A Waiting RoomA Stage Play by T.LanghamJohn Dies, and then some other stuff happens.One-
Ominous Voice: All is dark, soft jazz is playing in the background.
The steady tap of someone’s shoe begins. And then it ends. A small light gets turned
on. There are two bottles on a table, one is a dark, and the other is light.
There is also some paper on the table, and on top a pencil. John just stands
there. And then he sits down. John picks up the dark colored bottle and
is about take a swig, but then he pauses.
He settles with the lightly colored bottle. He thinks that’s best. He
takes a swig of that and puts it down next to him. John pulls a box of pills
out of his pocket, and looks at the back as if he’s reading.
Debra: Will make the pain go away. Forever.
Taking the whole packet is advised. (Read by wife as if she has just found the packet)
OV: John starts to write a note.
Debra: Goodbye, Debs. I never liked you
that much anyway. (Also read by debs)
OV: John takes all the pills from the packet,
and collects them into a pile in his hand. He takes once last swig from the
light bottle, and then another from the dark one. John then smiles one last
time and looks at his audience. They don’t smile back. John doesn’t mind
though, John gets that a lot. He throws the pills down his throat. Swallows.
John lies down. John dies. But not before turning the light off of course.
Debra: Honey! Honey! For god sakes, turn that
music down. Why are all the lights off?
She turns the lights on,
screams, and then the lights turn off again. The ensemble comes onto the stage,
and lies down in their positions. Debs is crying throughout the next
conversation.
Ensemble: Bing, Bing, Bing Nine, Nine, Nine. Which service do you
require?
Debs: The hospital
Ensemble: Connecting you to 07791284903 Hello, what is your emergency?
Debs: It’s my husband; I think he took too
many pills. Please come quick, I can’t feel his pulse. I can’t feel his pulse.
Ensemble: Ok Madam, what is your address?
Debs: Um…
6 Park Lane, Guilford
Ensemble: Ne Nah, Ne Nah
The Lights are off, and a
large group of people lies around the stage. A doctor is in the middle, over
johns body with a defibrillator.
Ensemble: 3, 2, 1
After one, the lights turn on, everyone on stage looks like they’re
getting electrocuted, and the sound of electricity is heard. The lights go out.
Doctor: Turn it up.
Ensemble: 3,2,1
The same repeats, but the
sound is louder and lasts longer.
Doctor: Turn
it up
Again, the same repeats.
Doctor: (sighs) John Smith, 43. Died at
9:37 am. Cause… Who cares, I’m going home. © 2015 T.LanghamAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on October 6, 2015 Last Updated on October 6, 2015 AuthorT.LanghamLondon, United KingdomAboutHi, my name is Tom. I enjoy to write and wanted to get some 3rd party opinions that would have no bias to my work. I am currently a student, studying a whole bunch of things. So yeah. I don't know wha.. more..Writing
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