Characters:
Beatles Girl, early 20s, student
Nowhere Man, 30s to 40s, low-skilled worker
THE STORY IS SET IN A SMALL ROOM IN A LOCAL TOWN LIBRARY WHERE OLD VINYL RECORDS, VIDEO TAPES AND CDs ARE ARCHIVED FOR PEOPLE WHO WANT TO BORROW THEM AND TAKE THEM HOME. THERE ARE ALSO SOME VINYL PLAYERS AND VIDEO PLAYERS FOR THOSE WHO WANT TO WATCH OR LISTEN TO CERTAIN MATERIALS ON THE SPOT.
A GIRL ENTERS THE ROOM HOLDING AN OLD VINYL RECORD. SHE GOES STRAIGHT TO HER FAVORITE BOOTH, GENTLY PUTS THE VINYL RECORD ON THE PLAYER, WEARS THE HEAD PHONES AND PUTS THE PIN DOWN. THE BEATLES’ SONG “NOWHERE MAN” STARTS PLAYING.
AFTER A FEW SECONDS, THE GIRL BECOMES UNEASY. SHE STARTS LOOKING AROUND AS IF WAITING FOR SOMEBODY TO COME IN. THE VOLUME OF THE MUSIC GRADUALLY TURNS DOWN.
Beatles Girl: (STARTS THINKING ALOUD BUT IT APPEARS LIKE SHE’S TALKING TO
THE AUDIENCE) Yesterday, I was here too, in my favorite section of the local library, sitting exactly where I am now. I came in like the way I did today and went straight to my favorite booth. I was in the mood to listen to “Nowhere Man” but I couldn’t find the album “Rubber Soul” on the racks no matter how many times I went through the Beatles section downstairs so I got the album “Let it Be” instead. I put the record on the player exactly as I did today, sat and listened to it.
I was enjoying the music at first even swaying my head from side to side until something familiar caught my eye. “Rubber Soul.” It was there on the player in the booth beside mine. The pin was unhooked and the record already stopped spinning. But the man, who was supposed to be listening to it just sat there, with his headphones on, for god knows how long, just staring into space. That was why I couldn’t find that damn album on the racks!
BLACK OU STAGE T. THE MAN ENTERS AND SITS ON THE CHAIR.
Beatles Girl: Excuse me (TALKING TO THE MAN), I think your record was done playing.
THE MAN DOESN’T PAY ANY ATTENTION TO HER.
Beatles Girl: Excuse me, I think your record was done playing! (LOUDER THIS TIME)
WHEN THE MAN REFUSES TO PAY ATTENTION TO HER FOR THE SECOND TIME, SHE TAGS THE SLEEVE OF HIS SHIRT. THE MAN LOOKS AT HER BLANKLY.
Beatles Girl: Excuse me, I think your record already stopped.
THE MAN LOOKS AT THE RECORD PLAYER. HE PUTS THE PIN DOWN AGAIN.
Beatles Girl: Wait! Aren’t you planning to return that now?
Nowhere Man: I want to listen to it again.
Beatles Girl: But you already finished listening to it.
Nowhere Man: Who says I can’t listen to it again if I want to?
Beatles Girl: But there might be other people who might want to listen to it, you know.
Nowhere Man: It’s my wife’s favorite song.
Beatles Girl: Oh, how sweet (TENDERLY).
Nowhere Man: But she died in a car crash three years ago and her stomach got ripped and her
intestines spilled on the car seat. Actually, she’s there right behind you waving at me.
Beatles Girl: What!
THE BEATLES GIRL FREAKS OUT. SHE SUDDENLY LOOKS BEHIND HER.
WHEN SHE TURNS TO THE MAN, HE IS GIGGLING AT HER.
Beatles Girl: That was not funny.
Nowhere Man: Your face was funny. So what are you listening to?
Beatles Girl: Beatles.
Nowhere Man: Beatles fan?
Beatles Girl: My dad is.
THE MAN INTERRUPTS THE GIRL
Nowhere Man: Don’t tell me your dad is also behind me waving at you.
Beatles Girl: I wish he was. I’ve never met him. He left us a few months after I was born so I
don’t really have memories of him. My mom just told me that he likes listening to the Beatles so I also tried listening to their songs, makes me feel connected to him in a way. Did your wife play a lot of Beatles songs too?
Nowhere Man: Actually, no. She was not really a fan. I just said it was her favorite to make fun
of you.
Beatles Girl: Wow, thank you for being so frank.
Nowhere Man: This was the song playing in the cab when I was on my home from her
funeral.
Beatles Girl: So funny, am I supposed to believe that now? (SARCASTIC TONE)
Nowhere Man: She didn’t die in a car accident. She died in the hospital on New Year’s Day.
THE GIRL PAUSES TO THINK WHETHER TO BELIEVE THE MAN OR NOT.
Beatles Girl: I’m so sorry to hear that. I mean, if what you’re saying is true, then I’m sorry for
your loss.
Nowhere Man: You sound sarcastic.
