Lodestar Quarterly

Lodestar Quarterly
Figure reaching for a star Issue 19 • Fall 2006 • Featured Writer • Drama

syzygy

Michael Griffo

Scene 7

BOBBY is at the kitchen table eating cereal and drinking a glass of orange juice for breakfast. There is a carton of orange juice on the table. Suddenly the SL door opens and a NAKED MAN enters. He's only wearing a baseball cap down low so you can hardly see his face. The man crosses to the kitchen area, nods to BOBBY, grabs a glass from somewhere in the kitchen area, goes to the table, pours some orange juice into his glass, drinks it all, puts the glass back down on the table and exits back through the SL door. Before BOBBY can say a word...

SFX: The phone rings.

BOBBY rushes to answer the phone.

BOBBY

Hello. Speaking. Oh. (SUDDENLY VERY INTRIGUED) Hi. No, I just didn't expect a call at this time with the time difference. Really? That's ... that's ... yes, "wonderful," that's the word I was searching for. "Surprise." That's another word that would work. Yes, you put them together and you have a wonderful surprise. That would be great. Yes, I will call, definitely. Thank you ...thank you very much.

BOBBY puts the phone down and is deep in thought as a wired ALEX enters from the UC door. He is coming down from another night of partying.

ALEX

Bobby!! Bobby booby, Bobby baby! Where ya going?

BOBBY

To work. Where the hell have you been? You have company, you know?

ALEX

Isn't he hot?

BOBBY

You left him here alone. You know that's against the rules.

ALEX

I had to get breakfast.

BOBBY

Unbelievable.

ALEX

I know. Hands down, he's the hottest guy I had all week.

BOBBY

Don't you need to get to work?

ALEX

No, no! It's my birthday, not a work day.

BOBBY

It's Friday, and Friday is a work day.

ALEX

That fucking sucks! Ooh, I bet they're gonna have cake for me at work. I love cake.

BOBBY

Maybe you should stay home. And make sure what's-his-name doesn't rob us blind.

ALEX

You just said I have to get to work. Now I should stay home? You can't keep changing your mind like that. Like some ... I need breakfast.

BOBBY

It's not breakfast! It's coke.

ALEX

Bobby! My Bobby bubbie!

BOBBY

I'm serious.

ALEX

And how many times have I told you a serious homo is a boring homo. (ALEX TAKES OUT A PACKET OF COCAINE AND POURS IT ONTO THE TABLE.)

BOBBY

Well I'm sorry if I bore you.

ALEX

It's the fourth greatest disappointment of our time. (ALEX TAKES OUT A STRAW FROM HIS PANTS POCKET.) Number one, there is no Santa Claus.

BOBBY

Stay home and get rid of him.

ALEX

Number two, nicotine is bad for you. (ALEX USES THE STRAW TO SEPARATE THE COKE INTO LINES.)

BOBBY

You can't go to work like this.

ALEX

Three. (ALEX SNORTS A LINE OF COKE.) Kristin shot J.R.

BOBBY

I can call in sick for you.

ALEX

And four (ALEX SNORTS ANOTHER LINE OF COKE) the discovery of the boring homo. (ALEX SNIFFS LOUDLY.) Voila! Good as new.

BOBBY

Until the coke starts to wear off.

Now ALEX is flying high. When he's like this he forgets to take breaths, he gets too close to BOBBY, and he's very touchy-feely.

ALEX

Don't fret your pretty white ass, boy! I have more at work. I am so excited about tonight. Let's have a drink to celebrate!

BOBBY

It's 8:30 in the morning.

ALEX

I know what time it is! Are you trying to comment? Are you commenting on something Bobby? Good. Cause I hate when you comment. I know what time it is. And I know this is way too early to drink, but it's my birthday, so that means it's a special day. My birthday is a fucking special day. Or did you somehow forget that, Bobby? Did you? Good. Because on special days you can do special things. So I humbly ask the powers that be, the powers who think they control everything, that would be you Bobby, if we could make an exception, just this one time. Can we?

BOBBY

(BEAT) Let's leave the celebration for tonight.

ALEX

Stop being so tidy. Let's unmake the bed Bobby and fuck around.

BOBBY

Someone's already in your bed. As usual.

ALEX starts to look around the apartment for his alcohol. BOBBY tries to control his fear.

ALEX

Where's my fucking alcohol?!

BOBBY

It's part of tonight's very elaborate surprise.

ALEX

"No alcohol" is one helluva surprise.

BOBBY

Yes it is. See ya.

