I really don't know what to do with this, so I'll just put it up chapter by chapter on this site. It doesn't even have a name. And, it's not edited.
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It was around 3am, when I came home from dancing. I was leaning on the door, as my boyfriend at the time was pressed up against me. He was kissing my neck, when someone opened their apartment door. He was wearing a paint splattered tshirt and khakis, when he saw Grant and myself against the door.
Grant was kissing the hollow of my neck, when he started a trail on the side of my neck.
One of my hands was on the doorknob, while the other was running through his sandy blonde hair.
"I think that should be done on the other side of your door," the man said.
Grant continued kissing my neck, when I opened my eyes and saw a tall, brunette man with a cigarette dangling from mouth, looking at us. He continued kissing my neck, as I turned away and opened my door. He couldn't take his hands off me, pinching there or grabbing here. After finally getting the door opened, I looked at the other guy, then dragged Grant in and shut the door behind us.
The next day, Grant left the apartment in some jeans and a tshirt, while I was standing against the doorway wearing a long tshirt. As soon as Grant disappeared down the stairs, I saw the other guy walk into the hallway holding a thick hard bound book. He was wearing a big grey sweater with a white shirt and tie peeking out and dark slacks, with another cigarette dangling from his mouth. I looked at him. He saw Grant pass by, then he turned and smiled at me, taking the cigarette out of his mouth.
"Good morning."
"Morning." I said.
I was about to close the door, when he got my attention.
"It's obvious that you're new around here. There's this great downtown diner. I was wondering if you would like to go for breakfast before work?"
I stood there, then looked at him.
Pause.
He seemed safe.
I nodded.
An hour later, we sat at a diner booth finished with our breakfast. I had an orange juice and pancakes covered with maple syrup, while he had a cup of black coffee and an omelet.
"So, tell me, what were you doing leaving your apartment at 3:20?"
By this time, I learned a few things about this other guy. His name was Clark Falner. He was a Leo. An architect. Boring, getting to know you information that dropped from his lips. Who knows? He could have lied the whole time.
"To think about what I could fill a frame with."
"Oh? Do a little photography on the side?", I said.
"No. Painting."
He raised his hand and got the attention of our waitress, who came over and took out her notepad from her pocket. She added it up, then set it down on the table.
"I could show you some of them, if we meet here after work," he added.
Pause.
I nodded.
He took out his wallet, looked at the bill, dropped down the money, then we got up and walked out of the diner.
"You don't mind a little company? Just in case, you know, some character bothers you and you need a super-hero," he joked.
I laughed and said, "If you want."
"OK, great."
The office was around the corner of the diner, but I still arrived ten minutes late.
Clark was standing there under the awning, looking a little anxious. When he saw me, he took the cigarette from his mouth, then tossed it out onto the ground and stepped on it.
I came up to him and he gave me a quick look over while exhaling smoke.
"Ready?"
I nodded.
He walked off and I followed him to his car parked on the sidewalk. He fished his keys from his pocket and opened the passenger door. I moved in and sat down on the seat and closed the door, as he moved around and opened his door. He came in, put his keys in the ignition, shut his door, then drove off.
The studio was roomy. It smelled of candles and paint and everything else in between. The lone table had a sketchboard on top of it half filled with a rough outline. There were easily twenty snuffed out white candles surrounding the sketch board.
He saw me looking at the table, as he lit up another cigarette.
"Purely atmosphere."
I see...
"Come here. I want you to see something. It's one of my favorites." he added.
I looked at him, as he walked over to one corner of the room where a huge canvas was veiled by a green sheet.
"Close your eyes," he continued.
I closed my eyes, as he pulled down the sheet.
"Ready," he continued.
I opened my eyes and saw the portrait.
A young blonde woman dressed in a peach peasant blouse and a white ankle-length skirt, holding a little child in her arms and sitting on a stool.
I moved closer to the painting and gazed over every inch of it.
"That's a very beautiful portrait."
"It's a portrait of Miranda, my ex-wife."
I looked at him. He looked mildly bothered, while blowing smoke out of his mouth, but I shrugged it off and asked him anyway.
"What happened?"
"Oh, nothing tragic. She left me for another guy. By the way, the child in the portrait is a nephew, when he was just born. If it wasn't for her," he stopped mid-sentence realizing he was talking in a mildly irritated tone.
I kept quiet.
"Enough of my babbling. Like it?"
I nodded.
Clark tossed the sheet back over it, then walked away. I just stood there, as he walked over to the refrigerator.
"Want something to drink?", he asked.
I turned away from the painting, then looked at him and nodded.
"Name it. It's here. My friend keeps it well stocked. He lends me the place thinking, since I paint, that I seduce gorgeous women all the time. How can I, when there's no place to sleep?"
Pause.
"I'll be fine with anything you're drinking," I said.
He nodded and opened the refrigerator door, surrounded by his smoke.
I sat down on the bench in the middle of the room and looked around. Next to the refrigerator, there was a counter with a sink in it. Four spaced apart windows looked out over downtown. The closed door turned out to be the bathroom door. Several paintings were hung up with or without frames. There were several light fixtures around the room. The other furniture included two stools, a plain wood-paneled screen, a telephone, a stereo, a table with a box underneath and television on top of it, and a huge couch.
A few minutes passed before he walked back over with two Coke bottles. He had one glass with ice cubes, which he handed to me with a bottle. I set the glass on the bench, as he sat down near me. His cigarette was almost out, which he noticed. Clark got up and moved to the couch, where he had more room and the ashtray was located. He put out his cigarette, then took a sip of his bottle. He was watching me, when I finished emptying my drink and swung my head his way. Clark had a new cigarette in his mouth. He took the cigarette out of his mouth, then set it on the ashtray. After blowing out the smoke, he took another sip of his drink, swallowed, set the bottle in front of the couch, then took off his sweater and started undoing his tie. He had his tie undone, when he dropped it on the floor. He unbuttoned the top two buttons on his shirt, then ran his hand through his dark hair. Clark picked up his cigarette and resumed smoking.
I picked up my glass and got up, walked over and sat down on the couch near him.
"Just out of curiosity. Have you ever seduced anyone in here?", I asked.
He took the cigarette from his mouth and exhaled the smoke, He laughed, before leaning down and picking up his drink.
He took another sip and swallowed, then said, "It's been so long since a woman's been near me. I'm convinced that women just don't find me very attractive. I'm probably the only guy who didn't go through that period of sleeping with every willing woman I could find, as soon as I was divorced."
Pause.
"Oh, in case you're wondering, the other extreme had crossed my mind a few times--Desperation will do that to a person--But, it's a complete turn off when I catch a guy ogling me," he continued, then quickly added. "Celibacy has been a way of life for, easily, four years. Of course, a lot of porn helps in that department. I've accumulated quite a collection."
A laugh came out of me at this point.
I looked down at the glass in my hand and finally took a sip.
Clark smiled at me, then put his cigarette back in his mouth.
The whole night, he didn't try to lay a hand on me. We sat on the couch and chatted all night. He was a perfect gentleman, although he did show part of his collection in the box under the table.
It was midnight, before he took me home.
