1 Act Play Flashcards
SKYLAR: (kindly) Yeah, we are. You seem confused, are you okay? Should I call someone? I –
HARPER: (putting her hands out) Just STOP!!
Skylar freezes in place. Two monochromatic figures, grey and pink, respectively, enter the room:
I think that went well. Lots of potential there. I’m sure you’ll become the best of friends.
AFFECTION: (condescendingly) Don’t be condescending. She doesn’t know.
RESENTMENT: You’re acting like she’s never had a dream before. (waves arms) Hey, Earth to HARPER!
HARPER: What the—what? Who are you?
RESENTMENT: We’re your internal monologue…s.
HARPER: Pinch me. Hard.
RESENTMENT: No can do. The Limbic System wants you to fix things. We’re not here ‘cause we want to talk to you.
HARPER: What? You guys don’t want to talk to me? (she turns to AFFECTION, who looks at the floor.) You’re literally my internal monologue! How is that even possible?
RESENTMENT: You suck. Hard.
AFFECTION: Maybe go interact… nicely with her?
RESENTMENT: Act like you did when you first met — you’re a weirdo, I know you remember. But you can even have a script — whatever’ll make you not go ballistic on her.
HARPER: I’m not going ballistic on her!
RESENTMENT: Prove it.
SKYLAR: Yeah. See you!
At that, SKYLAR leaves. RESENTMENT and AFFECTION enter. (Time 2)
RESENTMENT: That went surprisingly well. No ballistics, nada. Should we applaud?
HARPER: I thought you didn’t want to talk to me.
RESENTMENT: I did say that. But I’m still here. And even a conversation as stable as that didn’t help.
HARPER: What do you — ? Oh… I get it. You’re like —
HARPER & RESENTMENT: The metaphysical embodiment of your resentment of Skylar? Yeah.
HARPER (looking at AFFECTION): And you’re…
RESENTMENT (making flamboyant hand gestures): Love~! Friendship~!
AFFECTION: Yup. And I think we should keep trying to fix this relationship. (finger guns) Emotional development, allons-y!
RESENTMENT: You want another script, Harper?
HARPER: No, I don’t want another script. I can start a conversation, you know!
RESENTMENT: Well, the you from eight years ago couldn’t. That sad loner. The one hidden under your current class clown act.
SKYLAR: Cool. See you next time, Harper.
HARPER doesn’t reply, as she watches SKYLAR close the door behind her. RESENTMENT and AFFECTION enter (after asking for her name)
RESENTMENT: She didn’t even bother giving you her name.
HARPER: You’re making me sound like a creep.
RESENTMENT: You’re roleplaying yourself while lucid dreaming about your weirdly detailed memories. It’s close enough.