Dream Wedding (working title)

Based off of a dream I had, yet one of the few things that isn't an innuendo of my life.

Enter Jaymie onto an empty stage, wearing a formal dress and holding a bouquet) 
 

Jaymie: I’m at a wedding. Why am I at a wedding? It’s Roy’s wedding. It’s Roy’s wedding, because Roy is getting married. He’s marrying some girl I don’t know because I don’t actually know Roy that well and I don’t know his world. (pauses) Someone’s offering me a cocktail. I don’t drink. Sometimes, when I’m sick, I look at the tiles on the bathroom floor and try not to think about weddings. Roy’s getting married to a girl I don’t know and we can’t find our room. I’ve always thought that maybe Roy liked me. He’s getting married now. He might still. Marriage is supposed to be permanent, but this won’t last, because it’s Roy and they’re both so young. It’s just…it might have lasted, it might have worked, he might have loved her, but they’re both so young… (Exit) 
 

(Inside the hotel.  Wedding guests mingling and try to find their rooms. Enter Jaymie and Cassidy)

Cassidy: Where’s our room?

Jaymie: I don’t know.

Cassidy: They have the guests’ names posted over all the doors but I can’t find ours. Can you find ours?

Jaymie: No.

Cassidy: Why is Roy getting married? He’s really young. Younger than I am, and none of my friends would ever consider getting married yet. Where is our room? Have you met the bride yet?

Jaymie: I’ve seen her.

Cassidy: Is she pretty?

Jaymie: I don’t know. I guess so. She looks pretty normal.

Cassidy: Should we find Roy and congratulate him?

Jaymie: I don’t know. We can, I guess. He’s probably busy though.

Cassidy: Probably. Oh, is that our room? Yeah, LeBosch. Come on, let’s unpack.

(Exit Jaymie and Cassidy) 
 

(Enter Jaymie onto an empty stage, wearing the same gown as before, but this time without the flowers)

Jaymie: I wonder what the bride is like. Roy has weird taste in girls. I always kind of thought that he might like me, but someday I guess I have to give that thought up. I mean, he’s getting married. But he might still. Young marriages don’t usually last, and this is Roy. Roy likes lots of girls. How is he just going to stay with one? They’re both so young…

(Exit) 
 

(Inside the hotel. Enter Jaymie and Cassidy)

Cassidy: Have you seen Roy? We really should congratulate him.

Jaymie: Probably.

Cassidy: That’s weird though, congratulating an 18 year old. How old is the bride? If she’s not 18 yet then her parents had to give permission. What parent would give their 17 year old daughter permission to marry? Especially marry Roy.

Jaymie: I don’t know. Maybe they don’t care.

Cassidy: How do Roy’s parents feel about this?

Jaymie: I don’t know Roy’s parents. I don’t even know Roy.

Cassidy: Didn’t he like you?

Jaymie: Maybe.

Cassidy: None of my friends are getting married yet.

(Exit Jaymie and Cassidy) 
 

(Enter Jaymie onto an empty stage, still in same gown)

Jaymie: I don’t think my sister likes Roy very much. I don’t like him. That’s good, because he’s getting married and marriage is forever. I’m 18. That means I can smoke if I want. I don’t smoke. Roy has blonde hair. I’ve never liked blonde hair on a boy. I’ve seen the bride. She’s kind of pretty. We found our room finally. It’s a nice room. The tiles in the bathroom are blue and white checked. I’m trying not to think about weddings. 
 

(Cassidy and Jaymie are in their room. Jaymie is lying on the bed, looking up at the ceiling.)

Cassidy: Leave it to you, Jaymie, to get sick.

Jaymie: Sorry.

Cassidy: Did you eat too much?

Jaymie: I don’t know. Maybe.

Cassidy: Either way, get better by tomorrow. Roy won’t be happy if you’re sick.

Jaymie: I don’t even know Roy.

Cassidy: Didn’t he like you?

Jaymie: Maybe.

Cassidy: Are you feeling better? We should find Roy and offer congratulations.

Jaymie: No.

Cassidy: No what?

Jaymie: I’m not feeling better. 
 