When we got home, we were opening our doors and laughing.
As soon as his door was open, he looked at me.
"That probably didn't count as a date, but do I still kiss you goodnight?", he said.
I looked at him and laughed again then shook my head.
Sunday, June 18, 2006
Saturday, June 17, 2006
Untitled Short Play Three
I'm actually going to turn this into a short film.
CHARACTERS:
VIOLET
BILL
MAN 2
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SCENE ONE
Lights up.
What looks like a large box with a glass front separates the upstage and downstage. There isn't much in the "room". There's only a lot of chairs scattered and facing different directions.
VIOLET stands behind the glass, holding a vase. She picks one of the chairs and sits down. She sets the vase next to her on one nearby chair. She looks at the hem at her dress, which ends below her knees.
BILL walks by and about to pass, when he sees VIOLET, but stops in front of the glass.
VIOLET not paying attention, gets up and goes to a different chair, which faces another. She silently mimics a conversation with an imaginary friend
BILL looks around to see if someone else comes, before turning back to her.
VIOLET still doesn't pay attention.
BILL smiles at her, before tapping on the glass.
At first, VI0LET ignores him, but eventually looks in his direction.
BOTH look at each other, curiously.
VIOLET gets up and slowly moves over to the glass.
BOTH stand near each other, staring.
BILL waves hello to her.
A big smile comes over her face, before she waves back.
BOTH look each other over.
BILL puts his palm on the glass.
VIOLET looks at his hand, before sadly shaking her head and looking at him.
BILL takes his hand slowly away.from the glass, looking at her.
VIOLET walks away from the glass and goes to a different chair.
BILL watches her.
VIOLET quickly peeks at BILL.
BILL waves to her, before hesitantly turning away from the glass and walking away. He takes two steps.
VI0LET rushes back to the glass and starts furiously banging on the glass.
BILL stops and turns his head back to the glass.
VIOLET watches, before a bittersweet smile comes over her face and she slowly puts her hand on the glass.
BILL moves back to her.
VIOLET leaves her hand on the glass.
BILL smiles, then looks at her palm and puts his hand directly opposite hers.
BOTH stand with their hands like that, looking at each other.
MAN 2 walks onstage and looks at the glass. He sees BOTH, then walks over, staring at them, and crosses his arms.
Pause.
BILL slowly turns to MAN 2
MAN 2:
Who are you?
BILL:
I'm just a passerby.
MAN 2:
Well, she doesn't need any of your kind.
BILL.
But, she looks lonely.
MAN 2:
She's not lonely. She has her own company.
BILL looks at her.
VIOLET sees MAN 2 and quickly moves away from the glass.
BILL looks at MAN 2, then turns back to VIOLET.
BILL:
Who are you to say what she needs?
MAN 2:
I protect her. I know what she wants.
BILL:
Have you asked her?
MAN 2:
She doesn't talk.
BILL:
But, she does know how to communicate.
MAN 2:
That's right. Violet does.
BILL:
Is that her name? (looks at VIOLET) Violet?
VIOLET smiles and MAN 2 nods.
MAN 2:
That's the name she responds to.
MAN 2 looks at VIOLET and the smile quickly drops off her face.
BILL:
And, what is your name?
MAN 2:
That doesn't matter.
MAN 2 shoves BILL away from the glass box.
VI0LET turns to the glass and looks at BILL, sadly waving to him.
BILL waves to her and smiles.
BILL:
I'll be back tomorrow, Violet.
BILL turns away and walks off.
MAN 2 looks at her, before patting the glass.
MAN 2:
You don't need him.
VIOLET refuses to look at MAN 2 and moves to a chair that has its back to him. She sits down with her back completely to him.
MAN 2 just stands there.
Lights down.
SCENE TWO
Lights up.
VIOLET stands up, looking out the glass box. She seems to be expecting someone.
BILL walks onstage and looks at her. He holds a bouquet of daisies.
B0TH smile at each other.
BILL waves hello to her.
BILL:
I bought you some flowers, Violet. How do I give them to you?
BILL looks for a place to put them.
VI0LET looks to the side, then moves over there. She motions for him to come over.
BILL follows her there.
VIOLET taps on the wall.
BILL hears her tapping, then presses on the area VIOLET taps.
She stops and a flap falls open inside the "room".
VIOLET folds down the flap, so it's flat, then looks at BILL, smiling.
BILL slides the flowers through the window, resting them on the flap.
VIOLET takes them, then turns away and finds the vase.
BILL watches her, smiling.
VI0LET picks up the vase, then puts the flowers in. She sets the vase back down, then picks up the water pitcher nearby and pours a little water into the vase. She sets the water pitcher down. She stands there, looking around the room. A handkerchief lies on one chair then goes over to it. On the chair next to it, conveniently rests a perfume bottle. She moves over and picks them both up and sprays the handkerchief with the perfume a couple times, then sets the perfume bottle back down on the chair. She walks back over and presents it to him.
BILL seems a little surprised at this, bill doesn't react other than with all embarrassed grin. He smells it, folds it up gently, slips it in his shirt pocket, then pats his pocket.
VIOLET reaches out of the window and touches BILL.
BILL looks at her, then smiles and moves closer.
VIOLET touches his lips.
BILL holds her hand to his mouth and gently kisses her fingers.
VIOLET shyly looks away. A smile comes over her face.
BILL smiles at her, after he lets go of her hand and she takes it back. He reaches in and brushes her hair behind her ear.
BOTH are completely involved with each other's attention, when MAN 2 walks onstage and sees them.
MAN 2:
I see you're back.
BILL swings his head, then almost takes his hand away.
VI0LET looks at MAN 2, but grips BILL'S hand.
BILL looks at her, then smiles and looks back at MAN 2.
BILL:
I am.
BILL looks at VIOLET and touches her hair.
MAN 2 looks at her, then looks back at BILL. He starts rubbing his chin.
MAN 2:
So, you want to be her friend.
BILL looks at VIOLET, and still holds his hand.
BILL:
Yes, I do.
MAN 2.
There is something you can do, if you'd like to be her friend.
VIOLET starts shaking his hand.
BILL turn to her.
VIOLET shakes her head, as if to warn him.
BILL:
Relax. He won't hurt me.
VIOLET looks at him, then slowly lets go of his hand.
MAN 2:
Let's go.
BILL looks at her and smiles.
BILL:
Everything will be okay.
MAN 2 starts walking off and BILL follows him.
Before they exit offstage, BILL looks at VIOLET and smiles.
VIOLET stands there for a few seconds, then closes the window and moves away from it. She goes over to one chair and sits down. She sits there for a full minute, before the door opens in the back.
MAN 2 stands in the doorway.
MAN 2:
You come on along now.
VIOLET gets up and just stands there.
MAN 2 walks over to her, then takes a hold of her arm.
VIOLET tries to yank his arm free.
MAN 2 grips onto her arm, then drags her out of the room. He slams the door, when BOTH are inside the doorway entrance.
[A full thirty seconds, or minute, passes.]
The door in the back opens. MAN 2 stands in the doorway.
VIOLET walks in, crying. She goes over to one seat in the middle, turning to the chair in front of her.
