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The Weight of Words: Part 7

a play by Laura Lee Bahrstockvault-valentine-greetings-card---circa-1910s140440 (CLICK HERE to read The Weight of Words: Part 1)
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(CLICK HERE to read The Weight of Words: Part 5)
(CLICK HERE to read The Weight of Words: Part 6)

ACT II: The Rocks

There is the sound of typing in the darkness.
The Act opens on a small couch downstage where ALICE and ALEX are sitting together. ALEX is playing the guitar, ALICE is singing “Mercy”.

ALEX: You are truly beautiful when you sing.

ALICE: I love the way you play.

ALEX: I wish that I could climb inside you and emerge like a note.

ALICE: I wish that I was a guitar chord and you would pluck me.

They kiss.

ALEX: I love you more than money.

ALICE: I love you more than chocolate.

ALEX: I love you more than strippers.

ALICE: I love you more than George Clooney.

ALEX: I love you more than fantasy.

ALICE: I love you more than reality.

(In the background, the DOCTOR is speaking the lyrics to “Wouldn’t it be Nice”)

ALEX: To just have someone to come home to-

ALICE: Someone who loved me enough to validate me as human being-

ALEX: To have someone to shield me from my family-

ALICE: To have someone who would do anything for me-

ALEX: So I’m never lonely-

ALICE: So that I know that my life has a purpose-

ALEX: I love you more than reality.

ALICE: I love you more than fantasy.

They kiss.

In the background the DOCTOR is silent.

They kiss some more.
They get bored of kissing.
They stare at each other, eyes empty.
They move away from each other on the couch.

ALICE: (to the audience) We agree, for a time, to be the other thing for the other person. We play-act the other’s role. We become who we think they want us to be- if that can meld with who we want to pretend we are. Maybe we are who we pretend we are. Maybe we see each other as our true selves and we need the other person to remind us- that’s who we really are. Maybe we just like the way the other person smells.

ALEX: (to the audience) I’m fine. It’s okay. It’s great, actually.

ALICE: I don’t think that I ever expected anything more than what I have. Relationships are work.

ALEX: None of us is perfect. And I do love her.

ALICE: We could stay together. Breaking up is so—ugh—

ALEX: Why not stay together? I can cheat if I really need a different flavor. But it’s nice to come home and know what you’re getting. Like McDonalds.

ALICE: I do love him. Sure, I’m bored. But that’s why there’s TV.

ALEX: Thank God for TV!

ALICE: I’m tired. As you age, it just isn’t as important anymore.

ALEX: You work and work and work, and for what?

ALICE: Why should one person fulfill everything anyway?

ALEX: Crazy things happen in this world.

ALICE: We should all just be pleasant to each other. Get along.

ALEX: She started-

ALICE: – Finishing my sentences.

ALEX: We started-

ALICE: -to think alike.

ALEX: We became-

ALICE: Inseparable.

ALEX: it became-

ALICE: So boring.

ALEX: But I-

ALICE: Was too bored-

ALEX: to move.

They sit together motionless. The typing stops. Lights up on a small space, up a ladder where the author sits staring ahead, her fingers poised in the air.

AUTHOR: And two years pass.

HERO enters at the bottom of the ladder.

HERO: Is it time?

AUTHOR: Sure. Go for it.

HERO: (stepping out to face the audience) When I was a kid and I went to Sunday School, we say this short film called Johnny Lingo. It was a story that took place on a small island. The man, Johnny Lingo, was a very shrewd business man. He was famous all over the small island. He’d grown up there, but had traveled all over the world because he was so smart with money. He got the best, at the best price! And he was handsome! And kind! Everything a good man should be. Well, the time had come for Johnny Lingo to take a wife, and every girl on the island wanted to be what he wanted. What did he want?

On a separate space on the stage, a light comes up on the DOCTOR.

DOCTOR: I am what I want. And I worked hard to get here. I am a doctor. I am a woman. I have achieved something for me, for my gender, for all people. I help people. I heal people, and I provide a positive example of what a woman can be. I run a woman’s clinic. We help women with no insurance. We help women with no money. We provide solutions to help women. I do it for the good of women everywhere. I do it for the good of humanity. I was once a hippy. I had big ideas, big ideals. I marched, I protested, I worked to educate women. I was a Feminist with a capital F before it became a dirtier word than the F- word. Women will call themselves bitches and hos, but not feminists. Why? Because Feminist are whiny, humorless, and worst of all frigid. And besides, who needs feminism anymore? Women have everything they could possibly want. Clothes, cars, plastic surgeons. Prescription drugs for conditions of anxiety and depression. Women are free to work. Women are free to have sex. Women have made great strides in the past century as far as what they can and cannot do. Nowadays, a woman doesn’t have to just be the wife of a president, she can play the President on TV. She can be a senator, a judge, a lawyer. Is this not freedom? The freedom to work for the proverbial Man- the freedom to Be the proverbial Man? Is that what we want?

On another part of the stage, the ACTRESS appears.

ACTRESS: I am an Actress. All I want is the perfect role, to play perfectly and be received perfectly. To be known and loved and famous for pretending to be someone perfectly. Clean, graceful, beautiful, always the perfect gesture, the perfect intonation, the perfect face, the perfect body. I am here for you. I am here for you to project your fantasies upon me and while I project my voice so that you can all hear every single syllable. I am a professional. All I want is to make a real living of pretend living. That’s all I want.

AUTHOR: Place! I want a place! Give me a location with weight- where are those rocks?

Cross fade to Herstory Boutique- the stack of Virgina Woolf’s rocks.

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.

One comment on “The Weight of Words: Part 7

  1. Taylor
    January 16, 2014

    Yummy stuff here… I can’t wait till all of it has been posted: then I want a reading, you know?

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