New opening scene:
act 1
scene 1
chaos, the stage goes dark and suddenly sirens and loud noises can be heard.
two men enter, Marq and Tommy, Marq is carrying Tommy
Marq takes an epi-pen out of his bag and gives it to Tommy who can't breathe, tommy is unconscious tommy awakens quickly
Tommy: Where are we? What's happening
Marq: just stay calm, I just gave you an Epi-pen!
Tommy: why?
Marq: you couldn't breathe, do you have allergies to food?
Tommy: shellfish but nothing out of the ordinary
Marq: you don't know what just happened?:
Tommy: No, where are we, who are you?
Marq: I am Marq with a q
Tommy: I'm tommy, what happened?
Marq: You don't know?
Tommy: No last I knew I was at work, where are we?
Marq; Columbia Presperterian Hospital, but not in a hospital room I think...
Tommy: what happened?
Marq: You don't know?
T: No
M: Some planes hit the World Trade Center
T: WHAT?
end of scene one
Sunday, April 14, 2013
Thursday, March 14, 2013
Scene 2
Scene 2
(Blinding light fades)
(One hour or so later)
(Both men lay in their makeshift cots, quietly)
M: You ok?
T: Who did this? Is there more? Wish we had a radio, the wifi on m phone isn't working.
M: Don't know. This is unreal.
T: Is this an attack?
M: I guess so.
T: Why?
M: Dunno
T: You're shaking. I got some pot. May relax us, they seem to have forgotten us here. Let's try to relax. What do you do? I'm a backup singer for Madonna and Duran Duran.
M: Just a banker, well IT guy at a bank.
T: What can we do to get our mind off this?
M: Why don't you show me some singing?
T: I could use my iPhone for that but is have to sing over it.
M: As if I'd mind.
T: Any requests?
M: You choose.
T: Hmmm. Ok. I'll surprise you.
(T gets his iPhone ready, starts playing LA ISLA BONITA, involves M as much as he can).
M: Wow, you're good!
T: Ahh, come on...really?
M: Really
T: Thanks...
(Interrupted by sirens, outside screaming, etc.)
T and M: Oh my god! They're falling! What the fuck is this?
(Whiteout)
(Both return to their cots, stunned)
(Blinding light fades)
(One hour or so later)
(Both men lay in their makeshift cots, quietly)
M: You ok?
T: Who did this? Is there more? Wish we had a radio, the wifi on m phone isn't working.
M: Don't know. This is unreal.
T: Is this an attack?
M: I guess so.
T: Why?
M: Dunno
T: You're shaking. I got some pot. May relax us, they seem to have forgotten us here. Let's try to relax. What do you do? I'm a backup singer for Madonna and Duran Duran.
M: Just a banker, well IT guy at a bank.
T: What can we do to get our mind off this?
M: Why don't you show me some singing?
T: I could use my iPhone for that but is have to sing over it.
M: As if I'd mind.
T: Any requests?
M: You choose.
T: Hmmm. Ok. I'll surprise you.
(T gets his iPhone ready, starts playing LA ISLA BONITA, involves M as much as he can).
M: Wow, you're good!
T: Ahh, come on...really?
M: Really
T: Thanks...
(Interrupted by sirens, outside screaming, etc.)
T and M: Oh my god! They're falling! What the fuck is this?
(Whiteout)
(Both return to their cots, stunned)
DON'T FEAR THE REFLEX
DON'T FEAR THE REFLEX!
Act 1
Stage goes blinding white.
Suddenly a very loud plane goes over the audiences head followed by a very loud collision crash.
2 men enter, Marq and Tommy. Marq is carrying Tommy who is struggling to breathe.
Marq takes off his nap sack and takes out an Epi-Pen and opens it and slams it into Tommy's leg and Tommy quickly jumps up to the window.
Tommy: What the fuck?
Marq: You were having an allergic reaction. My nephew has them so I Carry an Epi-Pen with me.
Tommy: But I didn't consume anything I'm allergic to?
Marq: Probably in the dust.
Tommy: Well thanks. Where are we? What happened. Looks like World War III out there!
Marq: You don't know?
T: No what?
M: A plane hit the World Trade Center.
T. Impossible, I was just there. Where am I?
M: They put us in this room at Columbia Prespertyrian Hospital. It's an office.
T: What?
M:Ran out of hospital beds I heard. You ok?
T: Little worse for wear but ok I guess. I'm Tommy, thanks for saving my life. How did you know?
M: I'm Marq. Not hard when you've seen it.
T: Well thanks.
M: You're welcome.
(Second plane loud overhead. Another crash)
T and M: What the hell was that?
(They both go to the window and freeze. The whiteout blinds)
(End of Scene 1)
Act 1
Stage goes blinding white.
Suddenly a very loud plane goes over the audiences head followed by a very loud collision crash.
2 men enter, Marq and Tommy. Marq is carrying Tommy who is struggling to breathe.
Marq takes off his nap sack and takes out an Epi-Pen and opens it and slams it into Tommy's leg and Tommy quickly jumps up to the window.
Tommy: What the fuck?
Marq: You were having an allergic reaction. My nephew has them so I Carry an Epi-Pen with me.
Tommy: But I didn't consume anything I'm allergic to?
Marq: Probably in the dust.
Tommy: Well thanks. Where are we? What happened. Looks like World War III out there!
Marq: You don't know?
T: No what?
M: A plane hit the World Trade Center.
T. Impossible, I was just there. Where am I?
M: They put us in this room at Columbia Prespertyrian Hospital. It's an office.
T: What?
M:Ran out of hospital beds I heard. You ok?
T: Little worse for wear but ok I guess. I'm Tommy, thanks for saving my life. How did you know?
M: I'm Marq. Not hard when you've seen it.
T: Well thanks.
M: You're welcome.
(Second plane loud overhead. Another crash)
T and M: What the hell was that?
(They both go to the window and freeze. The whiteout blinds)
(End of Scene 1)
Thursday, March 7, 2013
My play has a title!
Finally, after my dear departed friend Marc's last request, I'm writing a play.
Finally found a title.
Drum roll please...
DON'T FEAR THE REFLEX!
Whatcha think???
Finally found a title.
Drum roll please...
DON'T FEAR THE REFLEX!
Whatcha think???
Tuesday, December 11, 2012
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