MAN 2 looks offstage.
MAN 2:
Come on.
BILL walks into the glass box and stands near the doorway.
MAN 2 moves away and closes the door.
BILL moves over to a chair at one corner.
VIOLET turns and smiles at him. She gets up and goes over to him.
BILL looks at her.
She sits down across from him.
BOTH look at each other.
BILL starts to talk, but soon realizes no words are coming out of his mouth.
VI0LET puts her forefinger over his mouth and shakes her head.
BILL just stares at her.
VIOLET:
Don't.
VIOLET seems a little shocked something came out of her mouth. She touches her own lips, aware of what just happened
BILL still stares at her, then touches her mouth.
Black Out
CHARACTERS:
VIOLET
BILL
MAN 2
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SCENE ONE
Lights up.
What looks like a large box with a glass front separates the upstage and downstage. There isn't much in the "room". There's only a lot of chairs scattered and facing different directions.
VIOLET stands behind the glass, holding a vase. She picks one of the chairs and sits down. She sets the vase next to her on one nearby chair. She looks at the hem at her dress, which ends below her knees.
BILL walks by and about to pass, when he sees VIOLET, but stops in front of the glass.
VIOLET not paying attention, gets up and goes to a different chair, which faces another. She silently mimics a conversation with an imaginary friend
BILL looks around to see if someone else comes, before turning back to her.
VIOLET still doesn't pay attention.
BILL smiles at her, before tapping on the glass.
At first, VI0LET ignores him, but eventually looks in his direction.
BOTH look at each other, curiously.
VIOLET gets up and slowly moves over to the glass.
BOTH stand near each other, staring.
BILL waves hello to her.
A big smile comes over her face, before she waves back.
BOTH look each other over.
BILL puts his palm on the glass.
VIOLET looks at his hand, before sadly shaking her head and looking at him.
BILL takes his hand slowly away.from the glass, looking at her.
VIOLET walks away from the glass and goes to a different chair.
BILL watches her.
VIOLET quickly peeks at BILL.
BILL waves to her, before hesitantly turning away from the glass and walking away. He takes two steps.
VI0LET rushes back to the glass and starts furiously banging on the glass.
BILL stops and turns his head back to the glass.
VIOLET watches, before a bittersweet smile comes over her face and she slowly puts her hand on the glass.
BILL moves back to her.
VIOLET leaves her hand on the glass.
BILL smiles, then looks at her palm and puts his hand directly opposite hers.
BOTH stand with their hands like that, looking at each other.
MAN 2 walks onstage and looks at the glass. He sees BOTH, then walks over, staring at them, and crosses his arms.
Pause.
BILL slowly turns to MAN 2
MAN 2:
Who are you?
BILL:
I'm just a passerby.
MAN 2:
Well, she doesn't need any of your kind.
BILL.
But, she looks lonely.
MAN 2:
She's not lonely. She has her own company.
BILL looks at her.
VIOLET sees MAN 2 and quickly moves away from the glass.
BILL looks at MAN 2, then turns back to VIOLET.
BILL:
Who are you to say what she needs?
MAN 2:
I protect her. I know what she wants.
BILL:
Have you asked her?
MAN 2:
She doesn't talk.
BILL:
But, she does know how to communicate.
MAN 2:
That's right. Violet does.
BILL:
Is that her name? (looks at VIOLET) Violet?
VIOLET smiles and MAN 2 nods.
MAN 2:
That's the name she responds to.
MAN 2 looks at VIOLET and the smile quickly drops off her face.
BILL:
And, what is your name?
MAN 2:
That doesn't matter.
MAN 2 shoves BILL away from the glass box.
VI0LET turns to the glass and looks at BILL, sadly waving to him.
BILL waves to her and smiles.
BILL:
I'll be back tomorrow, Violet.
BILL turns away and walks off.
MAN 2 looks at her, before patting the glass.
MAN 2:
You don't need him.
VIOLET refuses to look at MAN 2 and moves to a chair that has its back to him. She sits down with her back completely to him.
MAN 2 just stands there.
Lights down.
SCENE TWO
Lights up.
VIOLET stands up, looking out the glass box. She seems to be expecting someone.
BILL walks onstage and looks at her. He holds a bouquet of daisies.
B0TH smile at each other.
BILL waves hello to her.
BILL:
I bought you some flowers, Violet. How do I give them to you?
BILL looks for a place to put them.
VI0LET looks to the side, then moves over there. She motions for him to come over.
BILL follows her there.
VIOLET taps on the wall.
BILL hears her tapping, then presses on the area VIOLET taps.
She stops and a flap falls open inside the "room".
VIOLET folds down the flap, so it's flat, then looks at BILL, smiling.
BILL slides the flowers through the window, resting them on the flap.
VIOLET takes them, then turns away and finds the vase.
BILL watches her, smiling.
VI0LET picks up the vase, then puts the flowers in. She sets the vase back down, then picks up the water pitcher nearby and pours a little water into the vase. She sets the water pitcher down. She stands there, looking around the room. A handkerchief lies on one chair then goes over to it. On the chair next to it, conveniently rests a perfume bottle. She moves over and picks them both up and sprays the handkerchief with the perfume a couple times, then sets the perfume bottle back down on the chair. She walks back over and presents it to him.
BILL seems a little surprised at this, bill doesn't react other than with all embarrassed grin. He smells it, folds it up gently, slips it in his shirt pocket, then pats his pocket.
VIOLET reaches out of the window and touches BILL.
BILL looks at her, then smiles and moves closer.
VIOLET touches his lips.
BILL holds her hand to his mouth and gently kisses her fingers.
VIOLET shyly looks away. A smile comes over her face.
BILL smiles at her, after he lets go of her hand and she takes it back. He reaches in and brushes her hair behind her ear.
BOTH are completely involved with each other's attention, when MAN 2 walks onstage and sees them.
MAN 2:
I see you're back.
BILL swings his head, then almost takes his hand away.
VI0LET looks at MAN 2, but grips BILL'S hand.
BILL looks at her, then smiles and looks back at MAN 2.
BILL:
I am.
BILL looks at VIOLET and touches her hair.
MAN 2 looks at her, then looks back at BILL. He starts rubbing his chin.
MAN 2:
So, you want to be her friend.
BILL looks at VIOLET, and still holds his hand.
BILL:
Yes, I do.
MAN 2.
There is something you can do, if you'd like to be her friend.
VIOLET starts shaking his hand.
BILL turn to her.
VIOLET shakes her head, as if to warn him.
BILL:
Relax. He won't hurt me.
VIOLET looks at him, then slowly lets go of his hand.
MAN 2:
Let's go.
BILL looks at her and smiles.
BILL:
Everything will be okay.
MAN 2 starts walking off and BILL follows him.
Before they exit offstage, BILL looks at VIOLET and smiles.
VIOLET stands there for a few seconds, then closes the window and moves away from it. She goes over to one chair and sits down. She sits there for a full minute, before the door opens in the back.
MAN 2 stands in the doorway.
MAN 2:
You come on along now.
VIOLET gets up and just stands there.
MAN 2 walks over to her, then takes a hold of her arm.