(Enter Jaymie onto an empty stage, still in gown)

Jaymie: I met the bride. She’s nice. I didn’t congratulate her, instead I said “best wishes” because that’s what you say to a bride, even if it’s Roy’s bride. Roy was always weird, and now he has a bride. I wonder if she knew that I was saying the right thing. Probably not, because she’s only 18, and when you’re 18 you’re really young to be getting married. Sometimes I think I’m pretty but then I think, I’m 18, how can I be pretty? I can smoke if I want to. I don’t smoke. I spoke with the bride. She’s scared. It sounds like she knows Roy better than I thought. 
 

(Lobby of the hotel. Enter Cassidy and Jaymie)

Cassidy: Roy looks good, doesn’t he?

Jaymie: I guess so. For Roy.

Cassidy: (giggles) I guess you’re right.

Jaymie: (points) There’s the bride.

Cassidy: Where?

Jaymie: There. The blonde girl.

Cassidy: You should go over and introduce yourself.

Jaymie: Why me?

Cassidy: Because you know Roy.

Jaymie: I don’t know Roy

(Jaymie walks over to Lillian, who is speaking with someone. They finish up, the person leaves and Jaymie smiles at Lillian)

Jaymie: Hi, I’m Jaymie. I’m a friend of Roy’s.

Lillian: Hi Jaymie.

Jaymie: Um… Best wishes, I guess.

Lillian: Thanks.

Jaymie: Roy’s…a great guy…

Lillian: (slowly) He is…(half to herself) that’s the problem.

Jaymie: What problem?

Lillian: Nothing really.

Jaymie: Are you nervous?

Lillian: Incredibly so. But not so much about the wedding.

Jaymie: Oh. 
 

(Enter Jaymie, alone on stage, in gown, holding a daisy, and picking off the petals as she speaks)

Jaymie: I can tell she wants to talk. The bride. Her name is Lillian. She’s saying things that people don’t say when they don’t want to talk. She wants me to ask her more so she can tell me what she’s worried about. I don’t know why. I don’t know what I can do to help. I hardly know Roy. If she were to ask me, I’d tell her not to marry him. Nothing against her…they’re both just so young… 
 

Jaymie: What are you nervous about then? Being married?

Lillian: I’m nervous that Roy doesn’t love me.

Jaymie: Oh. Why?

Lillian: Because he’s never liked just me. Even when he asked me to marry him, he liked at least 3 other girls.

Jaymie: Why did you say yes then?

Lillian: Because I love him.

Jaymie: Oh. 
 

(Jaymie, alone on stage, in gown)

If she keeps on talking to people, Roy’s going to find out what she’s saying. I think she wants him to. She wants him to know what she’s afraid of so he can reassure her. I don’t think he will, because he’s Roy, but I hardly know Roy. I should not say that I think they should not get married because it isn’t my place. I want to tell her though. Roy shouldn’t be married yet. I wonder if one of the girls that he liked when he asked her is me. 
 

Lillian: I really want him to love me, and I keep thinking, maybe, if he’s married to me and if he has to, then maybe he will start liking just me, because I’m all he has.

Jaymie: Oh. Who else did he like?

Lillian: Veronica, Sky, and Leah.

Jaymie: Oh. I know Sky. I don’t like her

Lillian: Me neither.

Jaymie: Do you think that it will work?

Lillian: What?

Jaymie: Marrying him. 
Lillian: Probably not.

Jaymie: Then why are you doing it?

Lillian: Because I want to marry him.

Jaymie: Oh. 
 

(Enter Jaymie onto an empty stage in jeans and a T-Shirt)

Jaymie: Roy’s married now. I always kind of thought that Roy liked me, but it was Sky that he liked. Now he’s married. I don’t think he likes Lillian. They don’t seem right for each other. I wonder if I’ll still know Roy after they divorce. It won’t be the same Roy. The Roy I know isn’t married or divorced. The Roy I know is eighteen. I don’t even really know Roy. I don’t like blond hair.

Reviews

[Lillian]

EXCELLENT!
you really kept this going strong till the end. Keep up the good work. =)