Specs on a pageIn Progress

by David Speranza


(Originally produced by Misery Loves Company
Prague, Czech Republic, May 1996)

Lights up on foreground stage left, revealing a desk and chair. Backstage right is a kitchen table with two chairs and a cupboard, though this area is presently dark.

Enter WRITER from stage left, who places a cup of coffee on the desk. He is about to sit, but remembers something and goes back offstage. He returns with a cookie, sets it down carefully next to the coffee cup. He sits, takes up a pen, writes the date at the top of a pad of paper. Pauses. Takes a sip of coffee. Puts the cup down, decides it is not placed to his liking and arranges it on one corner of the desk. Puts the cookie beside it, has a sudden thought and takes a bite before putting the cookie back. He stares at his pad. A few pens on the desk look messy, he lines them up neatly. He stares at the pad again. Finally he begins to write.

WRITER:  "Scene 1. A kitchen. Humphrey sits reading at the kitchen table. Enter Irene..."

As he says "kitchen," the area at stage right lights up. We see HUMPHREY at the table with a newspaper, then IRENE entering on cue. She sits across from Humphrey, regards him a moment.

IRENE:        I think we should get a divorce.

The action freezes, the lights over the kitchen table dim.

WRITER:     No, that's no good...

The Writer crosses out what he has written as Irene departs offstage. He starts again.

WRITER:     "Scene 1.  Enter Irene..."

Again Irene enters, the same as before, and sits. Only now it is Humphrey who speaks.

HUMPHREY: ...I think we should get a divorce.

The action freezes, the lights dim.

WRITER:      No, that's no good either.

He tears up the page and starts a fresh sheet.

WRITER:      "Scene 1.  A kitchen. Humphrey sits reading at the table. Enter Iree—" No. "Enter...Carolyn."

The same girl, only now wearing a different top—and perhaps with a slightly different manner—enters and sits.

HUMPHR:      Do you know how much I love you?

CAROLYN:    How much?

HUMPHR:      So much I could puke.

Freeze.

WRITER:       Oh, that's romantic!

He scribbles out the line, starts a new one. The scene picks up again...


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