VIOLET tries to yank his arm free.
MAN 2 grips onto her arm, then drags her out of the room. He slams the door, when BOTH are inside the doorway entrance.
[A full thirty seconds, or minute, passes.]
The door in the back opens. MAN 2 stands in the doorway.
VIOLET walks in, crying. She goes over to one seat in the middle, turning to the chair in front of her.
MAN 2 looks offstage.
MAN 2:
Come on.
BILL walks into the glass box and stands near the doorway.
MAN 2 moves away and closes the door.
BILL moves over to a chair at one corner.
VIOLET turns and smiles at him. She gets up and goes over to him.
BILL looks at her.
She sits down across from him.
BOTH look at each other.
BILL starts to talk, but soon realizes no words are coming out of his mouth.
VI0LET puts her forefinger over his mouth and shakes her head.
BILL just stares at her.
VIOLET:
Don't.
VIOLET seems a little shocked something came out of her mouth. She touches her own lips, aware of what just happened
BILL still stares at her, then touches her mouth.
Black Out
Tuesday, June 13, 2006
Untitled Short Play Two
CHARACTERS:
JULIAN
NAOMI
ISABEL
OWEN
SCENE ONE
Lights up.
A modern living room. A desk with a typewriter sits fairly close to the audience. A big, comfortable couch, off to the right.
JULIAN sits at a table with a typewriter, typing.
NAOMI walks in and over to JULIAN. She puts her arms around him and kisses his cheek.
JULIAN doesn't react to her.
NAOMI lets go, whispers into his ear, then exits offstage.
JULIAN continues typing.
ISABEL walks into the room and comes up behind him, putting her hands on his shoulders.
JULIAN stops and looks up.
ISABEL:
Julian?
JULIAN gives her a side glance.
JULIAN:
Huh?
ISABEL:
I need to go out of town for the weekend.
JULIAN:
Where do you need to go?
ISABEL:
Chicago.
JULIAN nods.
(LONG PAUSE)
JULIAN.
What time do you have to wake up?
ISABEL runs one hand through his hair.
A smile comes over JULIAN's face, before he turns to her.
ISABEL leans down and kisses him.
ISABEL:
The plane takes off at six, so I have to leave early.
JULIAN:
Do you want me to give you a ride to the airport?
ISABEL:
No. I'll let you sleep.
ISABEL slowly pulls out JULIAN's chair, then turns it, so they face each other. She slowly gets on his lap.
They start kissing.
NAOMI walks back in. She leans against the wall, then opens her purse and takes a lipstick container.
She opens it, then slowly starts applying lipstick, using the mirror on the case.
ISABEL peers over at what JULIAN's typing, then stops kissing him.
ISABEL (CONT'D):
Is this what you're working on?
ISABEL looks at it, reads a few lines, then looks at him. She silently gets off his lap.
JULIAN:
It's happening again.
ISABEL:
You want our neighbor more than me.
JULIAN:
That's not true.
JULIAN reaches for her hand, but ISABEL won't give it to him.
NAOMI finishes putting on her lipstick, then puts both away. She walks offstage again.
JULIAN looks at ISABEL.
JULIAN reaches for her hand again.
This time, she slowly lets him hold it.
ISABEL:
I believe you.
JULIAN gets up and takes her by the hand, before they exit offstage .
Lights down.
SCENE TWO
Lights up.
JULIAN sits at the table, typing.
NAOMI walks onstage and goes over to the mirror. She turns her back to the audience, before opening her purse and taking out a brush. She starts brushing her hair.
JULIAN stops typing and looks over what he's typing.
NAOMI stops brushing her hair, then puts the brush back in her purse. She looks at her dress, then checks her stockings and starts adjusting one.
JULIAN:
I'm never going to get her out of my head, so I might as well give in.
NAOMI immediately stops.
JULIAN gets up and walks out of the room.
NAOMI turns toward the table, then goes over and vacates the seat JULIAN was at.
She opens the drawer and takes out a pair of scissors. She closes the drawer, then cuts one strap of her top, so it falls.
JULIAN walks back in, holding his watch.
NAOMI gets up from the seat with the scissors. She exits offstage.
JULIAN sits back down, then fixes his watch onto his wrist.
JULIAN sits there, then looks at the ceiling. He sighs and rubs his eyes. He goes back to typing.
NAOMI walks in and sits on the couch.
OWEN shows up in the doorway.
They look at each other.
NAOMI:
Hello.
OWEN moves over and sits next to her, then grabs her and starts kissing her passionately.
He breaks away and looks at her.
OWEN:
Have you told your husband that you're leaving him?
NAOMI shakes her head.
OWEN lets go of her.
NAOMI:
I need more time.
OWEN
I've left my wife for you. It's time you left your husband, so we can run off with each other.
They stop.
JULIAN sits at the table. He pulls the sheet from the typewriter, shakes his head, then crumples the paper and tosses it into the nearby trashcan.
He takes a fresh piece of paper from the pile, then puts it in the typewriter and starts typing again.
NAOMI still sits on the couch. She picks up the glass of wine from the table and starts drinking.
OWEN sits next to her and pulls out a long box from his pocket. He opens it and dangles an
antique-looking necklace in front of her.
NAOMI nods, before loosely gathering up her hair into a ponytail.
OWEN gingerly puts it on her. NAOMI touches it, then drops her hand.
OWEN takes her glass and sets it down on the table, before putting his arm around her. He kisses her cheek.
They stop again.
JULIAN sits at the table, shakes his head in disgust, then rips the paper from the typewriter and forms it into a ball.
He gets up and throws the ball into the trashcan, before exiting offstage.
Lights down.
SCENE THREE
Lights up.
Basically the same living room, except the desk is pushed to the side and covered with a tablecloth.
NAOMI sits with her head on her shoulder. Her attention is off to one side.
OWEN sits nearby, looking at her.
OWEN:
What's wrong?
NAOMI gets up and walks over in the direction of the window. She stands there, then turns to OWEN.
NAOMI:
Our neighbor is watching us again. Come here.
OWEN gets up and goes over to her.
OWEN:
Time to kiss you?
NAOMI nods.
OWEN runs his thumb over her lips.
NAOMI:
Is he still watching us?
OWEN quickly looks behind her, then leans down and kisses her on the mouth.
They kiss for a little bit, then stop and look at each other.
OWEN looks out the window.
OWEN:
He's still watching.
NAOMI nods.
OWEN kisses her shoulder, then runs his tongue up her neck.
NAOMI:
Let's speed things up a little.
NAOMI takes off OWEN's tshirt.
OWEN starts kissing her mouth, then starts kissing a trail around her neck.
NAOMI turns her attention towards the window.
OWEN:
Our neighbor must be getting an eyeful.
NAOMI:
He's gone.
NAOMI pushes him away, then starts walking away.
OWEN:
We could continue kissing.
NAOMI laughs, then goes back to the couch and sits down.
OWEN stands there, looking at her.
NAOMI looks at him and shakes her head.
OWEN nods, puts his tshirt back on, then goes back to the couch and sits down. He turns to her and smiles.
NAOMI still stares at him.
