carver scene Flashcards
Did you have fun with your friend?
Whatever it is we are going to fight about can wait until tomorrow. My skin feels like it’s going to burn off and I’m going to be sick, I can’t do this right now. (stumbling downstage)
Look Lucia I… look at me
Don’t. Okay? Don’t, let it go. Leave me alone. I don’t, I can’t…
Lucia my little girl (embrace, cry) Sh…it’s okay. everything will be okay.
(laughing) oh Carver… Carver Carver Carver (push away)
Would you care to clue me in on the joke.
This. This is a joke. You. Me. Hugging. We don’t do that We don’t hug. We don’t share. Don’t comfort. Not us. Not here. In these walls. That’s not us.
Lucia I was only trying–
Why don’t you get this? Why can’t you figure this out Carver? I don’t want you to try. Not anymore. Your chance to try is long gone, it’s a distant whisper. My pain is mine and I’ll deal with it. You have nothing to do with any part of me, Carver.
Stop calling me… I am still your father.
You’re a composer of some of the most beautiful music in the world. You’re a teacher who has infulenced hundreds of musicians. You’re the only man my mother ever loved. But the one thing you are not, nor ever will be is my father. The only thing we have in common is blood and that doesn’t mean shit to me.
How dare you say that…. You are the one who keeps fighting
Well, who taught me that.
Your mother…. Do it for her.
We can’t. We aren’t a family. We are poison. To each other. To ourselves. We make each other sick. It’s the only way we know how to communicate, to connect. We infect one another. It’s the only way we respond. Look at us, gathered in our sickness and wondering how the hell we got sick. We’ve always been sick. For years. We just told ourselves we aren’t. Perfect air quality. The air is fine. Nevermind this dust cloud, this poison grew and spread and swallowed us whole. Infecting us. Slowly killing each other. Walking through every day, carrying each other. Breathing in. Breathing out. Perfect air quality.
You can’t hate me the rest of your life.
no, but I can hate you the rest of yours.
I don’t…Lucia…I should have called.
And I shouldn’t have come back. (x left keep walking)
Why did you?
To tell you to fuck off.
And how do you feel now?
(x to plat 1) There is something about silence. The rest. The silent scream. The moment in the symphony that has built and built and built and then… In that moment, if the music has truly reached you, that moment is agony. You are waiting, wanting the music to return. To finish the story. Sometimes the res is more powerful than any note you can play. (AUDITION plat 1- dvorak) I’m sorry. Let me start over. (play again) Sorry. One more time. (play make mistakes until Carver pull me on plat 3) I told you. I told you I wasn’t ready.
