Falling Fast

I have always fallen in fast.

True, my fundamental Christian friends would label it as "lust", saying that sex outside of wedlock is nothing equating love and that only making the walk down the aisle satisfies that response.  And, in my past, I tried to comply to this, burying the feelings I had for past lovers and boyfriends.

Also true, I've not had as many former flames as those close to me.  In my short life, I can count the number of partners on both my hands alone, and each of them I see now held my heart exclusively for a season and a piece of that love remains forever.  This is something that regardless of how I have tried to suppress or release I cannot.  I must admit to my feelings for, my undying love for, each of them, regardless of how the love ended.

Another truth, only one of those ten did I not consummate the sexual act, and he not being of the Christian Right persuasion.  But, despite what the fundamental pastors tried to manipulate me to believe, giving myself to those nine completely did not diminish the love.  Lust does not equate love indeed, but it does represent an aspect of it.

Within the last week, I've been in conversation via Facebook mostly with a former flame, rather the first of the ten.  Something I thought nothing of when he first responded to my request, after all I wrote a long article on just why I friend my exes.  I cared for them once, right?

But, what transpired as we re-connected, smoothed over old wounds, and, yes, flirted a bit too much was my heart started to burn once again towards him.  The memories of our time together flooded back and I felt that pull once again towards him.

Stupid Girl, I chided myself.  I'm in a relationship, happily so at last, with my best friend and one that I hope to spend the rest of my life with, in fact.

Stupid Girl

But, this aforementioned ex was the first.  And as we say in the Whovian world, you never forget your first doctor, well, indeed you never forget your first time.  (Okay, so I'd had "penetration" before but that was from a very awkward teen boy in my sophomore year of high school and other than that I'd fooled around but never completed the act which always, always left me wanting more.)

So, the feelings started up afresh, almost as if time had passed.  In truth, in all these years apart, I'd come across men who bore some resemblance to him, feeling my heart surge within me every time.  Now, I know why.

When you love someone, in whatever form or fashion, it never dies.  Somewhat buried or hidden, a piece of that person and the affection you felt for them, the memories of their touch, their laughter, their presence in your life, remains for all time.

Because of these former flames, I believe whole-heartily in the idea of past lives.  Certain souls meeting up throughout all time for whatever purpose, love or whatnot.

As the days pass on now, I carry that with me, that remembrance of love then and now.  Whatever the future may hold, knowing, at last, our souls will always be connected despite barriers of time or space.

I have always fallen in fast, getting burned just as fast but overall living a life more richer and more satisfying for the loving I did.

A Sorta Fairytale

Happy 33 Matt Smith!

"Type" this!

There's been a lot of talk lately amongst actors and actresses about their "type".  This is when actors consider what celebrities they resemble in order to better market themselves in the entertainment industry.  The theory behind this is that this will help one further develop their craft by keeping in mind what the casting directors, producers, and whatnot are seeing in one's self.

I can see some benefits of this and I have found myself analyzing other actors I see on TV or in the movies, for how they resemble me and what kind of roles they get in 'the industry'.  But, I also see a pretty blatant danger in this thinking.  At least for myself as an artist.

I think it can take away from the actual hard-work one needs to put in to honing their craft and developing their own unique talents and skills.  It also removes the aspect of "play" from acting and makes it all about the business side of things.  Losing that sense of "play", sense of developing one's inner self in art, takes away the whole reason for joining the acting world, not to mention takes away the joy of living, breathing, getting up in the morning.

So, go ahead and analyze your types but don't stop working on your own self, for we all have unique talents and skills that set us apart from others.  After all, the acting world and entertainment industry may be a business, but it is also an art.

Feeling a little discouraged?

So, I've been feeling a little discouraged, worn out, overwhelmed, or just depressed.

Why am I following this path I am on? Why am I pursuing this dream? What's the point if I don't achieve some sort of glory?

In life, we aren't given a crystal ball that shows us just where we are going to be or want to be.  There doesn't seem to be any guarantees that we are going to get what we want.  So, why try?

And, this thought has been rambling itself through my mind as I moved about the last few days, maybe weeks.  As I shot scenes for my latest film, worked on the play-readings, worked on my own plays I'm writing, or what have, I just couldn't shake that feeling of, "Why?"

The answer that came back to me is, because its what you can do.  Would life really be worth living if we weren't pursuing some goal, some passion, that keeps us getting up in the morning? Even when there seems no end result, no shining bright lights around the corner, don't give up.

Why? Because the alternative is succumbing to the monotomy of a life without meaning, devoid of purpose and even worse joy.

After all, this blog's meme is, "what you visualize becomes your reality", a powerful truth I have discovered already in this past.  Sometimes, you got to just keep persevering no matter what, even when those visions seem far off, distant, or untrue.

So, my plan to get over the doldrums and the nagging questions of doubt is simply this, not to give up.  To keep putting one foot in front of the other, taking one job after another and to keep moving forward.  Even when its hard, when you just don't feel it, because if the alternative is settling, then why not be a little reckless and live a life of happiness, where ever it may lead?

Afternoon Walks In College

In college, I lived as close to campus as I could without living in the dorms.  Just minutes away, I'd always walk to and from class, coming home sometimes between classes for lunch or to change my shirt, grab a book or notebook I needed for class.

In the evening, walking back from the day's hustle of university life, I'd pass by this old yellow house.  At the time, an older man and his wife lived there.  They usually had a few cats and a dog about in the yard while he worked in the shed out in the backyard.  I always smiled at him as I passed.  A few times we'd say hello and once awhile we'd talk about how our day had been and what we had done.

I cannot remember what his name was or anything else like that but I just remember how nice he was and how much I valued that time passing by seeing him at work in his yard, at different times of the year whether it be the coolness of early winter evenings or the early warmth of spring.

A few years back when I was freshly returned to Ashland, I happened to pass by again and saw him once more in his yard, this time much older and moving slower, bent over that much more.  I stopped again and told him how I remembered him from my college days, how I always loved this house, and held a fondness for the days I would pass by after school in the evenings.

He smiled and invited me in to show me around his old house, that had been in the family for years.  He showed me the original oven and the rooms.  We sat and talked before I had to continue my journey home.  It was a moment of peace during a time of my life that was in beginning the road to emotional upheaval, when I was trying to cling to any sense of normalcy I could.

About a week ago, I happened to walk by and noticed the "For Sale" sign on the door.  My heart broke a little, knowing I would never see him again out in his yard working away, never stop to smile, and chat about the day.

Thus ends a chapter of my life.  You never know who or what will make a difference in your life, shape your heart.

The Shape of You

Oh, kitty Baby!

I am Anastasia Marie Raymond, 31 and freshly divorced.  Why? Well, for a number of reasons, such as he's a cheating, lying bastard ( even with my sister on our anniversary).  Thus, I've been on the war-path ever since, against anyone I could find to take revenge upon.  Until I saw her face...

That is Tina.  Okay, so I've been working with her for awhile, yeah, and I never dreamed that I was attracted to women or anything.  But, that one moment when I saw her in all her sensual beauty changed everything.

When I was first divorced, I had a rebound relationship with Anderson, which resulted in a threesome with him and Frederico.  This was after I discovered my ex had hooked up with that office tramp, Janine.  But, that fling with Anderson ended when I had that extreme moment of bliss when I fell for Tina.

Everything I do, everything I have done is to get her attention.  I only wish I could have some of her gumption, some of her fighting spirit, but alas I'm a real shrinking violet.  Just to try to pretend that I am not, I collect files and files on all the employees in the office, in the event of, well when I can have my moment, stand up, and fight.  That'll show them all, and more importantly, that'll get Tina's attention.  If only I knew how...

This character blog is based on a character for my upcoming film, Kitty Baby written and directed by Melanie Dahl and Dan McCloy of Wicked Pixie Productions.

Somewhere Out There

Divine Lunacy: Not To Sell, But To Tell

Divine Lunacy

It's not easy to write a play, let alone a musical, that not only entertains but has a meaningful and powerful message that impacts society as a whole but writer and director Peter Quince does a fine job with his "Divine Lunacy".  Along with the beautifully composed songs by David Gabriel, the delightful production is a masterpiece that strikes a deeper and more meaningful chord than that of "normal theatre".  Peter Quince and David Gabriel write just as the people that they are, honest, pure, real souls whose emotions are ever present and live a life of "what you see is what you get".  And that's just what Divine Lunacy, the musical comedy, truly is; blending musical theatre with truthful "straight" theatre that brings to light the issues behind mental illness, human suffering, and survival.  