Beatles Girl: You sound unsympathetic… for someone who just lost his wife.
Nowhere Man: Why would I lie to a stranger?
Beatles Girl: You don’t know if you’d ever meet me again so everything you tell me now would
be the only truth that I’d know. So why wouldn’t you?
Nowhere Man: I don’t know if I’d ever meet you again so I’d tell you the things I
couldn’t tell other people who knew me well. You probably won’t care after this anyway.
Beatles Girl: So you’re not joking about your wife?
Nowhere Man: Seriously, you want to see the death certificate! (STARTS BECOMING
IRRITATED) How many people joke about their wives dying on New Year’s Day?
Beatles Girl: One.
THE MAN IS IRRITATED. HE SIGHS AND REMAINS SILENT AGAIN.
Beatles Girl: How did she die?
Nowhere Man: Cancer. She knew that we didn’t have enough money for her treatments so she
decided not to undergo any of those, probably to spare me from all the debts I would have
acquired.
Beatles Girl: She sounds like a tough woman.
Nowhere Man: She’s unfair. She’s so fucking unfair. When I found out that she was sick, I
started planning carefully how to get the money for treatment, I looked for extra jobs I can take, I applied for loans, I asked friends to help out. I was willing to do everything to help her live longer but then she didn’t fight harder, I realized I was fighting so hard for somebody who had no will to fight as much as I had. I felt so cheated.
Beatles Girl: Cheated. Big word.
Nowhere Man: We made a promise that we would always be together. See, who broke the
promise?
Beatles Girl: Well, she didn’t really intend to break it. Death is a normal thing. You can’t
control it.
Nowhere Man: She stopped taking medications. She refused to undergo chemotherapy. That’s
accepting defeat too easily.
Beatles Girl: That’s finding a peaceful resolve.
Nowhere Man: That’s giving up in the middle of the battle.
Beatles Girl: I think that’s guilt.
Nowhere Man: What?
Beatles Girl: Not about your wife, about you. I think you feel guilty.
Nowhere Man: Guilty? For What? (LOUDER)
Beatles Girl: You feel guilty because you couldn’t do anything for her. You feel guilty because
she died and you survived. You feel guilty because---
.
Nowhere Man: What are you saying? You don’t even know me. You don’t even know what
happened. (PREPARES TO LEAVE)
Beatles Girl: Exactly, I don’t know you and your wife and I am not sure if I’m going to meet
you again so I’ll give you my two cents worth now. Get over that guilt and live your life.
Nowhere Man: You think it’s that easy?
Beatles Girl: It’s not. I didn’t say anything like that, what I’m saying is that it’s possible. People
we love leave, they go somewhere, lead different lives, and we can’t be stuck at that point where they left us. I found out that after I was born, my dad left to work overseas to give us a better life but because of that, he met another woman and left us permanently.
Nowhere Man: At least he didn’t die of cancer!
Beatles Girl: Good thing he didn’t! But we never saw him again. People come and people go, some people come back, some people don’t. What do you do when they don’t?
Nowhere Man: Hang yourself.
Beatles Girl: That’s too morbid for most people (LAUGHS).
Nowhere Man: Maybe jump in front of a train?
Beatles Girl: Too graphic.
Nowhere Man: That’s actually what I’m planning to do on my way home (TURNS SERIOUS).
THERE IS SILENCE. A LONG PAUSE BETWEEN THE TWO. AFTER A FEW SECONDS, THE MAN GATHERS HIS THINGS, REMOVES THE VINYL RECORD FROM THE PLAYER AND SLIPS IT INSIDE THE CASE AND WALKS AWAY.
Nowhere Man: I’m returning this to the counter, in case you want to listen to it.
Beatles Girl: Hey, don’t kill yourself (PAUSES). I bet you don’t want others to feel what you’re
feeling now.
Nowhere Man: I’ll try not to.
THE MAN LEAVES.
BLACK OUT.
Beatles Girl: That was the last thing he said yesterday before he left and until now he’s still not here. I am not sure if he’s ever coming back here. I am not even sure if he succeeded “trying” not to kill himself. I just hope he did.
THE GIRL GATHERS HER THINGS, REMOVES THE VINYL RECORD FROM THE PLAYER, SLIPS IT INSIDE THE CASE AND EXITS THE ROOM. BEFORE EXITING SHE LOOKS AT THE BOOTHS ONE LAST TIME AND LEAVES.
A FEW SECONDS LATER, THE MAN ENTERS HOLDING A VINYL RECORD. HE LOOKS AROUND THE PLACE AS IF SEARCHING FOR SOMEONE. HE PUTS THE RECORD ON THE PLAYER AND STARTS PLAYING THE BEATLES’ “ALL YOU NEED IS LOVE.” THE MAN LOOKS AT THE EMPTY CHAIR BESIDE HIM AND CONTINUES LISTENING TO THE SONG.
#END
*Staged by EDS Productions in Spring 2015 at the EDS Event at Charles the Dickens, Tokyo, Japan.
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