B-Sides: Track FiveA Stage Play by Kevin Scene Five of Eleven. "A twenty-seven year old despondent writer and a sixteen year old musician form a profound attachment to each other through their love of David Bowie."
TRACK
FIVE [Lights
up stage right with Mayya’s mother, Olga, sitting in a chair, smoking a
cigarette. Mayya walks in, with her guitar.] OLGA I’m glad you finally decided to make it back
home. MAYYA I was with friends. OLGA Were you? Or were you studying with one of
your teachers again? [Mayya goes to leave] OLGA No. Stay. [Lights up stage left. Clive walks in with a pint of MacGregors. He’s drinking as if he has something to prove. He sits down on the chair and picks up a book and starts to read it. Sarah walks in. A moment. The scene shifts back stage right] MAYYA Mother. OLGA I want to talk. Who were you with? MAYYA A friend. OLGA What’s his name? MAYYA How do you know it’s a him? OLGA Because I know you, Mayya. MAYYA His name is Clive. OLGA Who’s Clive? [Stage Left] SARAH Who’s Mayya? CLIVE [Going to leave] I’ll leave. SARAH No, you’re staying. CLIVE What do you want me to say? SARAH Who is Mayya? [Stage Right] MAYYA He’s just some guy I’ve been hanging out
with, okay? He’s a friend. He walked by me at Union Square when I was selling
my paintings and I said hi to him and we’ve been hanging out ever since. That’s
all. OLGA And you’re sleeping with him? MAYYA It’s not like that, trust me. OLGA Why should I trust you? You’ve done this sort
of thing before. MAYYA He’s different. He actually gives a s**t
about me. He came to see one of my shows. OLGA And you don’t think I give a s**t about you. MAYYA You’ve never come to see me play. [Stage Left] SARAH Were you with her tonight? CLIVE Yes. SARAH What did you do? CLIVE Nothing. SARAH Tell me the truth. CLIVE That is the truth. She was playing a show at Brainwash,
I went to see her. That’s all. SARAH I don’t believe you. CLIVE I should go. SARAH Are you cheating on me? [Stage Right] OLGA What did I ever do to you to make you feel
this way about me? MAYYA I’m tired. I need to go to bed. OLGA You’re gonna stay here and talk to me. MAYYA I don’t want to talk. OLGA I don’t give a s**t. MAYYA You’re drunk again. OLGA Be quiet. MAYYA You’re not? [Stage Left] CLIVE I’m not, Sarah. She’s just a friend. SARAH Then why would you lie to me? CLIVE I didn’t think you would-Why do I have to
inform you about every little thing I do? It’s fucked up. SARAH It’s fucked up that I give a s**t about you?
That I’m curious about what you’re doing? That I give more to you than you ever
give back to me? CLIVE That’s bullshit. SARAH Is it, Clive? You know, sometimes you can be
the most selfish person I know. CLIVE Whatever. SARAH You are. You’re so caught up in your own
little world that you can’t even bother to care about someone other than
yourself. CLIVE I care about you. SARAH You have a funny way of showing it. Blowing
me off to hang out with some girl you met on the street. Jesus, Clive, what the
f**k? [Stage Right] OLGA The amount of work I put in. Everything that
I do for you and you’re completely ungrateful. MAYYA You don’t do s**t. OLGA I don’t? MAYYA Leave me alone. OLGA I put up with so much. At work, with your
school. Do I ever get a thank you? MAYYA I just want to go… OLGA A “Thanks, Mom, for all you’ve sacrificed for
me?” MAYYA Just let me go to my room… OLGA No, not once. You just play your music and
don’t show up to school and smoke pot and remain completely ungrateful for what
I do for you. MAYYA That’s not true. OLGA Yes it is, Mayya. You know it is. What do I
have to do to make you understand? [Stage left] CLIVE Give me some f*****g space. Christ, will you
just let me have some space? Everyday all it’s been has been “Oh, let’s go see
a movie tonight. Let’s do this, let’s do that.” SARAH It’s what people in relationships do. CLIVE But not so incessantly and aggressively. I
shouldn’t have to constantly check in with you to let you know where I’m at.
