging holes…
They are still for a bit. Then the lights fade on them.
Wednesday, May 2, 2007
5.2.2007: … and i never said the only thing i wanted was you
The Torrent, a ferociously fast speaker, appears.
THE TORRENT
… and i never said the only thing i wanted was you that wasn’t what i said at all i said i could be happy with you i could really you know somewhere down the line i could be happy with you and i tried to tell you that over and over again but i always felt like somewhere in the subtext of every one of our conversations you were thinking that i was saying you were the only thing i wanted you were the only thing that could possibly make me happy and i always felt like you pulled back from that because that’s scary and yeah i got you there that is scary i’d be freaked out of someone tried to tell me i was the only thing that could make them happy…
The Guy appears.
THE TORRENT (cont.)
… but it was never a case of you being the only thing to make me happy it was a case of you being something that would make me happy among the many things that already made me happy and i just wanted to add you to the collection of lovely things that populate my life because we’d be really good together don’t you think i mean i feel like somewhere in there in that heart of yours that impenetrable heart that seems to never be touched or moved or even bumped against i think somewhere in that heart you know that together we’d have a pretty fabulous life but you’re scared i think you’re scared in fact a part of me wants to say i know you’re scared but you’d just argue with me and tell me i was a jerk for trying to tell you how you feel because only you know how you feel so tell me how you feel please tell me you feel the way i think you feel because i never said the only thing i wanted was you and ---
The Guy places a hand on the Torrent. The Torrent stops speaking.
A silence.
The Torrent looks relieved to have stopped speaking.
THE GUY
I think we’ve said enough.
The Torrent looks up and is incredibly grateful. The Torrent will continue to think these things (forever, in fact, because don’t we always hold on to the argument we never won?) but The Guy’s decided it’s time to stop saying them.
Finally.
Enough is enough, right?
Maybe this time he’ll mean it, Maybe he’ll break his fortitude tomorrow. But right this second…
There’s only silence.
The lights go down.
THE TORRENT
… and i never said the only thing i wanted was you that wasn’t what i said at all i said i could be happy with you i could really you know somewhere down the line i could be happy with you and i tried to tell you that over and over again but i always felt like somewhere in the subtext of every one of our conversations you were thinking that i was saying you were the only thing i wanted you were the only thing that could possibly make me happy and i always felt like you pulled back from that because that’s scary and yeah i got you there that is scary i’d be freaked out of someone tried to tell me i was the only thing that could make them happy…
The Guy appears.
THE TORRENT (cont.)
… but it was never a case of you being the only thing to make me happy it was a case of you being something that would make me happy among the many things that already made me happy and i just wanted to add you to the collection of lovely things that populate my life because we’d be really good together don’t you think i mean i feel like somewhere in there in that heart of yours that impenetrable heart that seems to never be touched or moved or even bumped against i think somewhere in that heart you know that together we’d have a pretty fabulous life but you’re scared i think you’re scared in fact a part of me wants to say i know you’re scared but you’d just argue with me and tell me i was a jerk for trying to tell you how you feel because only you know how you feel so tell me how you feel please tell me you feel the way i think you feel because i never said the only thing i wanted was you and ---
The Guy places a hand on the Torrent. The Torrent stops speaking.
A silence.
The Torrent looks relieved to have stopped speaking.
THE GUY
I think we’ve said enough.
The Torrent looks up and is incredibly grateful. The Torrent will continue to think these things (forever, in fact, because don’t we always hold on to the argument we never won?) but The Guy’s decided it’s time to stop saying them.
Finally.
Enough is enough, right?
Maybe this time he’ll mean it, Maybe he’ll break his fortitude tomorrow. But right this second…
There’s only silence.
The lights go down.
Tuesday, May 1, 2007
5.1.2007: A Little Divided Attention
The Guy, sitting onstage, sort of off somewhere in his own little world.
Life/Play marches onstage, a little pissed.
LIFE/PLAY
Hey.
THE GUY
Oh. Hey. I’m sorry. I was off somewhere in my own little world.
LIFE/PLAY
You forgot to write today.
THE GUY
Oh. You’re right.
