B-Sides: Track Eight

B-Sides: Track Eight

A Stage Play by Kevin
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Scene Eight 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."

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TRACK EIGHT

[Lights up on Olga sitting stage right smoking a joint. Mayya walks in.]

OLGA

Mayya?

                   MAYYA

I don’t want to talk to you.

                   OLGA

Mayya, we need to talk.

                   MAYYA

Just go away.

                   OLGA

Honey, I’m sorry.

                   MAYYA

Whatever.

                   OLGA

Please, talk with me.

                   MAYYA

I hate you. 

                   OLGA

That’s fair.

                   MAYYA

I’m leaving.

                   OLGA

Where are you gonna go?

                   MAYYA

A friend’s house.

                   OLGA

Which friend?

              [Long pause]  

MAYYA

What do you want to say? That you’re sorry for last night? Sorry for belittling me? Sorry for hitting me? Or sorry that you said those things about dad?

                   OLGA

Yes. To all of those.

                   MAYYA

Is it true?

                   OLGA

Is what true?

                   MAYYA

About Dad.

                   OLGA

We all have our faults.

                   MAYYA

I don’t believe you.

                   OLGA

Believe what you want, Mayya. I’m past the point of lying to you.

                   MAYYA

It’s too late for that.

                   OLGA

This isn’t how I wanted any of this to happen.

                   MAYYA

Then how did you want this to happen?

                   OLGA

I wanted us to have a normal life.

                   MAYYA

Me too.

                   OLGA

I know.

[Mayya goes over to the table and notices the drugs that are on it.]

     MAYYA

What is this?

                   OLGA

Get away from there.

                   MAYYA

After all that happened last night, I come home and this…

                   OLGA

I’m sorry.

                   MAYYA

No, you’re not. If you’re sorry you wouldn’t do it anymore.

                   OLGA

I’m trying, Mayya.

MAYYA

Then why do you go and constantly f**k things up.

                   OLGA

I don’t mean to. I’ve always been there for you.

                   MAYYA

You haven’t. 

                   OLGA

I have.

                    MAYYA

Where were you in LA, when it was the first show I ever played and I forgot the chords to my song and I looked into the crowd for help and I didn’t see a single face I recognized?

              [Olga doesn’t answer.]

You were in a bar, getting wasted. Or in Seattle, when I was graduating from Jr. High and no one clapped when they called my name to go up?

                   OLGA

Mayya…

                   MAYYA

You had gotten caught with drugs in your car and were spending the night in jail. Every city is a different story.

                   OLGA

Then let’s start again. Just you and I. This is the first time we’ve really talked to each other in years.

                   MAYYA

I haven’t enjoyed a second of it.

                   OLGA

You’ll learn to. Let’s leave this city and start off somewhere on the right foot.

                   MAYYA

Who the f**k do you think you are? You think jumping from location to location is gonna fix some defect that’s in you? It’s you that’s the problem, I’m not going anywhere.

                   OLGA

You don’t have a choice, I’ve already bought the tickets.

                   MAYYA

I’m not going. I’m staying here. In this city, this city loves me, it’s the only thing that does.

                   OLGA

Everything will work out.

                   MAYYA

I’m not going anywhere.

                   OLGA

I have to go to work.

                   MAYYA

I’m staying here.

                   OLGA

Get your things packed, Mayya.

                   MAYYA

You can’t make me.

                   OLGA

I can and I will. I’ll see you tonight.

                   MAYYA

I’ve got nothing left, mom. I don’t…

                   OLGA

You’ve always had me.

                   MAYYA

I just want things to be easier.

              [Olga goes over to Mayya and holds her.]

                   OLGA

We’re gonna figure this out together, okay?

                   MAYYA

Okay.

                   OLGA

I love you.

                   MAYYA

I’m sorry.

[Olga leaves. Lights fade on Mayya. Lights come up on Sarah, sitting in her apartment. Clive walks in sees her and pauses.] 

     CLIVE

I’ll pack my things.

                   SARAH

How do you know I want you to leave?

                   CLIVE

How could you not?

                   SARAH

It was nice to hear you be honest for once.

                   CLIVE

Sorry it had to be like that.  

SARAH

It was a bit of a relief actually.

                   CLIVE

Did you get any sleep last night?

                   SARAH

No, did you?