In truth, general audiences and theatre-goers may find the storyline hard to comprehend.  But to suspend that judgment, knowing that what they're seeing is truly not the normal theatrical experience, but something more truthful, more profound, more necessary.  This is truly the reason theatre began in the first place to impact viewers with a life-changing message that alters society as a whole.

Each of the four actors, David Gabriel, Nathan Monks, Rose Passione, and Kaitie Warner, give inspiring and truthful performances.  Not only do they look like they are enjoying themselves but they really believe in the story and the message.  As Monks character says, its "not to sell, but to tell". Furthermore, Gabriel and Warner give scene-stealing performances.  Rose Passione's beautiful voice and truthful acting is a powerful force throughout the play.  Nathan Monks gives a compelling performance as Davy/Joey, the protagonist who spirals between mania, psychosis, and depression. The set, designed by Gabriel Ash, assists this in detailing the flashes between reality and delusion.  The songs add to the story by continuing this thread of the story-telling with compassion, honesty, and the effect of mental illness on all involved. 

It is then the audiences who are familiar with mental illness, either personally or as a loved one who will be the most profoundly affected by Divine Lunacy.  It is a story that should be told, a message that is greatly needed to bring light to the suffering of those with mental illnesses and their loved ones and to help bring about awareness for better resources, advocacy, and, most importantly, healing. 

Even with no diagnosis, one can find pause to see themselves in the journey of Joey or Davy.  As one of the characters quips, "Everyone is sane until you get to know them."  

Tickets for Divine Lunacy can be purchased here: http://www.divinelunacy.org/#div3

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Divine Lunacy is written by Peter Quince, with a musical score composed by David Gabriel.  The show stars Nathan Monks, Rose Passione, David Gabriel, and Kaitie Warner.  The show runs through October 25th at the Temple Emek Shalom in Ashland, Oregon. 

The Paschal Readings

Focus On Screenplays: Readings at Paschal Invite

Catatonia of The Fairies

by David Hill

I have always known myself to be called, Katie Spears, and that I am the 28 year old younger sister of Janet, the highly successful and beautiful older sister.  Because of this, I never felt as if I belonged in this family, in this world, always felt out of place somehow.  It wasn't until two years ago when I was "diagnosed" as they believe, that I finally discovered the truth about myself and that this feeling of not belonging had been the truth all along.  I discovered who I really am, where I am really from, and that brought such peace that I had yet never experienced.  But also this brought a sense of despair because I still remained in this world, this plane of existence, and had yet to reach fully my final destination and true home.  

Although the world labels me "mentally-ill", I, alone, know the truth about who I am.  I am the queen, the Queen Fairy, and my true identity is Catatonia.  This is the place I find myself in moments of meditative stillness; my ultimate escape and destination.  

Realizing all of this these past two years came when a presence I had long felt with me but never quite understood, who brought himself into fullness of my mind, that of Bumpass, my guardian angel, my higher self, and my King.  It is when no one else understands or sees or accepts, he truly knows and he who has promised to take me home, when the time is ready.

Catatonia of the Fairies is a screenplay written by David C. Hill and will be performed at the Paschal Readings on October 16th and 17th at 7 pm at the Paschal Winery in Talent, Oregon.  The show also stars Mike Vest, Reece Bredl, Martha Thatcher, V. Simone Stewart, Robyn Fichter, and Michael Meyer.  Michael Meyer also directs.

Troubled By Joy

by Diane Nichols

I was invented by Mr. Ted Lawson, an engineer from United Robotronics.  He is most famous for inventing V.I.C.I, or Voice. Input. Child. Identicant, infamously known as Vicki, the robot he adopted as his own child, rather hid away this amazing invention in a closet in his house in the suburbs.  Vicki was an early and primitive version and thus Ted continued to fine-tune his invention through the years.  He eventually realized that hiding robots in his closets was not the smartest thing and also saw how beneficial this technology could be to the world, but mostly to his pocketbook. What the hell was he thinking all these years?  Thus, he began selling his creations, making a fortune, divored his wife of many years, left his family behind, and moved to the Hollywood hills where he dated a string of Playboy bunnies, only keeping Vicki for times when the bunnies couldn't be found.  His life ultimately ended in his Hollywood mansion, alone, with only the hollow, mechanized voices of his many robots, unsuccessfully stemming of the haunting cries of the many he had wronged and realizing the error of his ways.

Small Wonder

Meanwhile, the United Robotronics grew more and more successful, in fact it united the world over, creating the one-world government all the right-wing Christians and the conspiracy theorists warned about and obsessively worried over.  But enough about that!  Did I worry? Did I care? No, I'm a robot.  Not even sharing the factual information about my creator and his demise.  It is no trouble at all.

Troubled by Joy is a screenplay written by Diane Nichols and will be performed at the Paschal Readings on October 16th and 17th at 7 pm at the Paschal Winery in Talent, Oregon.  The show also stars Reece Bredl, Mike Vest, and Robyn Fichter.  Michael Meyer directs.

Two On A Match

by Ray Robison

My name is Danielle Rodgers, the second wife of Michael Rodgers and the step mother of his son, Jimmy.  His first wife died in a car accident due to her excessive drinking brought upon by the depression over her son's ailing and potentially fatal illness.  After her death, Michael went into a tailspin, dedicating his life to finding a cure.  He dated various women, only to test to see if they were appropriate "matches" to save his son, if not, he'd break it off suddenly and without explanation.  Then, he met me.  When I failed to be a match, he attempted to break it off until he saw how dedicated and patient I was in caring for Jimmy.  

So, we got married.  We settled down to care for Jimmy together and to pray for a miracle.  I believed that Michael gave up his quest to save his son, but an offspring's life at risk will prompt some rather dangerous notions in a parent.  Michael was committed to his cause.

Two On A Match is a screenplay written by Ray Robison and will be performed at the Paschal Readings on October 16th and 17th at 7 pm at the Paschal Winery in Talent, Oregon.  The show also stars Michael Meyer, Martha Thatcher, and Reece Bredl.  Michael Meyer also directs.

London Fog For Here

by Mig Windows

Hi, I'm Sam.  I'm somewhere in my twenties, if you're wondering.  I've always wanted to be a barista, until I became one.  Now, I realize its not all its cracked up to be, endlessly making coffee drinks for the faithfully addicted to the 'bean' can become a bit tiresome and make me wonder where my life is heading. 

Still, it has its perks.  For example, members of the opposite sex seem to find all baristas sexually appealing which results in good tipping.  However, there is one boy that I find rather appealing myself.  His name is Sam too, though perhaps not short for the same thing.  Mine is Samantha and his is Samuel, most likely, but who can tell, really these days.  He's cute in that slender like a breakable reed kind of way that makes you want to walk with him in a mighty windstorm just to see...only problem is, he's got a girlfriend or a love interest of some sort.  They come in together and I'm always trying to grab his attention away from her, always.  That's like my main mission in life now that I've successfully procured the barista gig.

London Fog For Here is a screenplay written by Mig Windows and will be performed at the Paschal Readings on October 16th and 17th at 7 pm at the Paschal Winery in Talent, Oregon.  They show also stars Martha Thatcher, Reece Bredl, Robyn Fichter, and Mike Vest.  Michael Meyer directs.

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Cafe Girl: A Story of Coffee, Sex, Cigarettes, & True Love

Act Three, Scene Two

(As she talks, all five of the boys appears behind her, as they say their line. When she speaks, each boy takes turn arranging the coffee shop and disassembing the apartment on the platform.)

Deborah:

So, what's the story about? A story of...of what...too much caffeine?

Thomas:

Seen you at the coffee shop, sometimes, Deborah.

Deborah:

Of the Golden Road? Of Youth?

Ray:

King of the lawn gnomes, they call me.

Deborah:

How does the story end? A story of a journey? Of friendship?

Matthew:

First snows are the best times for walks.

Deborah:

A story of regrets? A story of the search for true love?

James:

I'll meet you in my dreams tonight.

Deborah:

A story of pain, or strength?