LIFE/PLAY
Of all the things to forget to do in a given day, I thought I would be the ONE thing you wouldn’t forget.
THE GUY
Well, it’s been a very busy few days, and there’s a lot going on.
LIFE/PLAY
There’s a man, isn’t there?
THE GUY
Don’t start.
LIFE/PLAY
There’s a man on your mind, so you didn’t write a play for today?
The Guy looks sheepishly guilty.
LIFE/PLAY (cont.)
Oh, God! There is! Isn’t there? There’s a man. Oh Jesus, here we go again.
Haven’t you learned anything? Flip back a couple months, and just look at the parade of gentlemen that have marched through these pages (marched through these pages and right out the other end, if you take a closer look, because how many of them are actually still sticking around? None!).
THE GUY
This one’s nice.
LIFE/PLAY
They all seem nice at first! Every one of ‘em! Then they disappear, or end up being complete wierdos, or assholes, or whatever!
THE GUY
Not this one.
LIFE/PLAY
You don’t know that!
THE GUY
I know.
LIFE/PLAY
I don’t like this. I don’t like this at all.
THE GUY
I do.
I like having someone to think of.
I like having someone who’s thinking of me.
And yes, I have no idea what’s going to happen
but I like that.
I welcome the Uncertain into my life.
He’s got this smile…
seriously, it just hits me right here
in the center of my chest
so isn’t that worth a little divided attention?
So, chill out.
I don’t mind running the risk of being disappointed
in case he’s the one who won’t disappoint.
LIFE/PLAY
Okay. But you better write me.
THE GUY
I will.
LIFE/PLAY
Okay.
THE GUY
No, seriously, I will. Because he’s watching. Look.
The Guy takes out his cell phone and shows Life/Play a text message.
LIFE/PLAY
"You forgot to write today.”
THE GUY
See? Watching.
LIFE/PLAY
He reads me? Oh, I like this guy already…
The lights go out.
Life/Play marches onstage, a little pissed.
LIFE/PLAY
Hey.
THE GUY
Oh. Hey. I’m sorry. I was off somewhere in my own little world.
LIFE/PLAY
You forgot to write today.
THE GUY
Oh. You’re right.
LIFE/PLAY
Of all the things to forget to do in a given day, I thought I would be the ONE thing you wouldn’t forget.
THE GUY
Well, it’s been a very busy few days, and there’s a lot going on.
LIFE/PLAY
There’s a man, isn’t there?
THE GUY
Don’t start.
LIFE/PLAY
There’s a man on your mind, so you didn’t write a play for today?
The Guy looks sheepishly guilty.
LIFE/PLAY (cont.)
Oh, God! There is! Isn’t there? There’s a man. Oh Jesus, here we go again.
Haven’t you learned anything? Flip back a couple months, and just look at the parade of gentlemen that have marched through these pages (marched through these pages and right out the other end, if you take a closer look, because how many of them are actually still sticking around? None!).
THE GUY
This one’s nice.
LIFE/PLAY
They all seem nice at first! Every one of ‘em! Then they disappear, or end up being complete wierdos, or assholes, or whatever!
THE GUY
Not this one.
LIFE/PLAY
You don’t know that!
THE GUY
I know.
LIFE/PLAY
I don’t like this. I don’t like this at all.
THE GUY
I do.
I like having someone to think of.
I like having someone who’s thinking of me.
And yes, I have no idea what’s going to happen
but I like that.
I welcome the Uncertain into my life.
He’s got this smile…
seriously, it just hits me right here
in the center of my chest
so isn’t that worth a little divided attention?
So, chill out.
I don’t mind running the risk of being disappointed
in case he’s the one who won’t disappoint.
LIFE/PLAY
Okay. But you better write me.
THE GUY
I will.
LIFE/PLAY
Okay.
THE GUY
No, seriously, I will. Because he’s watching. Look.
The Guy takes out his cell phone and shows Life/Play a text message.
LIFE/PLAY
"You forgot to write today.”
THE GUY
See? Watching.
LIFE/PLAY
He reads me? Oh, I like this guy already…
The lights go out.
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