(Here's the story behind this one...the characters of my first book Illusions, and the characters of my current project POD are battling it out with the help of a therapist to see which one will prevail...the only conclusion is that I have way too much spare time on my hands...)
THERAPIST: Good Morning everybody.
(RANDOM MUMBLINGS)
THERAPIST: Give it some effort at least!
JAMIE: I’m trying, dammit! Why can’t you all just appreciate that!
AMBER: We’re trying, but you won’t let us!
ANICA: Both of you, shut it and stop complaining about your melodramatic
stuff. Okay? I was supposed to save the realms, but my story got cut!
JAMIE: Lucky bitch! You’re father didn’t rape you!
ANICA: You didn’t die!
JAKE(quietly)- technically…
KYLIA: Stop with the technicalities, please.
JAKE: I just don’t see how being melodramatic is bad, okay?
ANICA: Have you ever even read POD?
JAKE: No
THERAPIST: Now this is productive…
ZANDER: Look, apparently we all have some issues to work out, so maybe
doing this together was a bad idea…
ANICA: Zander, you’re my friend and all…but SHUT UP!
THERAPIST: Anica, I understand you’re upset…
ANICA: I’m leaving…
(ANICA EXITS)
JAMIE: And she calls me melodramatic…
MARY: Like she’s the only one to ever storm out
JAMIE: What’s that supposed to mean?
AMBER: You always run away from a problem
ZANDER: Hello! Has this just turned into a PODfest, or are we going to get
our shine time?
JAMIE: PODfest? What’s that supposed to mean?
ZANDER: That everything to you guys is about you! Filthy human pricks…
TAMMY: Getting harsh there furry…
ZANDER: It’s a mane, silicone.
TAMMY: They’re real!
KYLIA: Yeah right…
RICHARD: (to Kylia)- Who are you?
KYLIA: Kylia…
RICHARD: Can I talk to you…alone?
JAMIE: Sick bastard! Kylia, don’t do it, please, trust me.
KYLIA: Jamie, not everything is about you…now just because you have a
chance at people reading you…
THERAPIST: May we please get on topic now?
EVERYBODY: SHUT UP!!!
THERAPIST: Fine…but you guys need help…
JAMIE: More than you know…
RICHARD: So…Kylia
KYLIA: Come on, I know a place.
(RICHARD, KYLIA, AND THERAPIST LEAVE)
JAMIE: Do you know what he’s going to do?
JAKE: Kylia can take care of herself, unlike some people I’ve read…
ZANDER: So you have read it?
JAKE: Maybe…
AMBER: Look Jamie, I’m sure Richard just wanted to talk to Kyle
JAKE: It’s KyLIA…LIA.
AMBER: Whatever
JAKE: She was more developed you know…
AMBER: Whatever.
JAMIE (crying): How can you say she’ll be alright?
JAKE: I know her.
JAMIE: But you don’t know him…
AMBER: She’ll be fine…
JAMIE: YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT HE DOES! You’ve never experienced it!
AMBER: Jamie…I’ve been meaning to tell you…
JAMIE: Oh my God…he got you too?
AMBER: Yeah…
JAMIE: You liar! You just want all the attention!
AMBER: What? Why would I lie about something like that?
JAMIE: Because you’re jealous!
AMBER: You think I want people knowing your sick father raped me?
JAKE: Whoa now! Rape? I thought it was about lesbians.
AMBER AND JAMIE: NO!
JAKE: Dammit…when’s she going to write about something interesting….
(JAKE LEAVES)
ZANDER: You two should stop fighting….
TAMMY: I swear, they’re real…
JAMIE: They are real.
JAKE: WHAT?
TAMMY: Nothing Jake, LEAVE!
(JAKE LEAVES…AGAIN)
JAMIE: None of you care about me!
AMBER: I care
JAMIE: So! You’re just a suck up
AMBER: BITCH!
JAMIE: SLUT!
AMBER: WHORE!
JAMIE: SKANK!
AMBER: Uh…uh…shit…
(AMBER LEAVES)
JAMIE: VICTORY!!!
ZANDER: Harlot…
JAMIE: What?
ZANDER: Fancy word for prostitute…
TAMMY: I am NOT!
JAMIE: So…does that mean?
ZANDER: Yeah.
JAMIE: Dammit…
(JAMIE LEAVES)
MARY: So, Tammy…when Richard asked you to marry him, did he tell you
about AIDS?
TAMMY: Really?
MARY: Really. It’s the reason we use protection.
TAMMY: Shit…I’ve…gotta go…
ZANDER(under his breath): Harlot…
(TAMMY LEAVES)
MARY: So, it’s just you and me, Goat.
ZANDER: I believe the technical term would be Filenze.
MARY: Whatever, I’m still going to win…
ZANDER: Your husband doesn’t love you.
(MARY RUNS AWAY CRYING)
ZANDER: YES! I win! Now everybody shall hear that filenze are going to take
over the world!!! *Maniacle laugher*
(ZANDER LEAVES ROOM LAUGHING AND SHUTS OFF THE LIGHT BEHIND HIM)
(A FAINT GOLDEN GLOW CAN BE SEEN IN ONE CORNER OF THE ROOM)
FISIX: Why does everybody always forget about me?
