Hope and Gravity Flashcards
Memorization
Scene 6 Out of Order
(Show Opens)
Jill:
I don’t know where it came from, it just….bubbled up. Like some, I don’t now, underground stream or something . LIike in the Bible, in the desert? When these streams just, out of nowhere- wait, is that what I’m thinking of?
Anyway, it’s probably crap.
Steve:
Shhhh
Jill:
God. I hate this elevator. Every time I wait for it, I can feel my life draining away.
Steve:
Will you shut up?
Jill:
I heard somewhere that over the course of a lifetime, the average person spends a total of three years waiting for elevators. Which. I don’t know about you, but I find absolutely…Wait that can’t be right…well? Is it crap?
Steve:
No, it’s…great
Jill:
Say what you really think.
Steve:
It’s perfect, Jill. You wrote this last night?
Jill:
Most of it.
Steve:
In the laundry room?
Jill:
You said you and blacktooth Barb needed space. Beside, my load wasn’t done, so I figured I might as well write a poem.
Steve:
How do you do this?
Jill:
What?
Steve:
Know them out like this. In the middle of a rinse cycle.
Jill:
Wait till Douglas has his way with it, it’ll be covered in red, like always. You finish yours?
Steve:
What do you think?
Jill:
Again?
Steve:
I know…
Jill:
That’s like, what, three weeks in a row?
Steve:
I don’t know what’s happening.
Jill:
You used to be the pacer…
Steve:
Yeah…
Jill:
….each week, while the rest of us limped along-and brilliant stuff. Even Douglas, who we both know lavish praise /on-
Steve:
I just couldn’t finish it all right?
Jill:
All right.
What’s it about?
Steve:
Icarus.
Jill:
That’s cool. What’s it called?
Steve:
“Icarus”
Jill:
Okay…
How much have you written?
Steve:
The title. Look, it’s hard, okay?
Jill:
We all get stuck sometimes
Steve:
Not you!
Jill:
Even Douglas, he said so himself
Steve:
It’s just- every time I sit down to write. I can’t help thinking about graduation…
Jill:
That’s three months away…
Steve:
And after that, this huge abyss…
Jill:
Hey
Steve:
Meanwhile, you read these masterpieces, like…I don’t know, Dover Beach, or, or Musee des Beaux Arts, or,or
Jill:
Spring Remembrance
Steve:
Spring Remembrance! And then you stare at your empty page, your…pathetically empty page, and it’s like, I don’t know, like it’s mocking you or something- like every poet from Homer on down is daring you to step into the ring. And all you’ve got is a lame-ass title and a buttload of student loans.
Jill:
I don’t know what to say
Steve:
Yeah, well, obviously neither do I.
Jill:
You did push the down button, didn’t you?
Steve:
I thought you pushed it
Jill:
sighs
You hear about the accident?
Steve:
What accident.
Jill:
Elevator crashed last night, across town.