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The curtain only partly opens. Scene opens with a man sitting in a small room. There is clutter everywhere in the room; piles of books papers garbage. The man sits at his computer at his desk. He is online and chuckles as he reads. He is over Forty and overweight. He talks to himself as he sits. The audience can hear voices whispering in the background.
Man: so juicy, juicy, succulent, delectable little boys (He types as he speaks) what color swim trunks do you have? (Pause) That’s my favorite color! Really? (smiles) that’s what I like to do too! We are so similar. Almost the same person. Yeah, second grade is great. How is your class? (He licks his fingers free of cheeto resin) When can I see you? boys, boys boys boys you should be careful of crazy people? Oh shit! Not question mark. I mean- (he types) how old did you say you were again? 8 is a perfect age! BRB(He stands and goes to the kitchen to get more food. On his way back he trips on a chord and some lights turn off.)
The second part of the curtain opens to the director the assistant and the film crew.
Ms. McNan: (To Falco her assistant) Where did you get this man?
Falco: I-
Ms. McNan: Forget it- Robert; yes do stand please get off the floor. It was brought to my attention that you have never acted before which is unfortunate for me. However, I make things work, and this film is going to work if it ends up killing me which it most likely will it is going to work. Do I make myself clear?
Robert: Y-
Ms. McNan: Good. I would like you to try harder in this scene. Really you are after this boy that you are talking to over the internet. I need you to be more creepy about it. get into the mind of the forty-year-old-boy-stalker. Be that man. Let the whole essence of his being encompass you on your journey. Maybe you need to- I don’t know- watch some creepy old disgusting man sitting at his computer jacking off to talking to boys on line- to really understand how they operate. Do you understand this?
Robert is back at the desk trying to talk to the boy again
Ms.McNan: What in gods name are you doing?
Robert: I –I well, I really, I dono, I really like this boy, I don’t wanna umm well umm not be able to talk to him?
Ms.McNan stares at him with angry eyes. She looks as if she is about to explode
Ms.McNan: (under her breath) dear god Christ of all trades (louder) Who in Gods name do you think you are?
Falco: I think we might need a break-
Ms.McNan: Excellent idea. (Everyone scatters out of the space) Fuck get me a gin stat. That’s a ten minute break people nothing more nothing less. Report back on time this time I do NOT have time for dilly and dallious people in this production. Jesus why do I always work with such morons Falc? I mean I AM a respectable woman despite what everyone thinks about this past dispute or unpleasantness. Is it not my business to direct or carry my life in whatever direction need be? Will I be punished for this the rest of my days? Where is the good lord? Where is my damn drink? (Falco appears and hands her the drink she drinks it in one fall swoop, then waves her hand beckoning for another) I was born through the gates of heaven into this glorious profession. I will not be slandered or slithered upon like the great snakes of westingly. I will not give into the feather bed melons that they think upon me. I am the greatest living welcome anyone could ask of. (The second drink comes and she drinks it like the last one)