OWEN puts his hand on her thigh.
NAOMI looks at his hand.
NAOMI:
Hmmmmm.
OWEN
What's on your mind?
NAOMI turns to him and leans closer.
NAOMI:
You can never have me.
NAOMI pushes his hand off, then gets up and exits offstage.
Lights down.
SCENE FOUR
Lights up.
The living room is back to the way it was BEFORE SCENE THREE, with the desk downstage center and uncovered.
JULIAN sits at the table, typing.
The doorbell rings offstage.
He stops, then gets up and exits offstage.
A minute passes before JULIAN walks back in, but stops in the doorway and turns sideways.
JULIAN:
Come in here.
JULIAN turns away and goes back to the table, before sitting down.
NAOMI walks in the doorway, before stopping a few steps in front of it, looking at JULIAN.
JULIAN side glances her, before resuming his typing.
NAOMI:
What are you typing?
JULIAN finishes what he's typing, before stopping.
JULIAN:
Would you like to take a look?
NAOMI:
All right.
NAOMI slowly walks over to the table, standing behind him. She leans over, after setting her hands on the table. She's very close to JULIAN.
JULIAN becomes instantly aware of her closeness.
JULIAN:
Your perfume is quite nice.
NAOMI ignores him, before starting to read aloud what is typed.
NAOMI:
I found myself watching her from where I was. We were in two different places with the distance between us long enough to not be at arm's length. That meant, the inability for physical contact...
NAOMI quickly rips it from the typewriter, then moves over to the couch, reading it to herself.
JULIAN swings around to her, facing diagonal.
JULIAN:
Do you like it?
NAOMI motions for him to wait, then looks up from the paper.
A smile comes over her face.
NAOMI:
Was this inspired by someone?
JULIAN bites his lip, before turning his back to her again.
NAOMI sets the paper down, then gets up and goes over to JULIAN.
Trying to distract himself, he takes another paper off the desk and puts it in the typewriter.
JULIAN
(mainly to himself)
No.
NAOMI puts her arms around JULIAN.
JULIAN looks rather disturbed, but remains passive.
NAOMI leans down and nearly brushes her lips against his cheek.
NAOMI:
There must be someone.
JULIAN
(nervously laughing):
Just a figment of my imagination. She doesn't exist, this woman.
NAOMI runs her lower lip along his neck.
NAOMI:
You're a liar.
JULIAN:
I'm not.
NAOMI runs her lower lip over his ear.
NAOMI:
She's not someone you watch from time to time?
JULIAN bites his lip and looks at his typewriter, shaking his head.
JULIAN:
No.
NAOMI runs her tongue up his ear.
NAOMI:
Who is your muse? Tell me.
JULIAN:
I don't know what you're talking about.
NAOMI:
Don't play coy with me. I watch you, too.
JULIAN swings in her direction, so they're looking at each other.
JULIAN:
You've watched me?
NAOMI nods.
NAOMI:
I'm not blind. You're an attractive guy.
JULIAN turns back to the typewriter.
JULIAN:
My wife wants me to stop.
NAOMI lets go of him.
NAOMI:
Do you want to stop watching me?
JULIAN stares at the typewriter.
JULIAN:
Yes, because it's pointless, when I can't ask you to do things to me.
NAOMI laughs, then lets go of JULIAN.
NAOMI:
Desire makes everyone act stupid.
JULIAN:
That's not true.
NAOMI:
And, you've confused desire with inspiration.
JULIAN side glances her.
Both of them look as if they will say something.
JULIAN bites his lip and looks at his typewriter.
NAOMI turns away, then exits offstage.
JULIAN turns around.
(PAUSE)
JULIAN says nothing, shrugs it off and begins to type.
Black Out.
JULIAN
NAOMI
ISABEL
OWEN
SCENE ONE
Lights up.
A modern living room. A desk with a typewriter sits fairly close to the audience. A big, comfortable couch, off to the right.
JULIAN sits at a table with a typewriter, typing.
NAOMI walks in and over to JULIAN. She puts her arms around him and kisses his cheek.
JULIAN doesn't react to her.
NAOMI lets go, whispers into his ear, then exits offstage.
JULIAN continues typing.
ISABEL walks into the room and comes up behind him, putting her hands on his shoulders.
JULIAN stops and looks up.
ISABEL:
Julian?
JULIAN gives her a side glance.
JULIAN:
Huh?
ISABEL:
I need to go out of town for the weekend.
JULIAN:
Where do you need to go?
ISABEL:
Chicago.
JULIAN nods.
(LONG PAUSE)
JULIAN.
What time do you have to wake up?
ISABEL runs one hand through his hair.
A smile comes over JULIAN's face, before he turns to her.
ISABEL leans down and kisses him.
ISABEL:
The plane takes off at six, so I have to leave early.
JULIAN:
Do you want me to give you a ride to the airport?
ISABEL:
No. I'll let you sleep.
ISABEL slowly pulls out JULIAN's chair, then turns it, so they face each other. She slowly gets on his lap.
They start kissing.
NAOMI walks back in. She leans against the wall, then opens her purse and takes a lipstick container.
She opens it, then slowly starts applying lipstick, using the mirror on the case.
ISABEL peers over at what JULIAN's typing, then stops kissing him.
ISABEL (CONT'D):
Is this what you're working on?
ISABEL looks at it, reads a few lines, then looks at him. She silently gets off his lap.
JULIAN:
It's happening again.
ISABEL:
You want our neighbor more than me.
JULIAN:
That's not true.
JULIAN reaches for her hand, but ISABEL won't give it to him.
NAOMI finishes putting on her lipstick, then puts both away. She walks offstage again.
JULIAN looks at ISABEL.
JULIAN reaches for her hand again.
This time, she slowly lets him hold it.
ISABEL:
I believe you.
JULIAN gets up and takes her by the hand, before they exit offstage .
Lights down.
SCENE TWO
Lights up.
JULIAN sits at the table, typing.
NAOMI walks onstage and goes over to the mirror. She turns her back to the audience, before opening her purse and taking out a brush. She starts brushing her hair.
JULIAN stops typing and looks over what he's typing.
NAOMI stops brushing her hair, then puts the brush back in her purse. She looks at her dress, then checks her stockings and starts adjusting one.
JULIAN:
I'm never going to get her out of my head, so I might as well give in.
NAOMI immediately stops.
JULIAN gets up and walks out of the room.
NAOMI turns toward the table, then goes over and vacates the seat JULIAN was at.
She opens the drawer and takes out a pair of scissors. She closes the drawer, then cuts one strap of her top, so it falls.
JULIAN walks back in, holding his watch.
NAOMI gets up from the seat with the scissors. She exits offstage.
JULIAN sits back down, then fixes his watch onto his wrist.
JULIAN sits there, then looks at the ceiling. He sighs and rubs his eyes. He goes back to typing.
NAOMI walks in and sits on the couch.
OWEN shows up in the doorway.
They look at each other.
NAOMI:
Hello.
OWEN moves over and sits next to her, then grabs her and starts kissing her passionately.
He breaks away and looks at her.
OWEN:
Have you told your husband that you're leaving him?
NAOMI shakes her head.