Matthew:

You're all right, yourself, Deborah.

Deborah:

A story of hope, or nothing?

Matthew:

Live your life, Deborah, and be happy, no matter what, be that.

Deborah:

A story of truth?

Shaggy:

Never give up the fight.

Deborah:

A story of forgiveness, of letting go? a story of redemption? "I started going to a coffee shop recently, never thought I'd be a cafe girl, you know, but I always wanted to be....I just wish there was some book, something to explain and help navigate. I just wish it didn't hurt so bad. Endings."

James:

When I look into your eyes, I see the reflection of my own soul.

All boys:

One of us, one of us, one of us.

(As the boys chant, Deborah crosses downstage to donkey and feeds the donkey, as she speaks the boys stop.)

Deborah:

A story of love.

The Rose

(Black out.)

Cafe Girl: A Story of Coffee, Sex, Cigarettes, & True Love

Act Three, Scene One

(Lights up on front of stage, encircling the donkey is the furniture from the cafe. The platform is the apartment of James and Deborah from Act One.  Matthew and Deborah are sitting on the bed, as in the end of act one. As the lights come up, James is facing outwards, standing behind the donkey.)

James:

(whispers)

Deborah.

Deborah:

(sitting up, crossing down to him)

Are you really here?

James:

(crossing to her and standing beside her)

Remember I used to say to you, "I'll meet you in my dreams tonight."

Deborah:

You look...like you used to look, so long ago.

James:

Its how you wanted to see me.

Deborah:

Right here. You are still right here in my heart. Even after everything that happened, you are still right here. Even if I tried to forget you, I can't forget...that I love you. You once told me that I needed to find a love more than fire, bells, and whistles. I needed to just know that I am loved. With you, I have that, when its all said and done. Even when you are far away...I still know. But, there is still this loneliness because I can't see you---

James:

When I look into your eyes, I see the reflection of my own soul.

Deborah:

I do too.

James:

What are you thinking?

Deborah:

Just thinking about...

James:

Say it.

Deborah:

The old times, what life was like, how simple it was. I can still see it, in my mind, almost like I'm still there but its just starting to fade...the cafe. And you. And all of it. I don't want to let go but still...Thinking of what I wanted back then, the foolish young girl I was, trying to paint the picture of my life and love. The fairy-tale life, you know. And its just that...I'm angry, when it comes down to it. Angry at myself for believing in that, and not seeing. But, we can never really see. We only see what we want to, with rose-covered glasses. Its not black or white, bad or good. It just is. I'm angry at you because you left me and said you wouldn't. Couldn't.

James:

I still can't. Remember, "Love will last forever."

Deborah:

James.

(She looks away)

James:

You know, I looked up the meaning of our names once. You know what my name means? Supplanter.

(laughs)

But, your name, Deborah, means Honey Bee. And, your middle name, Ruth, means loyal friend.

Deborah:

So?

James:

You are a loyal friend that brings sweet things.

Deborah:

Tell me what to do, now. I'm tired of fighting.

James:

Me too. Deborah, my honey bee, I'm sorry that I never believed in you. Maybe there is one soul-mate for all of us, maybe there is more than one, pushing us to the great love. Who knows?

(takes her hand)

I only know that, you have to go on and you will...without me.

Deborah:

What will you do?

James:

I'll go where the wind guides.

Deborah:

But--

James:

Deborah, don't let me go, no matter what. I"ll be right here, always.

(places his hand on her heart)

I'll live on forever in your heart, your eyes, your dreams. Write my story, our story. And, Cafe-Girl, I love you. And, good-bye.

(He exits upstage)

Deborah: Will I ever see you again?

(Lights out, fade in on Deborah waking up next to Matthew, looks at him, smiles.)

Deborah:

Sometimes you fall in love at first sight, sometimes it takes awhile.

Falling In Love at a Coffee Shop

(Lights fade out.)

Cafe Girl: A Story of Coffee, Sex, Cigarettes, & True Love

I Will Follow You Into The Dark

Act One, Scene Eleven

(Single spotlights, Deborah downstage center, in chair, reading letter, Matthew upstage left speaking letter. While he reads, James, Ray, Shaggy, and Thomas dissemble cafe behind them.)

Matthew:

Dear Deborah, Not much going on here, really, but there have been a few changes. Ray left, up north, is now living in some hippie commune, good for him. He's still taking his meds and stuff. Thomas moved back to his home-town too, met some girl, and shacked up with her, I think, and they moved to, like, North Dakota. Had a kid or something. He's been calling me, all miserable and stuff. Gawd, am I going to have to go on a rescue mission?

(laughs)

Shaggy, did take that internship with NASA, remember how he used to rail on about the federal government and NASA, and he's gone back to school up north, getting his degree in computer science. Life is funny, like that. James is MIA, since you left. He just took off and no one knows where. And, the cafe, well, you were right, I guess you are a prophetess. It closed, you know that, I told you. But, more than that, they, the city, tore the whole building down, completely. Nothing left. Going to put in a fancy condiminion or something like that, some fancy tourist attraction. City improvement at its finest. What's my town coming to? And, me. Well, I got a new job at a restaurant. And, I'm thinking about going back to school or something.  Maybe getting my pilot's license after all. Well, I hope all is well with you at school. I got to get to work so I'll end this. Be well, Deborah. Much love, Matt.

(Single spotlights fade in on James, upstage right, Thomas, Ray, and Shaggy up on bare platform where cafe was)

James:

the universe would turn to a mighty stranger: I should not seem a part of it

Deborah:

We may long have left the golden road behind, but its memories are the dearest of our eternal possessions.

(Black out.)

Cafe Girl: A Story of Coffee, Sex, Cigarettes, & True Love

Falling In Love at a Coffee Shop

Act Two, Scene Eleven

(Deborah runs into cafe, stands motionless, staring.)

Matthew:

Deborah?

Deborah:

Matt, its over.  I don't...

Matthew:

What is?

Deborah:

James...He said he didn't love me...only like a friend or something like that.  I don't know what happened...

Maggie:

Hot and cold, that one.

Deborah:

I don't know what happened.  It was like one moment we were so happy...then the next he was so cold.  I don't know what to do...

Maggie:

I know, I totally get it.  He did the same with me.

Deborah:

I thought he and I had something special...I just don't know...I think I'll go away for awhile...I just need to get away, from all of this...

Matthew:

Deborah---

Deborah:

Figure things out, maybe go back to school. For something. And then, maybe I'll come back. Maybe.

(She looks around)

Maggie:

(taking Deborah's hand)

I'm leaving soon, for California.  You can come with me, start a new life together.

Deborah:

You going to school?

Maggie:

Yeah.  So?

Deborah:

I'll think about it.

(she looks around.)

This old cafe, its become like a home to me. Can't help feeling it won't be here...when I come back.

Matthew:

Oh this place, it'll always be here.

Deborah:

Like, you know that song, we are all "scattering like ice from a spoon" or something like "nothing lasts forever".

(She wanders around cafe)

I'm trying to remember, to hold everything in my mind. So someday if---

Matthew:

If?

Deborah:

If? If I ever...

Matthew:

Its like Shaggy always says, you know--

Deborah:

What?

Matthew:

The government is out to get us---

(they all laugh, hug)

Deborah:

I love you, Matthew.

Matthew:

You're all right yourself, Deborah.

(Lights fade out)

Cafe Girl: A Story of Coffee, Sex, Cigarettes, & True Love

Someday You Will Be Loved

Act Two, Scene Ten

(Maggie and Matthew in cafe.)

Maggie:

So, I think I got it.  Making all the drinks is still a little scary but--

Matthew:

You'll get it.  Don't be nervous at all.

Maggie:

First day jitters that's all.

(Thomas enters.)

Maggie:

Shit.

Matthew:

Want me to get this one?

Maggie:

No, no.  I got to face it sometime.

(Thomas approaches counter, looks at Maggie, awkward silence.)

Thomas:

Hey.

Maggie:

Hi.

Thomas:

Did I see the other night, with Deborah?

Maggie:

Yeah, girls' night.

Thomas:

Yeah, yeah.

Maggie:

So, you work there?

Thomas:

Yeah.

Maggie:

You like it?

Thomas:

Yeah, it pays the bills.  The church, well, you know.