You’re not my f*****g mother. SARAH I’m worried about you. CLIVE Again, not my mother. Just leave me the f**k
alone for once. [Clive opens the door. Sarah slams it shut.] SARAH I’m afraid of you. CLIVE What? SARAH I’m…Every day I come home from work and I
walk in here and expect to find you… CLIVE Can you let me go? Please. SARAH Not yet. Just tell me one thing, then you can
go and not come back. [Stage right] MAYYA Tell me where dad is. OLGA Goddammit Mayya. MAYYA Tell me. I wanna know. OLGA Why does it always end up coming to this? MAYYA Because I hate you. I hate everything about
you, I look at you and I wanna throw up. Tell me about him. You’re just some
worn out drunken old lady who happens to be my mother, I wanna know about my
father. OLGA What do you want to know? [Stage Left] SARAH Are you thinking about killing yourself? CLIVE Yes. SARAH Why? Is it because of what happened? Babe,
there’s nothing you could have done. CLIVE It’s you. SARAH What? CLIVE And Josh. My father. Everything. I need to
get away from it all. SARAH Clive, we can talk about this. CLIVE We can’t. You don’t understand what it’s
like. I love you both so much but every time I see you the only feeling that’s in
me is this desire to leave all of it. To just walk down the street and keep
walking till my feet bleed and I finally escape this constant entropy that my
life has become. SARAH We’re your friends. CLIVE Then why do you guys conspire behind my back?
As if I didn’t know. You guys constantly talking about me, I know you do, I can
feel it, like I’m some freak. SARAH We’re just worried. CLIVE Stop treating me like I’m some charity case. SARAH Stop acting like one. [Stage Right] OLGA What do you want to know about? How big of an
a*****e he was? How he was a drunk and a womanizer? How he fucked other girls
the entire time we were married? Or how you look exactly like him? MAYYA That’s not true. OLGA And you’d know so much about it, because you
were there? You were already in bed by the time he came home late, or sometimes
not at all. MAYYA No. OLGA I have nothing in my heart left for that man,
and you…Mayya…Mayya, you’re so beautiful. Every time I look at you I’m reminded
of all those terrible years I spent him. [Stage Right] [pause] CLIVE I fucked Mayya. SARAH Clive. CLIVE That’s what you want to hear. I fucked her.
Tonight, that’s where I was. SARAH Clive, baby, that’s not you. CLIVE Stop pretending I’m still who I used to be.
I’m not. [Clive leaves. Sarah stays
in the room crying. Stage Right.] MAYYA I hate you so much. OLGA I don’t care anymore Mayya. I’m done with
this. I’m done with pretending to act like this is how I wanted everything to
turn out. [The lights go out on Sarah.
Clive walks out of the stage left door with his jacket on. He reaches out of
his pocket and pulls out of a cigarette. As he begins to walk downstage right,
a man in a hoodie comes up to him and stops him.] MAN Hey man, do you have an extra cigarette I can
bum? CLIVE Sorry, I’m out. [Clive walks by] MAN No, really come on man. [The man grabs Clive’s elbow tightly.] CLIVE Hey, man, f**k off! [The man punches Clive in
the face. Clive goes down hard. The man begins to kick Clive on the ground] [Stage right] MAYYA I hate you! I f*****g hate you. OLGA Calm down, Mayya. MAYYA [Almost having a panic attack] Oh my god. I f*****g hate you. I hate you! OLGA Mayya. MAYYA No, stop talking to me. Don’t ever talk to
me. [The man takes Clive’s
wallet out of his back pocket and runs away. Clive remains motionless.] OLGA [getting in her face] Mayya, knock it off. MAYYA God, I wish you were dead. Get away from me. [Mayya pushes Olga hard.
Olga retorts by slapping Mayya across the face. Mayya falls down and hits her
head against the corner of the table. She starts crying. Clive manages to roll
onto his back.] OLGA Mayya? Mayya? MAYYA Get the f**k away from me! [Olga exits, leaving only
Mayya and Clive together onstage and badly hurting.] END OF SIDE ONE © 2013 KevinAuthor's Note
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Added on April 19, 2013 Last Updated on April 19, 2013 Tags: Play, Theatre, Drama, David Bowie, Music Author
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