OWEN lets go of her.
NAOMI:
I need more time.
OWEN
I've left my wife for you. It's time you left your husband, so we can run off with each other.
They stop.
JULIAN sits at the table. He pulls the sheet from the typewriter, shakes his head, then crumples the paper and tosses it into the nearby trashcan.
He takes a fresh piece of paper from the pile, then puts it in the typewriter and starts typing again.
NAOMI still sits on the couch. She picks up the glass of wine from the table and starts drinking.
OWEN sits next to her and pulls out a long box from his pocket. He opens it and dangles an
antique-looking necklace in front of her.
NAOMI nods, before loosely gathering up her hair into a ponytail.
OWEN gingerly puts it on her. NAOMI touches it, then drops her hand.
OWEN takes her glass and sets it down on the table, before putting his arm around her. He kisses her cheek.
They stop again.
JULIAN sits at the table, shakes his head in disgust, then rips the paper from the typewriter and forms it into a ball.
He gets up and throws the ball into the trashcan, before exiting offstage.
Lights down.
SCENE THREE
Lights up.
Basically the same living room, except the desk is pushed to the side and covered with a tablecloth.
NAOMI sits with her head on her shoulder. Her attention is off to one side.
OWEN sits nearby, looking at her.
OWEN:
What's wrong?
NAOMI gets up and walks over in the direction of the window. She stands there, then turns to OWEN.
NAOMI:
Our neighbor is watching us again. Come here.
OWEN gets up and goes over to her.
OWEN:
Time to kiss you?
NAOMI nods.
OWEN runs his thumb over her lips.
NAOMI:
Is he still watching us?
OWEN quickly looks behind her, then leans down and kisses her on the mouth.
They kiss for a little bit, then stop and look at each other.
OWEN looks out the window.
OWEN:
He's still watching.
NAOMI nods.
OWEN kisses her shoulder, then runs his tongue up her neck.
NAOMI:
Let's speed things up a little.
NAOMI takes off OWEN's tshirt.
OWEN starts kissing her mouth, then starts kissing a trail around her neck.
NAOMI turns her attention towards the window.
OWEN:
Our neighbor must be getting an eyeful.
NAOMI:
He's gone.
NAOMI pushes him away, then starts walking away.
OWEN:
We could continue kissing.
NAOMI laughs, then goes back to the couch and sits down.
OWEN stands there, looking at her.
NAOMI looks at him and shakes her head.
OWEN nods, puts his tshirt back on, then goes back to the couch and sits down. He turns to her and smiles.
NAOMI still stares at him.
OWEN puts his hand on her thigh.
NAOMI looks at his hand.
NAOMI:
Hmmmmm.
OWEN
What's on your mind?
NAOMI turns to him and leans closer.
NAOMI:
You can never have me.
NAOMI pushes his hand off, then gets up and exits offstage.
Lights down.
SCENE FOUR
Lights up.
The living room is back to the way it was BEFORE SCENE THREE, with the desk downstage center and uncovered.
JULIAN sits at the table, typing.
The doorbell rings offstage.
He stops, then gets up and exits offstage.
A minute passes before JULIAN walks back in, but stops in the doorway and turns sideways.
JULIAN:
Come in here.
JULIAN turns away and goes back to the table, before sitting down.
NAOMI walks in the doorway, before stopping a few steps in front of it, looking at JULIAN.
JULIAN side glances her, before resuming his typing.
NAOMI:
What are you typing?
JULIAN finishes what he's typing, before stopping.
JULIAN:
Would you like to take a look?
NAOMI:
All right.
NAOMI slowly walks over to the table, standing behind him. She leans over, after setting her hands on the table. She's very close to JULIAN.
JULIAN becomes instantly aware of her closeness.
JULIAN:
Your perfume is quite nice.
NAOMI ignores him, before starting to read aloud what is typed.
NAOMI:
I found myself watching her from where I was. We were in two different places with the distance between us long enough to not be at arm's length. That meant, the inability for physical contact...
NAOMI quickly rips it from the typewriter, then moves over to the couch, reading it to herself.
JULIAN swings around to her, facing diagonal.
JULIAN:
Do you like it?
NAOMI motions for him to wait, then looks up from the paper.
A smile comes over her face.
NAOMI:
Was this inspired by someone?
JULIAN bites his lip, before turning his back to her again.
NAOMI sets the paper down, then gets up and goes over to JULIAN.
Trying to distract himself, he takes another paper off the desk and puts it in the typewriter.
JULIAN
(mainly to himself)
No.
NAOMI puts her arms around JULIAN.
JULIAN looks rather disturbed, but remains passive.
NAOMI leans down and nearly brushes her lips against his cheek.
NAOMI:
There must be someone.
JULIAN
(nervously laughing):
Just a figment of my imagination. She doesn't exist, this woman.
NAOMI runs her lower lip along his neck.
NAOMI:
You're a liar.
JULIAN:
I'm not.
NAOMI runs her lower lip over his ear.
NAOMI:
She's not someone you watch from time to time?
JULIAN bites his lip and looks at his typewriter, shaking his head.
JULIAN:
No.
NAOMI runs her tongue up his ear.
NAOMI:
Who is your muse? Tell me.
JULIAN:
I don't know what you're talking about.
NAOMI:
Don't play coy with me. I watch you, too.
JULIAN swings in her direction, so they're looking at each other.
JULIAN:
You've watched me?
NAOMI nods.
NAOMI:
I'm not blind. You're an attractive guy.
JULIAN turns back to the typewriter.
JULIAN:
My wife wants me to stop.
NAOMI lets go of him.
NAOMI:
Do you want to stop watching me?
JULIAN stares at the typewriter.
JULIAN:
Yes, because it's pointless, when I can't ask you to do things to me.
NAOMI laughs, then lets go of JULIAN.
NAOMI:
Desire makes everyone act stupid.
JULIAN:
That's not true.
NAOMI:
And, you've confused desire with inspiration.
JULIAN side glances her.
Both of them look as if they will say something.
JULIAN bites his lip and looks at his typewriter.
NAOMI turns away, then exits offstage.
JULIAN turns around.
(PAUSE)
JULIAN says nothing, shrugs it off and begins to type.
Black Out.
Untitled Short Play One
CHARACTERS:
EVA
MATTHEW
SCENE FIVE
Lights up.
The chairs sit far away and diagonal from each other.
BOTH sit in these chairs.
MATTHEW watches EVA.
EVA looks like a French film star circa 1960's New Wave movement, while MATTHEW hasn't changed.
MATTHEW:
I don't understand you anymore.
EVA:
Pourquoi la colere? (Why the anger?)
MATTHEW gets up from his chair, then goes over to her. He grabs her and pulls her up.
EVA doesn't know how to respond.
MATTHEW:
Who are you?
EVA:
Ton femme. (Your wife.)
MATTHEW:
You're different.
EVA looks mildly terrified.
MATTHEW (CONT'D):
I don't know who you are. Where is the woman I married?
MATTHEW shakes her hard and pushes her away.
They look at each other.
EVA starts crying and goes down on her knees, as if to beg for forgiveness.