Maggie:

Yeah.

(silence.)

Thomas:

So, you work here now? How do you like it?

Maggie:

First day.

Thomas:

Well, its pretty easy.  You'll get the hang of it.  I wish I was still here sometimes.

Maggie:

Bet you do.

(silence.)

Get you anything?

Thomas:

Just a cup of coffee and one of those amazing peach pecan muffins.

Maggie:

All right.

(She pours coffee, gets muffin, sets it on the counter.  He lays some cash on the counter, takes both in hands, waits.)

Saving up money...for school.

Thomas:

School?

Maggie:

Yeah...in California.

Thomas:

Out of state. Huh?

Maggie:

Yeah. What do you think about that?

Thomas:

(after a moment)

If you need to do that...

Maggie:

Yeah, well.  I can't stick around here all my life.

Thomas:

Yeah.  Well, good luck.

(He turns and walks down to patio, sits. Ray enters slowly, nods to Thomas, then enters cafe.)

Matthew:

Hi there, Ray.  How are you?

(Ray nods at him. He sits at table down center, pulls out paper from coat pocket, unfolds it, stares at it.)

Matthew:

Need coffee?

(Ray nods. Matthew goes behind counter, grabs a cup of coffee, and brings it down to him.)

Matthew:

(handing it to him and sitting across from him.)

So, everything okay?

Ray:

Well...

(pushes paper across to him. Matthew turns it toward him, looks at it.)

Matthew:

I'm...sorry.

Ray:

Thanks.

Matthew:

So, how long do you...

Ray:

have to live? Well, there is a place up north where I can get regular treatments, should give me a few more years.

Matthew:

So, you're going to go.

Ray:

Don't have a choice, if I want to live.

Matthew:

Yeah.  Just keep in touch.

Ray:

Of course.

(Thomas gets up and crosses to them, sits.)

Thomas:

So, she works here now?

Matthew:

Yeah. So?

Thomas:

Says she's moving...for school?

Ray:

So, you gonna say something?

Thomas:

What is there to say?

Ray:

So, that's that.

Thomas:

Yeah, I guess so.

Ray:

Really? Really?

Thomas:

Yeah, really.

Ray:

Its just...

(looks at paper.)

Thomas:

What?

Ray:

You only get one chance at this, you know.

Thomas:

At what?

Ray:

Life, is all.

Thomas:

Well, well, well. Since when have you become a philosopher?

Matthew:

Hey, Thomas--

Ray:

(hesitating)

Since this.

(pushes paper towards Thomas, who looks at it.  Silence.)

Thomas:

Sorry, man.

Ray:

No worries.  So going up north for treatments and living.

Thomas:

Seems like everyone's taking off, then.

(Maggie crosses down to table, sits nearest Matthew.)

Matthew:

Not everyone.

Thomas:

What about you, man? You going to stick around here the rest of your life?

Matthew:

Hopefully, not.

Thomas:

So, what's with you and Deborah?

Matthew:

Nothing. I mean, we're done.  She called it off...

Ray:

And, you're okay with that?

Matthew:

I shouldn't be? What else can I do?

Ray:

Sometimes if you want something, you got to fight.

Matthew:

What, are you Shaggy now?

Ray:

Yeah, never give up the fight, that's right.  Life is short...

Thomas:

So, Deborah?

Matthew:

She and James are...

Thomas:

Really?

Maggie:

(after a moment)

Its been a few weeks since they got together, all seems well, I guess. But, you know, how James is, classic Leo. Passionate one moment, Fire the next.

Thomas:

I don't quite follow you.

Maggie:

Runs hot and cold that one. I just hope she doesn't end up hurt.

Thomas:

Well, the future is not in our hands.

(He finishes coffee and rises, throwing a couple dollars on table)

I got to get to work.

(Looks at Maggie, then away.)

I'll be seeing you.

(To Matthew.)

Later, man.

(Ray rises.)

Ray:

Well, I got a doctor's appointment...

(rising slowly.)

Matthew:

(rising with him.)

Take care of yourself. You know what Shaggy always says...

Ray:

Yeah, yeah I do.

Matthew:

Right, that. So, don't.

(Thomas and Ray exit, Matthew watches after them.)

(Lights fade.)

Cafe Girl: A Story of Coffee, Sex, Cigarettes, & True Love

Torn

Act Two, Scene Eight

(James sits alone, on patio, sipping a cup of coffee. Deborah enters.)

Deborah:

James, hello.

James:

Hi.

Deborah:

(sitting)

You okay?

James:

Sort of, just thinking about some stuff Shaggy was talking about--

Deborah:

What about?

James:

Toxins in the environment, the air, the food we eat. Like they're out to get us..

Deborah:

James, you can't let this get you down--

James:

What am I supposed to do? Fight? But how?

Deborah:

(reaches across table and taking his hand)

I don't know but there's got to be away.

James:

(taking her hand)

Yeah, there's got to be some way.

(Their eyes meet.)

Do you want to get out of here, take a walk?

Deborah:

Sure.

(They get up and slowly walk downstage, holding hands.)

This feels nice.

James:

Yeah, comfortable.

(They walk in silence. Approach donkey)

You got any nickels?

Deborah:

Oh, god, yeah.

(They both pull wallet out of pants/purse and count out change. They cross to donkey.)

Deborah:

How did this get started anyway?

James:

I don't know, Shaggy and Matthew found it first, then took us all here. Its been a thing ever since.

Deborah:

Our thing!

(James laughs, finishes "feeding the donkey", then turns to Deborah. They share a moment.)

James:

Why do I feel so comfortable? With you?

Deborah:

I don't know, its just what is, I guess.

James:

Yeah, what is. But, I feel like I could tell you anything, like I've known you before we met.

Deborah:

Yeah, I feel the same.

James:

Thanks for, being there.

Deborah:

No problem.

(They kiss, she pulls away.)

I'm sorry...

James:

I'm not.

Deborah:

But Matt...

James:

He'll understand, I think he saw this happening anyway.

Deborah:

Really? I didn't think...

James:

I know.  It'll be okay now.

Deborah:

I'm just so overwhelmed.  How can I be feeling this? Just snuck up on me.  I like Matt, I think I love him, in away.  But then you are there...I feel like I need you but don't need you.  Its not a basic need for living, but a need of the...the heart.  Its like that line from Shakespeare I love so much..."My bounty is as boundless as the sea, my love as deep; the more I give to thee, the more I have, for both are infinite."

James:

Its more than just fire, bells, and whistles. It just is.

Deborah:

Like Wuthering Heights!

James:

Oh, yeah right, you were saying the other day. What about it?

Deborah:

I've always felt, well, that's always been one of my favorite books. And, now I kind of feel like I'm living it, sort of. You know that line, "if all else fails and he survives, I should still continue to be."

James:

Right. So, I'm Heathcliff and you are Catherine?

Deborah:

Yeah, something like that.

James:

So, you going to die and I'm going to go on, somehow?

(They both laugh.)

Deborah:

But, seriously, do you believe in destiny? Fate?

James:

Yeah, definitely.

Deborah:

What's the difference or are they the same thing?

James:

Fate is...the journey, destiny is the final destination, as it were.

Deborah:

Like fate is the people and events that get you where you are going, to your destiny?

James:

Yeah, something like that.

Deborah:

I'll buy that.

James:

(taking her hand)

I can see that we are cut from the same cloth.

(He kisses her hand. Lights fade in on Shaggy, stopping Matthew as he heads to patio with coffee.)

Shaggy:

I met someone.

Matthew:

Really?

Shaggy:

Her name's Ashlynn. So beautiful. I think she could be, you know, the one.

Matthew:

Really? That serious?

Shaggy:

Well, I mean, I just met her. But, I got a good feeling about this one.

Matthew:

Congrats, man. When do I get to meet her?

Shaggy:

Oh well, we'll see.

(They both laugh.)

Deborah:

I love you, James.

James:

I love you too, Deborah.

(They lean in and kiss.)

(lights fade out.)

Cafe Girl: A Story of Coffee, Sex, Cigarettes, & True Love

China

Act Two, Scene Eight

Loud dance music, lights fade into bar on stage right, Maggie and Deborah enter, all dressed up, breathless, lean against the bar.

Maggie:

(yelling, as music fades)

Can I get you anything?

