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)
Thursday, March 14, 2013
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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???
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