EVA:
Matthew, s'il vous plait. Nous... (Matthew, please. We...)
MATTHEW looks at the chair and picks it up. About to attack her with it, he decides not to and flings it upstage, instead.
MATTHEW.
Our marriage is dead.
MATTHEW storms off stage right.
EVA:
(yelling)
Non!
EVA continues crying, while shaking her head.
Black Out.
*OPTIONAL ENDING*
SCENE SIX
Lights up.
The chairs are gone. Everything looks like it did in the beginning.
EVA stands there, looking depressed. She stares at the ground.
MATTHEW peeks his head in from stage right.
He looks at EVA, then walks in, carrying a French translation book. Before walking to her, he quickly flips through it, looks up a word, then closes it. He walks over to her, then lightly taps her shoulder.
EVA turns to him.
MATTHEW:
Desole. (Sorry.)
They look at each other.
EVA:
Dites-moi encore. (Tell me again.)
MATTHEW quickly opens the translation book to a word. He looks it up, then closes it. He puts his hands on each side of her face, then looks deep into her eyes.
MATTHEW:
Femme, desole. (Wife, sorry.)
A smile slowly wipes the frown from her face.
He kisses her on the lips, then takes his hands away.
EVA looks at the book, then smiles. She closes it, then puts her hand on it.
MATTHEW puts his hand on hers, then tucks a lock of hair behind her ear and kisses her cheek.
MATTHEW (CONT'D):
I want to understand you.
EVA takes the book, flips through it, then shows him.
MATTHEW reads the word EVA points at.
MATTHEW (CONT'D):
Forgive.
MATTHEW smiles at her and kisses her.
Black out.
EVA
MATTHEW
SCENE ONE
[*note- As the play progresses, the woman starts using more French words. If the director chooses, it can be adapted into the language of their choice. The English translation follows what is spoken.]
Lights up.
The stage is empty. There is no background scenery, except a closed curtain, and the lighting quite sparse.
EVA sits on the ground, looking at the floor. She wears shorts and a tank top.
MATTHEW enters from stage left and sits next to EVA, then turns to her. He's dressed similiar.
EVA turns to him and takes his hands into hers. She smiles at him, then leans close and kisses him on the cheek.
MATTHEW smiles, then kisses her forehead.
They look at each other.
MATTHEW:
I'm happiest when I'm with you.
MATTHEW puts her arms around him, then starts kissing her mouth.
After a short time, they stop.
EVA:
This is such a beautiful moment.
MATTHEW looks at her.
MATTHEW:
Do you love me?
EVA:
Of course.
EVA nods, before standing up. She's about to turn away.
MATTHEW grabs her before she can.
EVA looks at him.
MATTHEW moves onto his knees.
EVA stands in profile, while MATTHEW kneels. He puts his arms around her and his face against one of her legs
MATTHEW looks up at her.
MATTHEW:
I feel very close to you. I can tell you anything.
EVA runs her hand through his hair.
EVA:
That's because our relationship is based on connection.
[Pause]
MATTHEW:
Can I ask you something?
EVA:
Go ahead.
MATTHEW:
Will you marry me?
EVA doesn't know how to react, at first.
EVA:
Yes, of course.
MATTHEW:
Oh, I forgot.
MATTHEW takes a ring box from a pocket, then opens it. He lets go of her, then presents the ring.
EVA:
Yes.
MATTHEW takes her hand, then puts the ring on her finger and kisses her hand.
Lights down.
SCENE TWO
Lights up.
A full-length mirror, which had been obscured by the curtain, is visible.
EVA and MATTHEW have their backs to the audience. Their clothes have changed.
[*note- As the play progresses, the woman starts using more French words. If the director chooses, it can be adapted into the language of their choice. The English translation follows what is spoken.]
Lights up.
The stage is empty. There is no background scenery, except a closed curtain, and the lighting quite sparse.
EVA sits on the ground, looking at the floor. She wears shorts and a tank top.
MATTHEW enters from stage left and sits next to EVA, then turns to her. He's dressed similiar.
EVA turns to him and takes his hands into hers. She smiles at him, then leans close and kisses him on the cheek.
MATTHEW smiles, then kisses her forehead.
They look at each other.
MATTHEW:
I'm happiest when I'm with you.
MATTHEW puts her arms around him, then starts kissing her mouth.
After a short time, they stop.
EVA:
This is such a beautiful moment.
MATTHEW looks at her.
MATTHEW:
Do you love me?
EVA:
Of course.
EVA nods, before standing up. She's about to turn away.
MATTHEW grabs her before she can.
EVA looks at him.
MATTHEW moves onto his knees.
EVA stands in profile, while MATTHEW kneels. He puts his arms around her and his face against one of her legs
MATTHEW looks up at her.
MATTHEW:
I feel very close to you. I can tell you anything.
EVA runs her hand through his hair.
EVA:
That's because our relationship is based on connection.
[Pause]
MATTHEW:
Can I ask you something?
EVA:
Go ahead.
MATTHEW:
Will you marry me?
EVA doesn't know how to react, at first.
EVA:
Yes, of course.
MATTHEW:
Oh, I forgot.
MATTHEW takes a ring box from a pocket, then opens it. He lets go of her, then presents the ring.
EVA:
Yes.
MATTHEW takes her hand, then puts the ring on her finger and kisses her hand.
Lights down.
SCENE TWO
Lights up.
A full-length mirror, which had been obscured by the curtain, is visible.
EVA and MATTHEW have their backs to the audience. Their clothes have changed.
EVA wears a slip while MATTHEW wears a white tshirt and boxers.
They face the mirror.
MATTHEW kisses her cheek. He's, also, holding her veil.
MATTHEW:
You're going to look beautiful tomorrow.
EVA:
Think so?
MATTHEW slides his arm around her waist.
MATTHEW:
I know so.
EVA puts her head on his shoulder.
EVA:
Miel. (Honey.)
MATTHEW looks at her.
MATTHEW:
Did you say something?
EVA lifts her head, then shakes it.
EVA.
No. Why?
MATTHEW shrugs it off. He lets go and puts the veil on her.
BOTH turn to each other.
EVA holds it in place, while MATTHEW lifts it up. He leans close and kisses her on the lips.
EVA drops her hand, so the veil falls off.
They stop and look at it, but go back to kissing.
Lights down.
SCENE THREE
Lights up.
The curtain is closed and two chairs sit center stage, facing the audience.
Dressed in simple wedding clothes, EVA and MATTHEW sit in the chairs.
EVA turns to him and puts her hand on his arm.
MATTHEW smiles and Iifts up the veil, then kisses her forehead.
MATTHEW:
Now, I can call you wife.
EVA puts her head on his shoulder, after wrapping her arm around his.
EVA:
This is confortable. (... comfortable.)
MATTHEW looks at her, before unraveling her arm.
MATTHEW kisses her cheek. He's, also, holding her veil.
MATTHEW:
You're going to look beautiful tomorrow.
EVA:
Think so?
MATTHEW slides his arm around her waist.
MATTHEW:
I know so.
EVA puts her head on his shoulder.
EVA:
Miel. (Honey.)
MATTHEW looks at her.