Deborah:

(laughing)

You don't have to yell.

Maggie:

Sorry.  Get you anything?

Deborah:

Um, I'd love a long island.

Maggie:

Wow, girl.  You like your liquor!

Deborah:

Well, its a celebration!  Girls' Night!

Maggie:

Then I'll have one too.

(turns towards bar, notices Thomas, working behind bar, few feet away.)

Shit, look whose working tonight.

(Deborah notices.)

Deborah:

I've got this.

(Maggie hands her the money.)

Maggie:

Thanks.

(Thomas crosses down to them.)

Deborah:

Hey, Thomas.

Thomas:

Hi! How are you?

Deborah:

All right.  I didn't know you worked here.

Thomas:

Just started last week.

Deborah:

Awesome.  You like it?

Thomas:

It pays the bills.  The church isn't a big fan of it, but you know, my life. Get you anything?

Deborah:

Two long islands?

(He takes money, starts making drinks.)

Glad you're doing well.

Thomas:

Yeah, thanks.

(sets drinks on counter.)

How are you and Matt? He here?

Deborah:

No, girls' night.

(starts to motion towards Maggie then stops.)

See ya!

(She turns with drinks and she and Maggie head to table down from bar, they sit.)

Wow, close one.

Maggie:

Did he notice me?

Deborah:

I don't think so.

Maggie:

Did he say anything?

Deborah:

Not much.  Oh, just that the church doesn't really like him working here much.

Maggie:

Oh, that.  Always "the church".

Deborah:

How did he..I mean, why Mormonism?

Maggie:

His family. He was raised that way.

Deborah:

So, have you talked to him?

Maggie:

What's there to say?

Deborah:

I don't know, just closure, I guess.

Maggie:

Huh.  Isn't this supposed to be a girls' night?

Deborah:

Yeah, sorry.

(They both drink and look around.)

Besides, there's lots of fish in the sea.

(They both laugh)

Maggie:

I've been thinking of moving anyway.  For school.

Deborah:

Oh yeah, where at?

Maggie:

California, most likely. I'm thinking of getting a masters in education.

Deborah:

So you'll be a teacher?

Maggie:

Yeah. Help corrupt the next generation! You inspired me!

(They both laugh.)

Deborah:

Matthew always tells me to kick the kids.  He says 'kick them, they bounce.'

(They both laugh)

Maggie:

So, how are you two?

Deborah:

We're good, I guess.

Maggie:

Uh oh.  What's that supposed to mean?

Deborah:

Well, there's lots of fish in the sea...

Maggie:

And?

Deborah:

I'm starting to like someone else, is all.

Maggie:

Who? Do I know him?

Deborah:

Yeah, I think so...

Maggie:

Who is it?

Deborah:

(hesitating)

James...

Maggie:

Oh no.

Deborah:

Why?

Maggie:

Well...he's a dark one, that one.

Deborah:

Yeah, I guess that's why I like him.  Mysterious.

Maggie:

Yeah well. Runs hot and cold, is all.

Deborah:

How do you mean?

Maggie:

He and I had a thing, for a bit. He was all into it and then he wasn't.

Deborah:

Did you ever find out why?

Maggie:

No, he would never say.  It was just over. Kind of broke my heart, you know.

Deborah:

Oh, I'm sorry. I really am.

Maggie:

It's okay.  It was awhile ago, before me and Thomas. Thomas helped me get over him actually.

Deborah:

I see.  I don't know where this is coming from, this thing with James.  I just feel drawn to him, more and more. It just happened.

Maggie:

Just happened? Have you done anything? Told him? Matt?

Deborah:

Not really. I don't know what to do, confused.

Maggie:

Ain't love grand? Sometimes you fall in love at first sight, sometimes it takes awhile, right?

(Lights fade.)

Cafe Girl: A Story of Coffee, Sex, Cigarettes, & True Love

Tom's Diner

Act Two, Scene Seven

Lights fade in on patio, all sit gathered around on patio, raining.

Deborah:

Have you ever read Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte? Its about a man named Heathcliff who is brought into this family at a young age and adopted, but he's basically a servant because he's lower class, or family origin unknown. But, the daughter, Catherine befriends him and as they grow up together, they sort of fall in love. But, due to societal pressures or something she marries someone else, and then shortly after that she dies.

Matthew:

Sounds tragic.

Deborah:

Yeah, but anyway right before she gets married she is talking to this maid, Nell, I think and the maid asks her how she can marry someone else if she loves Heathcliff, how she can stand to be separated from him. And she, Catherine, explains that she will never be separated because she and Heathcliff are one, she says after this long dramatic monologue, "if all else fails and he survives, I should still continue to be." I, kind of, always felt akin to that story, you know.

Matthew: W

hy is that?

Deborah:

I don't know why, actually. It just, kind of, hits me in the heart. It makes sense. I read a lot, always have.

Matthew:

That's cool.

Deborah:

Do you like to read?

Matthew:

Of course. You said you were reading The Hitchhiker's series?

Deborah:

Yeah, I just finished.

Matthew:

What'd you think?

Deborah:

Hilarious. Except I found something odd.

Matthew:

What's that?

Deborah:

The restaurant at the end of the universe, which this cafe is named after--

Matthew:

What about it?

Deborah:

That's where they watched the Universe end, explode, sort of.

Matthew:

So?

Deborah:

What's that say about this place?

Matthew:

That, maybe, we'll watch the end of the universe from this place?

Deborah:

And then, what?

Matthew:

Who knows?

Ray:

Will you two stop flirting already? Can't a guy get some service around here?

Matthew:

All right, lawn gnome. I'll be right back, okay?

(She nods, Matthew exits into cafe, Deborah looks outward into audience, thinks.)

James:

So about the book?

Deborah:

The book?

James:

The one you were just talking about--

Deborah:

Oh, Wuthering Heights?

James:

Yeah.  Why do you think it hits you like that?

Deborah:

I guess, I just feel like Catherine, you know.

James:

Like how?

Deborah:

Trapped...somehow.

Ray:

Trapped?

Deborah:

Yeah, trapped. By what others think of you, what you can and can't do, what you should do with your life, love.

Ray:

That is...trapped.  You'll find your way to, let it go.

Deborah:

Oh yeah, how?

Ray:

Well, first, the end isn't always such a horrible thing.

Deborah:

Yeah, but its still hard, you know, still hurts.

Ray:

Pain is necessary.

(silence, thunder.)

Thomas:

Dramatic.

Deborah:

Beautiful though.

Shaggy:

But deadly.

James:

What do you mean by 'love'?

Deborah:

What?

James:

How does love trap you?

Deborah:

What is it anyway? How do you know when you feel it?

James:

You just do, really. Why?

Ray:

You love Matt?

Deborah:

I think so, but--

(after a moment, quietly.)

That's not the only issue.

Ray:

What is?

Deborah:

What if you find yourself falling for...can you fall in love with two people at once?

Ray:

Who says you can't?

James:

(to Shaggy)

What do you mean, deadly? Lightning?

Shaggy:

Toxins in the air. Falling through the rain.

Thomas:

Oh God, is nothing safe?

Ray:

You are so young, Deborah.

Deborah:

What's that supposed to mean?

Ray:

But, you'll figure it out, in the end.

Deborah:

In the end?

(Lightning. Shaggy starts counting quietly.)

James:

So, you think you are in love with two people?

Deborah:

I think so.

James:

Does Matt know?

Deborah:

Well, I haven't said.

James:

Why not?

Deborah:

Because I don't know how the other person feels.

James:

Would that make a difference?

Deborah:

(after a moment)

Yes.

(Thunder, louder.)

Shaggy:

Three miles away.

Thomas:

Better get inside.

(All exit save Shaggy.)

Shaggy:

So, this is how it ends? With a bang after all?  The end of the universe?

(Lights out.)

Cafe Girl: A Story of Coffee, Sex, Cigarettes, & True Love

Damn It Feels Good To Be A Gangster

Act Two, Scene Six

Interior, cafe: Ray and Thomas sit together, drinking coffee and reading the newspaper. Shaggy is upstage at computer, online. James and Matthew sit on patio, Deborah enters.

Deborah:

Hello, boys.

Matthew:

Hi.

(gets up and hugs her, she hugs him and then looks at James)

Deborah:

Hi.