                   CLIVE

A little.

                   SARAH

We were looking for you.

                   CLIVE

You and Josh?

                   SARAH

Yes.

                   CLIVE

I appreciate your guys’ concern. I’m a bit embarrassed.

                   SARAH

Don’t be.

              [pause]

                   CLIVE

Listen, Sarah…

                   SARAH

Did you really…?

                   CLIVE

No.

                   SARAH

With Mayya?

                   CLIVE

I would never hurt you like that.

                   SARAH

Why did you say it?

                   CLIVE

I don’t know. I say stupid things sometimes.

                   SARAH

I know.

                   CLIVE

It’s part of my charm.

                   SARAH

Yeah, introducing one of your friends from college to me as the only straight guy you know who’s had anal sex. Very charming.

                   CLIVE

You remember that?

                   SARAH

It was one of the first things you ever said to me.

                   CLIVE

I was wasted. I had no idea what I was saying.

                   SARAH

The first couple times I had ever seen you, you were wasted.

                   CLIVE

You kept showing up late to parties.

                   SARAH

Fashionably late.

                   CLIVE

The party didn’t start until you got there.

                   SARAH

With you ignoring me the whole time.

                   CLIVE

Ignoring you? I was throwing my best moves at you.

                   SARAH

You’re best moves were you standing in the corner staring at me.

                   CLIVE

It works in movies.

                   SARAH

I eventually had to get up, walk over, and try to have a conversation with you.

                   CLIVE

So it did work.

                   SARAH

And then you walked away because you didn’t like my taste in music.

                   CLIVE

It was my policy at the time to not engage anyone who didn’t listen to the Pixies.

              [They both laugh]

What was it in the end? That made you to go out with me.

                   SARAH

The way you talked about writing.

                   CLIVE

Oh, come on.

                   SARAH

No, really. You were always so aloof and distant all the time but as soon as someone brought up a movie or a band that you liked, or a play that you were writing, you would switch on. You would become animated and interesting and funny and charming.

                   CLIVE

And nerdy.

                   SARAH

So f*****g nerdy. But it was cute.

                   CLIVE

You know, I didn’t even realize that our first date was even an actual date.

                   SARAH

Is that why you didn’t pay?

                   CLIVE

Yeah.

                   SARAH

I thought you were just broke.

                   CLIVE

I was, but I still would’ve paid. I just couldn’t fathom that this beautiful and super cool girl was into me.

                   SARAH

What could it have been if it was not a date?

                   CLIVE

I don’t know, hanging out.

SARAH

I wanted to date you, Clive, not hang out with you.

                   CLIVE

I had no idea. Which was why that night came as such a big surprise to me, I thought I had turned you or something, I felt like James Bond.

                   SARAH

Lucky you.

                   CLIVE

How was I? That night.

                   SARAH

In bed?

                   CLIVE

Yeah.

                   SARAH

You were okay. Nothing really earth shattering. You were better afterwards.

                   CLIVE

The next couple times we fucked?

                   SARAH

Right after. When we would talk.

                   CLIVE

I’m still the only guy I know who likes to cuddle.

                   SARAH

You turned into you, you know? You’re always afraid of so much, Clive.

                   CLIVE

I know.

                   SARAH

But whenever we fucked, afterwards you wouldn’t seem afraid anymore. You wouldn’t worry about saying the wrong things, or trying to impress anyone, you were just you, and I was there with you, and I’ve never been happier.

              [Long Pause.]

                   CLIVE

We can never go back to that, can we?

                   SARAH

I don’t think so.

              [Pause]

                   CLIVE

Well, I’d better go. I’ll find a hostel or something to stay at. We should figure out sometime where I can come back when you’re not here so I can get my stuff.

                   SARAH

And what then?

                   CLIVE

I don’t know. I’m thinking I might walk the earth.

                   SARAH

Like Cain in Kung Fu?

                   CLIVE

I’m glad I’ve taught you something.

                   SARAH

I’ll always have a place in my heart for Tarantino.

              [Lights Fade]

© 2013 Kevin


Author's Note

Kevin
This is a very rough first draft of the full length I just finished; I would be tremendously grateful of any opinions or suggestions for it; it's a story I'm rather passionate about and would like to know just how much work I have left to do on it; more scenes to follow

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