MATTHEW:
Did you say something?
EVA lifts her head, then shakes it.
EVA.
No. Why?
MATTHEW shrugs it off. He lets go and puts the veil on her.
BOTH turn to each other.
EVA holds it in place, while MATTHEW lifts it up. He leans close and kisses her on the lips.
EVA drops her hand, so the veil falls off.
They stop and look at it, but go back to kissing.
Lights down.
SCENE THREE
Lights up.
The curtain is closed and two chairs sit center stage, facing the audience.
Dressed in simple wedding clothes, EVA and MATTHEW sit in the chairs.
EVA turns to him and puts her hand on his arm.
MATTHEW smiles and Iifts up the veil, then kisses her forehead.
MATTHEW:
Now, I can call you wife.
EVA puts her head on his shoulder, after wrapping her arm around his.
EVA:
This is confortable. (... comfortable.)
MATTHEW looks at her, before unraveling her arm.
He gently unpins her veil from her head, then sets it down in front of himself.
He starts taking the pins from her hair, so locks of hair fall down.
He continues, until all her hair is down.
EVA looks at him, while he does this.
MATTHEW:
I want to hear you call me husband.
EVA smiles.
EVA:
Mari. (Husband.)
MATTHEW tucks her hair to one side, then buries his face in her neck.
MATTHEW:
It's good to be finally alone with you, after a whole day with everyone.
EVA runs her hand over his head.
EVA:
This is a special day for nous. ( ... us.)
MATTHEW looks at her. He cups her chin with his palm and slowly lifts up her head.
They look into each others eyes.
MATTHEW:
Wife.
MATTHEW closes his eyes, then leans in to kiss her.
They kiss, then separate and look at each other.
EVA:
There's wine on your langue. ( ... tongue.)
EVA smiles after this.
MATTHEW scratches his head, then smiles at her.
MATTHEW:
Have I had too much to drink?
EVA coyly looks at him.
MATTHEW leans in and slowly kisses her mouth again.
Lights down.
SCENE FOUR
Lights up.
The two chairs still sit next to each other.
EVA sits, while MATTHEW stands behind her. They wear the same clothes as SCENE TWO. He has his arms around her. She looks happy, but he looks like he has something on his mind.
EVA turns to him and kisses his cheek.
MATTHEW-
I don't know what's come over me.
EVA:
Qu'est-ce the affaire? (What's the matter?)
MATTHEW.
I didn't think anything could come between us.
EVA:
Quelque chose is venir between nous? (Something is coming between us?)
MATTHEW lets go of her, then takes a step back, looking at her. He turns away, takes his chair and sets it across the stage, before sitting down.
The smile drops from her face.
MATTHEW turns away and looks down at the ground.
EVA gets up from her seat, then moves over to him. She sits on his lap.
MATTHEW looks at her, then brushes his hand across her cheek.
MATTHEW:
I'll get over this.
Lights down.
EVA looks at him, while he does this.
MATTHEW:
I want to hear you call me husband.
EVA smiles.
EVA:
Mari. (Husband.)
MATTHEW tucks her hair to one side, then buries his face in her neck.
MATTHEW:
It's good to be finally alone with you, after a whole day with everyone.
EVA runs her hand over his head.
EVA:
This is a special day for nous. ( ... us.)
MATTHEW looks at her. He cups her chin with his palm and slowly lifts up her head.
They look into each others eyes.
MATTHEW:
Wife.
MATTHEW closes his eyes, then leans in to kiss her.
They kiss, then separate and look at each other.
EVA:
There's wine on your langue. ( ... tongue.)
EVA smiles after this.
MATTHEW scratches his head, then smiles at her.
MATTHEW:
Have I had too much to drink?
EVA coyly looks at him.
MATTHEW leans in and slowly kisses her mouth again.
Lights down.
SCENE FOUR
Lights up.
The two chairs still sit next to each other.
EVA sits, while MATTHEW stands behind her. They wear the same clothes as SCENE TWO. He has his arms around her. She looks happy, but he looks like he has something on his mind.
EVA turns to him and kisses his cheek.
MATTHEW-
I don't know what's come over me.
EVA:
Qu'est-ce the affaire? (What's the matter?)
MATTHEW.
I didn't think anything could come between us.
EVA:
Quelque chose is venir between nous? (Something is coming between us?)
MATTHEW lets go of her, then takes a step back, looking at her. He turns away, takes his chair and sets it across the stage, before sitting down.
The smile drops from her face.
MATTHEW turns away and looks down at the ground.
EVA gets up from her seat, then moves over to him. She sits on his lap.
MATTHEW looks at her, then brushes his hand across her cheek.
MATTHEW:
I'll get over this.
Lights down.
SCENE FIVE
Lights up.
The chairs sit far away and diagonal from each other.
BOTH sit in these chairs.
MATTHEW watches EVA.
EVA looks like a French film star circa 1960's New Wave movement, while MATTHEW hasn't changed.
MATTHEW:
I don't understand you anymore.
EVA:
Pourquoi la colere? (Why the anger?)
MATTHEW gets up from his chair, then goes over to her. He grabs her and pulls her up.
EVA doesn't know how to respond.
MATTHEW:
Who are you?
EVA:
Ton femme. (Your wife.)
MATTHEW:
You're different.
EVA looks mildly terrified.
MATTHEW (CONT'D):
I don't know who you are. Where is the woman I married?
MATTHEW shakes her hard and pushes her away.
They look at each other.
EVA starts crying and goes down on her knees, as if to beg for forgiveness.
EVA:
Matthew, s'il vous plait. Nous... (Matthew, please. We...)
MATTHEW looks at the chair and picks it up. About to attack her with it, he decides not to and flings it upstage, instead.
MATTHEW.
Our marriage is dead.
MATTHEW storms off stage right.
EVA:
(yelling)
Non!
EVA continues crying, while shaking her head.
Black Out.
*OPTIONAL ENDING*
SCENE SIX
Lights up.
The chairs are gone. Everything looks like it did in the beginning.
EVA stands there, looking depressed. She stares at the ground.
MATTHEW peeks his head in from stage right.
He looks at EVA, then walks in, carrying a French translation book. Before walking to her, he quickly flips through it, looks up a word, then closes it. He walks over to her, then lightly taps her shoulder.
EVA turns to him.
MATTHEW:
Desole. (Sorry.)
They look at each other.
EVA:
Dites-moi encore. (Tell me again.)
MATTHEW quickly opens the translation book to a word. He looks it up, then closes it. He puts his hands on each side of her face, then looks deep into her eyes.
MATTHEW:
Femme, desole. (Wife, sorry.)
A smile slowly wipes the frown from her face.
He kisses her on the lips, then takes his hands away.
EVA looks at the book, then smiles. She closes it, then puts her hand on it.
MATTHEW puts his hand on hers, then tucks a lock of hair behind her ear and kisses her cheek.
MATTHEW (CONT'D):
I want to understand you.
EVA takes the book, flips through it, then shows him.
MATTHEW reads the word EVA points at.
MATTHEW (CONT'D):
Forgive.
MATTHEW smiles at her and kisses her.
Black out.
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