James:

Hello there, Deborah.

Matthew:

Can I get you anything?

Deborah:

Coffee, please. Thanks.

(Matthew exits into cafe, crosses to counter, as he is preparing, watches the two of them through window, Deborah sits across from James)

How are you?

James:

Doing well. You?

Deborah:

All right. Actually, what I mean is, what we talked about yesterday--

James:

Yes...

Deborah:

So, how are you?

James:

It comes, it goes.

Deborah:

Well, I'm here for you, you know, if you ever need to, talk, you know, as a friend.

James:

What about Matt?

Deborah:

He's great, really.

James:

Okay, just checking.

Deborah:

What?

James:

Nothing.

Deborah:

Actually, there has been some issues related to him and I.

James:

Yeah?

Deborah:

I think I love him, but I'm afraid to--James, can I ask you a question?

(lights fade out on them, fade in on Shaggy, turning around to face the rest of cafe)

Shaggy:

Did you see this? It says NASA is launching another ship into space, but not telling anyone. Going to their secret base on Mars, they've had one for years, you know. Its all a conspiracy, really.  This article says they are going to leave us here, in the destruction of the planet, and the elite will leave.

Ray:

You believe that?

Shaggy:

Who knows?

Ray:

Why such an interest in NASA?

Shaggy:

You know something, its job-related.

Thomas:

What?

Shaggy:

So, my advisor at school recommended some summer internships, they were on the top of the list.  I contacted them and, well, looks like I've got a summer job.

Matthew:

Well, that certainly is a surprise.

Ray:

You said it.

Matthew:

(not taking his eyes off Deborah and James)

So, why the change of heart?

Shaggy:

I just feel that, there is always something we can do...to fight. Never give up the fight. Sometimes you have to go on the inside in order to do that.

Ray:

Yeah, but what if it doesn't work?

Shaggy:

There is always a need.

(Thomas picks up paper.)

Thomas:

(reading paper)

Soul-mates. New study about the nature of relationships.

Matthew:

Yeah? What of it?

Thomas:

Says that scientifically findings do not show factual evidence of the existence of soul-mates. Furthermore, no logical reasoning for love or how one loves or chooses to love is reported or discovered.

(looking up)

Guess it really is a matter of the soul, then? A spiritual thing?

(silence.)

Ray:

So, think I'm going to be taking a little trip.

Matthew:

Where to?

Ray:

Not sure, up north perhaps. Anyway, I wanted you all to be the first to know.

Matthew:

Things will be different without you, lawn gnome.

(lights fade, fade in on Deborah and James)

Deborah:

Do you believe in soul-mates?

James:

Like there is just one person for all of us?

Deborah:

Yeah, something like that.

James:

I used to think Danielle was my soul-mate--

Deborah:

Danielle?

James:

My ex-wife. But, then she went and cheated on me.

Deborah:

Oh, god, my ex cheated on me. Don't know why I stayed with him after that.

James:

With the whole town, practically.

Deborah:

Really?

James:

Yeah, and that was during the time of all the craziness, when I was being followed. So, I really wasn't aware. Slept with one eye open after that.

Deborah:

Oh, James, that's terrible. Is that true?

James:

Of course it is. Why wouldn't it be?

Deborah:

I don't know, it just seems too crazy to be true.

James:

Well, yeah, it happened. I don't like to talk about it much, you know.

Deborah:

I can see why.

James:

Kind of makes you think, who can you trust?

Deborah:

Right, I can see that. So you no longer believe in soul-mates?

James:

I don't know, maybe there is more than one soul-mate just brought to us at different times, to teach us different lessons, in different times of our lives. Hopefully.

(Lights up on Shaggy and Matthew, who is getting ready to take coffee to Deborah)

Shaggy:

Never give up the fight.

(Lights fade in on Thomas and Rae)

Matthew:

Right, never give up, I'll remember that.

Ray:

Our souls will always be, connected?

Thomas:

Yeah, guess so.

(Matthew crosses downstage right to patio with coffee, hands her cup and hands it to Deborah.)

Deborah:

I want to believe in that. In soul-mates.

(lights fade out.)

Cafe Girl: A Story of Coffee, Sex, Cigarettes, & True Love

I Think I'm Paranoid

Act Two, Scene Five

Interior: cafe: As lights rise, all the boys are hovered over computer, where Shaggy sits. Deborah enters, watches for a moment then speaks.

Deborah:

Can I get some service here?

They all turn and come down stage, Matthew kisses her.

Matthew:

Get you anything?

Deborah:

Yeah, cappuccino, maybe?

She hands him some cash, he smiles and kisses her and exits towards counter to make her espresso drink.

So, what are you all doing around the computer? Looked conspiratorial?

Ray:

You don't know the half of it!

They all gather around center table, holding coffee cups.

Deborah:

Okay, now I'm interested.

Ray:

Shaggy was just showing some of his "research".

Shaggy:

You don't really believe, do you?

Ray:

Sounds a bit fishy? Sometimes I wonder if conspiracy theorists aren't closely related to evangelists! You sure, you and Thomas aren't distant cousins or something?

Shaggy:

What's that supposed to mean?

Thomas:

Yeah, what's that supposed to mean?

Ray:

You know how you both feel like you found "the truth" and you think that's the only way, that's how it is, and you insist that everyone has to believe or, I don't know, die.

Thomas:

That's not what I'm saying---

Ray:

Its just that everyone believes what they want to believe, what's true to them, right? And, why must it be this struggle between ourselves? You know, in the words of Rodney King, why can't we all just get along?

Thomas:

Its not like I'm not.  I'm just trying to help...

Ray:

I know, Thomas.  We all know.

Deborah:

So, your research, Shaggy?

Shaggy:

You sure you want to hear it? You want to be proseltyzed?

Deborah:

I've done the church thing before, so maybe I oughta try this.

Thomas:

You go to church too!

Deborah:

Not really, just with my family, you know, when the grandparents visit.

Thomas:

Really? What'd you think?

Ray:

God, Thomas, never thought you'd be one of those types, a CIA!

Thomas:

CIA?

Shaggy and James:

CIA?

Ray:

Yeah, Christian In Action!

Shaggy:

Back to my discoveries, if you may. See, Deborah, its all ties back to the Illumati or the Rothschilds, an elite banking family that rose to power in the turn of the first century and quickly began spreading out its branches into all sorts of different aspects of society, mainly, the major world governments. Yes, including the CIA, not like Thomas though. They founded the federal reserve after they constructed the crash of the stock market that brought about the great depression, they offered the way out, the president accepted, well, he had no choice, really. They constructed evidence against him to destroy him, if he didn't. He had to comply. Since then, the presidency is just puppetry and pagentry, a cover for the Illumati, the real power in control.

Deborah:

Wait a minute, you believe all this?

Shaggy:

Well, not believe, know. The evidence is clear.

Deborah:

Okay...

Shaggy:

If I may continue...Since then, they've been working behind the scenes, orchestrating world events to bring about the downfall of the masses and their eventual reign. Like 9-11--

Thomas:

9-11?

Shaggy:

Yeah, it was an inside job. You want to see?

He gets up and heads back towards computer. Thomas and Ray follow, reluctantly. James sits, staring into space, motionless.

Deborah:

You okay, James?

He looks up.

James:

Just thinking.

Deborah:

About?

James:

It just brings back, flashbacks, I guess.

Deborah:

Flashbacks?

James:

When I lived in New Orleans---

Deborah:

Really? When was that?

James:

My first wife and I lived there for awhile, I got a job there. About two years ago.

Deborah:

Oh, okay.

James:

And, there was an office of the CIA set up in that town.

Deborah:

Really? Christians in Action?

James:

No. Do you know about them? Shaggy didn't even touch them. They conduct experiments on the general public, mind control. I have proof, they did it to me.

Deborah:

What?

James:

It started simply. I noticed blue cars, always blue, unmarked, following me wherever I went. Then, I started having dreams but they weren't dreams, you know, I don't think so. I was in some sort of room, on an examination table, and they inserted something in my brain. Since then, I've had this terrible ringing. My ex-wife, she woke up one morning with a bloody nose, metallic object fell out of it. Then, she started saying that never happened. And, then she started telling my friends she wanted to have me committed. That's when she went to "their side."

