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The Weight of Words: Part 6

stockvault-man-and-woman-holding-hands130962a play by Laura Lee Bahr

The continuation of ACT1, Scene 1: Mercy and The Dress of Eleanora Duse
(CLICK HERE to read
The Weight of Words: Part 1
)

(CLICK HERE to read
The Weight of Words: Part 2
)

(CLICK HERE to read
The Weight of Words: Part 3
)

(CLICK HERE to read
The Weight of Words: Part 4
)

(CLICK HERE to read
The Weight of Words: Part 5
)

… Gentle Readers… When we last left Herstory Boutique, our Author tore a priceless dress trying it on. She is now, dress torn, topless on the floor unable to pay with the ‘you broke it, you buy it’ policy. Hero, betrothed to Pricilla, who works at Herstory, is moved to pity. We join our story in progress…

AUTHOR: I can’t possibly pay for it- it’s more money than I even owe in student loans and credit cards and they don’t even let you declare bankruptcy anymore- they’re going to put me in the poor house, or the projects, or make me work on a finca-

HERO: No, they wouldn’t possibly do that to you- you’re too…

The AUTHOR and HERO lock eyes. They have a moment, and a light.

Beautiful…

AUTHOR: “Beautiful?”

PRICILLA: (with a shriek that breaks their light) “Beautiful?!” This two-dollar hooker?

AUTHOR: I’m not a hooker- I’m an artist!

HERO:(not noticing that the light broke, still staring intently at the author) Beautiful…

He walks over to her and kneels next to her. The light comes back and everyone around them freezes, suspended in time. He gracefully and gently pulls the dress up around her, so that it is completely covering her, his eyes locked on hers.

…do they even see you at all?

AUTHOR: Yes- too much of me, I think. I mean- I was just half-naked- with this wedding dress like a straightjacket vise over my head and couldn’t get in or out and they saw me and were disgusted and-

HERO: No- I mean do they really see you- like the way I see you.

AUTHOR: I don’t know. How do you see me?

Hero gently takes her hands.

HERO: Most lovely, most precious. Most beautiful. most brilliant. A priceless ruby in an open field- and I find you and must sell everything I own to buy that field.

AUTHOR: That’s a parable. You see me as a parable?

HERO: A priceless ruby in a field. Let me take care of you. Let me worship you. Let me love you. And you, in turn will give life meaning and purpose and beauty.

AUTHOR: I- don’t know… I mean, that sounds like a pretty good deal. I am an artist. So that’s what I do. I make meaning and purpose and beauty.

HERO: Yes! Can you make that for me?

AUTHOR: Why, sure! I don’t see why not. All I need is an alphabet, some grammar, some syntax, I fuck with it a little…put it through my instrument- and an audience, or a public… and money-

HERO: I’ll work. Everyday, I’ll get up in the morning and I’ll go to the office, and I’ll make money for you- so I can support you while you make meaning and purpose and beauty so I can understand this world.

AUTHOR: Wow! Such a deal…

HERO: Yes! Why would I buy a cow when I could have, for the same price, meaning and purpose and beauty?

AUTHOR: Why, indeed?

HERO: Do you want to come away with me?

AUTHOR: Why, that would just make my day!

HERO: I’ll save you!

AUTHOR: I’ll inspire you!

HERO: My muse!

AUTHOR: My hero!

They kiss.

PRICILLA: No!

Everyone else in the store applauds and throws rice as the door chimes rings like wedding bells as The Wedding March begins as the Author and Hero run away together- the Author grabs a rock on her way out.

PRICILLA: No! No! It’s not fair! No!

A: That was so-

B: Story book romance

C: they really need each other

LINDA: I love it when there’s a happy ending.

PRICILLA: No! No! No!

END ACT 1

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Laura Lee Bahr is the author of the short stories Happy Hour and The Liar (available in the anthologies DEMONS, winner of the Bram Stoker award and PSYCHOS, edited by John Skipp and published by Black Dog & Leventhal). She is the award-winning screenwriter of the feature films Jesus Freak and the little Death. Her first novel, HAUNT, received the Wonderland Book Award.

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