BOBBY starts to leave, but ALEX runs to the door and stands in front of it.

ALEX

Wait a minute! You've got a secret! (ALEX STARTS TO TICKLE BOBBY.) Bobby Dean's got a secret.

BOBBY

I have to get to work.

ALEX

No! I want to hear your secret.

The lights shift and we're in a flashback. It's 1982 and ALEX and BOBBY are both 18 years old sitting in BOBBY's backyard the night of their high school graduation. BOBBY is holding a graduation cap that had been hidden on stage somewhere.

BOBBY

I don't have a secret.

ALEX

You can't lie to me. I know everything there is to know about you.

BOBBY

Do not.

ALEX

Your favorite colors are teal and taupe.

BOBBY

Anyone who went to the prom knows that?

ALEX

You got your first boner when Patrick Duffy emerged from the ocean in The Man From Atlantis.

BOBBY

My parents are right inside!

ALEX

Oh, they know.

BOBBY

Maybe ... but ...

ALEX

But what?

BOBBY

I'm a little drunk so you have to be a little serious.

ALEX

I am serious. I'm a salutatorian. From now on you must salute me.

BOBBY

(BEAT) What are we gonna do from now on?

ALEX

What do you mean?

BOBBY

You're off to Chicago, I'm going to Boston. From now on is gonna be different from right now.

ALEX

Geographically speaking, yes ... but the distance between two hearts can't be measured in miles.

BOBBY

Don't joke.

ALEX

I'm sorry.

BOBBY

You're my ...

ALEX

Are you trying to tell me that I'm your special guy?

BOBBY

I can tell you anything and you don't blink an eye.

ALEX

That's cause you never have anything really interesting to tell.

BOBBY

Oh, I'm not staying here ...

BOBBY tries to get up, but ALEX pulls him back down. ALEX puts his arm around BOBBY. It's intimate, but not a come-on.

ALEX

You do know that you're my favorite person in the world.

BOBBY

I am?

ALEX

Who else?

BOBBY

I don't know, I just thought ...

ALEX

Didn't we make a pact in kindergarten?

BOBBY nods.

ALEX (CONT'D)

Underneath the rainbow moon. And a rainbow pact can never be broken.

BOBBY

Never?

ALEX

Never. I don't know why you're getting so nervous, we're off to college where we'll meet other guys who made the same pact under the same rainbow moon.

BOBBY

You took the hit for me.

ALEX

What?

BOBBY

Dodge ball.

ALEX

(BEAT) Oh God! From now on I'm gonna call you Memory Man.

BOBBY

I could never dodge the ball. If it weren't for you, I'd still be getting whacked in the face.

ALEX
(LAUGHING, THEN POINTING TO THE SKY)

Will you look at that?

BOBBY

What?

ALEX

Right up there, can't you see it?

BOBBY

What are you looking at?

ALEX

It's the rainbow moon ya jerk. Let's make another pact right here and right now.

ALEX takes BOBBY's hand and looks up at the sky. BOBBY looks at ALEX.

ALEX (CONT'D)

I swear underneath the light of the rainbow moon that I, Alex McFadden, will always be the best friend of you (ALEX LOOKS AT BOBBY) Bobby Dean Biazzo, through rainbow times and black and white, during bad hair days and the times when we get the gel to make our hair look really, really good, through happy, sad, depressed, joyful ...

BOBBY

If it weren't for you I'd still be stuck to the floor.

ALEX

And if it weren't for you I'd be dodging balls all by myself.

BOBBY

To the future.

ALEX

To our future.

The boys hug and the lights shift again to bring us back to the present day. When the lights go back to normal, BOBBY and ALEX are standing apart.

BOBBY

I have to go.

ALEX

Always rushing ... rushing, rushing, rushing off to ... somewhere stable.

BOBBY

Happy Birthday, Alex.

ALEX

To the future.

BOBBY

To our future.

BLACKOUT

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Michael Griffo's plays include No More Sundays, winner of the New Jersey Perry Award, and Two/Pieces. His ten-minute plays include "Cloudy" and "5G/10B," both to be published in winter 2007 in The Best Ten-Minute Plays 2005 (Smith & Kraus). Mr. Griffo graduated from New York University and studied at Playwrights Horizons and Gotham Writers Workshop. He is represented by ICM (bthomas@icmtalent.com) for theatre and The Evan Marshall Agency (evanmarshall@thenovelist.com) for literature. Contact Michael at michaelgriffo@hotmail.com.

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