Deborah:

What? James, are you okay?

James shakes himself.

James:

Yeah. Sorry, flashbacks.

Deborah:

Have you told anyone about this? A doctor?

James:

Who would believe me? They'd lock me up, call it "schizophrenia." Just to hide it.

Deborah:

But you can't keep this inside--

James:

Who can I tell?

Deborah:

Well, to start with, me. I'll listen. I'll try to help.

James:

Really? What if---

Deborah:

What if, what?

James:

Well, you and Matt--

Deborah:

Well, I'm your friend.

James:

You are so sweet. Thank you.

He reaches for her hand, she takes it as lights fade out.

Cafe Girl: A Story of Coffee, Sex, Cigarettes, & True Love

Life In A Coffee Shop

Act Two, Scene Four

(Deborah alone, center stage, spotlight, as she talks the cafe is lit slowly behind her)

Deborah:

I started going to a coffee shop recently. I never thought I'd be a cafe girl, you know, but I always wanted to be. Maybe, that's what life is all about, going after what you want. But, I thought you had to wear all black, smoke cigarettes, look morose all the time, and talk about dark things. In fact, there is a guy like that.

(Lights up on James, sitting on patio at coffee shop behind her.)

Yeah, he's just like I would have imagined. Dark hair, dark clothes, dark eyes...eyes. (muses) I think I am going to call him 'scary dark boy'. Then, there is Matthew, who my boyfriend, he's cute with this amazing red hair

(lights up on Matthew sitting across from James)

Such a "cute coffee boy". He's all right, but I don't know where the relationship is going. A girl needs to know these things. At least, he's not the ex-slob. Matthew's dealing with similar crap with his ex. This friend I have, she's always talking about the need to find a husband. I guess we are 'husband hunting', feels kind of under-handed, you know. Love. Marriage. Life.  What's it all about?  I can't help but think or hope, I can do some good for them...and maybe them for me. Who knows?

(ponders)

Every time I come to the cafe, there they sit on the patio, Just sitting. Waiting...for me? Or something, what? What are we all waiting for? Minutes slipping by...take the chance, to love. Isn't that what life is all about? What life is worth? So, there they sit, waiting and when I see them, waving.

(lights out on Deborah, lights fade in on cafe.)

Cafe Girl: A Story of Coffee, Sex, Cigarettes, & True Love

Thank You By Dido

Act Two, Scene Three


Lights show the end of the day, early evening as the rise on cafe. Matthew is busy closing up shop, putting chairs up on tables, vacuuming (miming with real vacuum but silent, the audience will get the idea, one beat and Deborah enters, knocking on the door. Matthew doesn't hear for a moment, so she knocks louder, yelling his name over the din. Then finally she enters, crosses to him, touches him on the shoulder. He turns, startled.

Deborah:

Hi.

Matthew:

Good to see you!

Deborah:

(entering, looking around)

Closing for the day?

Matthew:

Doesn't it look like it?

Deborah:

Need any help?

Matthew:

No. But thank you. I just need to put this away.

(gestures towards vacuum)

And, then how about a walk?

Deborah:

It looks like snow?

Matthew:

First snows are the best times for walks.

(He smiles, she returns the smile)

Let me just--

(He moves to vacuum, placed where ever the director wants him, makes a show of rolling up cord, and dragging vacuum cleaner up stage to kitchen, exits, Deborah looks around, then Matthew re-enters).

All ready?

Deborah:

Yeah. Its so cozy here.

Matthew:

Yeah, I like it too. Its just a shame that--

Deborah:

What?

Matthew:

Business is slow, is all.

(She nods understandingly)

Ready? I know a great place.

Deborah:

Okay.

(They exit through door, Matthew locks it, lights fade on coffee shop as they slowly cross left across stage.)

Just beginning to snow. Its so beautiful.

(Does a ballet-type spin, stops, embarrassed.)

Sorry.

Matthew:

Why?

Deborah:

I just...

Matthew:

It was beautiful.

(She pulls coat closer to her, sticks hands in pockets, no gloves, pulls up hood.)

Hands cold?

(takes gloves out of his pocket.)

Hear, have mine.

Deborah:

But you need them....

(he pushes them towards her)....

Matthew:

Please, I insist. I'm used to it anyway.

Deborah:

Wait, I have a better idea.

(She hands him one, they put gloves on free hands and hold the bare hands, begin walk.)

Matthew:

Wow. Good plan.

Deborah:

You were telling me, on the phone, about your last girl-friend?

Matthew:

Yeah. Not much more to say. She cheated on me, with the whole town, you know. Girls and guys. So, its just messed up. I had the engagement ring ready and everything.

(He takes a few steps in front of her then turns)

You?

Deborah:

Me?

Matthew:

Your ex?

Deborah:

Oh, he was a real slob, drank too much, smoked too much, never completed anything. Lived with me without paying rent or anything...a big mooch. Lame.

Matthew:

Yeah. Looks like we've both been through the ringer!

(They walk a little.)

Deborah:

Yeah.

(They walk in silence. She pulls out hand, turns away.)

Kind of makes you wonder why you do it.

Matthew:

(He takes her hand in his, looks at her.)

It'll be all right. This time.

Deborah:

How do you know?

Matthew:

( He studies her, shakes his head.)

Because, you're all right, yourself, Debi.

Deborah:

Eh, don't call me that. I like Deborah, or even, Deb.

Matthew:

Well, then you're all right, yourself, Deborah.

(thinks)

What about Rah?

Deborah:

What about what?

Matthew:

DeboRAH!

Deborah:

(laughs)

What should I call you then, Hew? Or?

Matthew:

Just Matt. My mom calls me Matthew when she's mad at me.

(mimics mom)

Matthew William Downey!

(They both laugh.)

Deborah:

Sounds familiar!

(mimics mom)

Deborah Ruth Seller!

(silence.)

Where are we going?

Matthew:

You'll see. But, first a little detour, okay?

Deborah:

Do I have a choice?

(laughs)

Matthew:

Sure, you always have a choice, Deborah.

(Matthew crosses downstage center, where stands statue of a donkey.)

Few years ago, my friends and I randomly discovered this. Don't know who made it or even why its here? But, anyways, we started "feeding" it.

Deborah:

What?

Matthew:

It likes this, five nickels. Only five nickels.

Deborah:

Why "five nickels"?

Matthew:

See, they fit perfectly in his mouth. Look.

(He inserts nickels and gestures to them.)

Deborah:

Yeah, I see. So, five nickels?

Matthew:

Yep, five nickels!

Deborah:

Not quarters, pennies, dimes?

Matthew:

No, five nickels, only five nickels. Mr. Donkey here knows what he likes.

(They both laugh, grab hands, continue walking.)

Matthew:

So, you mentioned you finished school? Congratulations!

Deborah:

Thank you.

Matthew:

So, what's next?

Deborah:

Not sure yet. I mean, maybe more school to get a real degree. Seems like nowadays a bachelors doesn't mean much. A professor told me a bachelors is like a high school diploma these days...so what did I just do with four, no, five years of my life? I don't know. I don't want to live my life doing the 9-5, you know, going to work, coming home, paying the bills, feeding the kids, the house, the car. It all seems so pointless. There must be something more, you know?

Matthew:

Yeah, I know what you mean.

Deborah:

What do you want to do?

Matthew:

I don't know yet.

Deborah:

Work in the coffee shop?

Matthew:

Probably not.

(after a moment)

My parents want me to go into the family business, but I don't know. Thought about being a pilot once.

Deborah:

Really?

Matthew:

Yeah, took some lessons just had to finish the final before I got my initial license.

Deborah:

Can you fly?

Matthew:

Sort of. I'll take you up sometime, anywhere you want to go.

Deborah:

Anywhere? I've always wanted to go to Mexico.

Matthew:

Then, we'll go.

Deborah:

Right on! But seriously, you should just do what you love. That's what everyone says, do what you love.

Matthew:

Yeah, what do you love?

(She looks at him, smiles.)

Deborah:

Dancing, yeah. I love it. Unfortunately, according to my parents, you can't make money at that. But, I don't know, I just...when I dance, I feel free. Guess that's why I love it.

(Silence.)

So, where are we going?

Matthew:

Almost there, just a little climb.

(They walk hand in hand down stage left, there can be a small boulder big enough for them to stand on together to show overlook.)

Matthew:

This is what I wanted to show you.

Deborah:

(staring, transfixed.)

Its so beautiful.

Matthew:

Right?

(They stare together in silence, song plays softly.)

Deborah:

Thank you, for bringing me here.

(She turns to him and he to her. They look into each others eyes for a moment, then slowly, awkwardly lean in, and kiss.)

I think this is the start of a very special relationship.

(They kiss again, lights fade.)

Deborah:

(in blackout)

Once upon a time we all walked on the golden road. It was a fair highway, through the Land of Lost Delight; shadow and sunshine were blessedly mingled, and every turn and dip revealed a fresh charm and a new loveliness to eager hearts and unspoiled eyes.

Act Two, Scene Three

The bar scene, down stage right, Deborah and Matthew enter hand in hand, crossing up to table and chairs where James, Shaggy, Ray, Thomas sit with drinks. They are enthralled in a game of Go. As the two approach, they look up and all yell: Matthew.)

Matthew:

Hey, guys. This is Deborah. Deborah, this is

(gesturing to each)

Shaggy, Ray, Thomas, and James.

(All nod, Deborah looks at James. One beat.)

Deborah:

Hi.

James:

Hello.

(Matthew sits in chair down stage left, next to Shaggy. He takes Deborah onto his lap. Jame sits directly across from them, Thomas and Ray are next to each other, facing audience.)

Matthew:

(to Deborah)

So, Thomas, you know. And, he and this girl, Maggie, they used to be together, but not now. And, Thomas just converted to mormonism, so that's even weirder because we think he and Ray...He tried to get Maggie to convert, then Ray before...I mean, so yeah, just weird all around.  You know? And, that's Shaggy.

Deborah:

Shaggy? Strange name.

Shaggy:

(overhearing)

That's not my real name.

Matthew:

After the Scooby Doo character, looks like him.

Deborah:

What's your real name?

Shaggy:

Not Shaggy.

Deborah:

Mysterious. So, what are you guys playing?

James:

Go.

Deborah:

What? I just got here--

Matthew:

No, its the name of the game, Go.

Deborah:

  How do you play?

Shaggy:

Not really hard.  Kind of like checkers, try to get your pieces to the other side of the board, capturing your opponents.  Wanna play next game?

Deborah:

Okay.

Thomas:

Seen you at the coffee shop, sometimes, Deborah.

Matthew:

Thomas works there too, sometimes.

Deborah:

I see. So, what's with the name, 'End of The Universe' Cafe? I like it but where'd that come from?

Ray:

42!

Matthew:

Sounds esoteric, right? But, ever heard of the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy series?

Deborah:

Just reading it, right now.

Matthew:

Yeah well, you'll see, based on that.

Shaggy:

You know, there is documented evidence that says Adams reasoning for Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy and further books were proof of the Illumati's power and influence in earth's impending destruction.

Ray:

Yeah, like 42?

Matthew:

(whispering to Deborah)

He's kind of crazy, that one.

(to the group)

Hey, Deborah, what does Ray remind you of?

Deborah:

(looking at him, they all stop and watch her amusedly)

I...don't...know.

(Ray has on a snowcap, pointed upwards, red nose, long face)

Matthew:

Give you a hint, lawn gnome?

Deborah:

Oh my god, yeah.

(They all laugh.)

Ray:

King of the lawn gnomes, they call me!

James:

That true, Shaggy? About Hitchhiker's?

Shaggy:

Oh yeah, man. There is tons of documented evidence on the internet about the Illumati's hunger for power and how they infiltrate all sorts of different media, art, what have you to influence and exercise their control. I'll show you sometime.

(finishing drink and getting up)

Matthew, you guys want something?

Matthew:

(bringing out wallet and handing some money)

Two guinesses? That all right?

Deborah:

Yeah sure, thanks.

Thomas:

I'll come too.

(Thomas and Shaggy exit upstage right, Deborah and Matthew kiss.)

Matthew:

(takes off fedora and places it on her head.)

Here. Looks good, why does everyone look better in my hat than I do?

(They kiss, James studies them.)

James:

Are you guys being cute?

Deborah:

(looks at James, unafraid)

Do you think we are being cute?

(James blushes, and nods, their eyes meet, Deborah looks at Matthew, then back at James, one beat.)

So, who are you, James?

James:

I am me.

Deborah:

What do you do?

James:

This and that.

Deborah:

Oh, I see, another mystery man.

James:

Computer programmer, sometimes. You?

Deborah:

Trying to figure that out, I guess. Just finished college, joining the ranks of the real world. Guess this is it?

(gestures all around, Thomas and Shaggy return with drinks.)

Thomas:

Real world? You could try...church?

Matthew:

Church?

(smirks)

Deborah:

Eh, no thanks, Thomas, I'm okay.

Thomas:

Well, if you change your mind--

Ray:

Cut it out, Ray.

Thomas:

Well,I...Don't worry, I'm not one of those Christians, I think, anyways.  Sorry, Deborah, I didn't mean--

Deborah:

Its okay, really.  We're all just trying to figure things out, the meaning of life--

Ray:

42.  The answer to life, the universe, and everything.

Deborah:

Something like that, yeah.

James:

I used to go to church, when I was a kid.

Deborah:

Yeah? What happened?

James:

Hypocricy, that's what happened. So, if Thomas can't convert you, then maybe, we will?

Deborah:

Excuse me?

(looks at James, then Matthew)

Maybe. Just maybe.

(thinks, looks at drink)

You know, never actually had guiness.

Shaggy:

Where have you been?

James:

Well, then I guess your indoctrination starts with this?

Deborah:

Huh, what? It's not like I'm a stranger to alcohol..

Matthew:

Not guiness. Come on, drink.

All chant:

Drink, drink, drink.

(Deborah takes a drink)

One of us, one of us, one of us.

Thomas:

(after a moment)

Crap, Maggie's here.

Ray:

Shit!

(drains drink.)

We got to get out of here!

(Thomas and Ray get up.)

Shaggy:

I'm with you.  I don't want to deal with her.

(He drains drink, James gets up too.)

James:

You comin with, Matt?

(Matt looks from James to Deborah.)

Matthew:

Um, no.  I think it'll be fine.  I'll catch up with you guys later.  Where you going to be?

Shaggy:

I don't know, the usual.  Out haunting! See ya.

(Thomas, Ray, James, and Shaggy exit.)

Deborah:

So, what's wrong with Maggie?

Matthew: Eh, she's...all right.  Just awkward because she and Thomas...you know, like I said.


(Maggie enters and crosses to Matthew and Deborah.)

Maggie:

You seen Thomas around?

Deborah:

Um?

Matthew:

You know, he left awhile ago.

Maggie:

Know where he went?

Matthew:

Couldn't tell you that!

Maggie:

Oh, okay.

(She collapses into chair.)

Matthew:

Think we need another drink?

Deborah:

Sure.

Matthew:

You want anything, Maggie?

(Maggie shakes her head no. Matthew gets up and exits.)

Maggie:

So, you guys are?

Deborah:

Yeah, I guess we are.  We just met, really.

Maggie:

Oh, I see.

Deborah:

You okay?

Maggie:

Not really, actually.

Deborah:

Sorry.

Maggie:

Not your fault. Just confused is all.  But, that's life, I guess.

Deborah:

You love him?

Maggie:

Not sure, really.  What is love, after all? Two people coming together...my mother always tells me, "Maggie, sometimes you fall in love at first sight, sometimes it takes awhile."

Deborah:

Smart lady.

Maggie:

So, what do you do?

Deborah:

Teach, sort of.  Well, day care.

Maggie:

But, what do you really want to do?

Deborah:

Um, dance, I guess.  You?

Maggie:

I love dancing. We should go out sometime.

Deborah:

Maybe I could teach you a few things!

(Lights fade. The boys are seen drunkenly by the donkey,mime laughter, mirth while "feeding donkey", when they finish, lights fade and in darkness we hear Deborah.)

Deborah:

On that road we heard the song of morning stars; we drank in fragrances aerial and sweet as a May mist; we were rich in gossamer fancies and iris hopes; our hearts sought and found the boon of dreams; the years waited beyond and they were very fair; life was a rose-lipped comrade with purple flowers dripping from her fingers.