For your reading pleasure, a dialog between livejournal and myself in one act
SCENE: A busy street. PETER is walking down the street with a Sobe Adreniline Rush and his messenger bag. He spots LIVEJOURNAL, on the other side of the stage, busily walking from place to place, trying to see what everyone is doing.
PETER: Damn nosy Livejournal. I hope he doesn't see me.
PETER looks to the other side and quickly walks past LIVEJOURNAL. LIVEJOURNAL stops in his tracks, and before PETER can go offstage:
LIVEJOURNAL: Peter? Peter? Is that you.
PETER: (under his breath) Damnit. (turns around, normal voice) Hey, yeah, what's up man?
LIVEJOURNAL: Haven't talked to you in a while.
PETER: What are you talking about? I come visit nearly every day.
LIVEJOURNAL: Yeah, but you always wanna know how everyone else is doing. I haven't heard anything about you.
PETER: I guess that's true. It seems like all I do is talk to you about the next Miyagi show really. October 29th at the WT woodson coffeehouse if you were wondering.
LIVEJOURNAL: Yeah. So how've you been? You enjoying college?
PETER: Oh yeah, definitely. My playwrighting class is a lot of fun.
LIVEJOURNAL: Really?
PETER: Yeah.
There is an awkward silence. It is obvious that neither party wants to really be having this conversation.
PETER: You know, Livejournal, we've been through a lot.
LIVEJOURNAL: We certainly have.
Another awkward silence.
LIVEJOURNAL: So how's that new Senses Fail CD you got in the mail?
PETER: Oh man, it's great. It's awesome I really love it. I got a free button with it too.
LIVEJOURNAL: Awesome, that's cool.
PETER: Yup, it sure is.
LIVEJOURNAL: (beat) You never open up to me anymore Peter.
PETER: What are you talking about?
LIVEJOURNAL: Well, you used to tell me everything. The good times, the bad, and everything in between. What happened man?
PETER: I don't know. I guess I just got really bored with you.
LIVEJOURNAL: How can you say that? I can't believe you. You bastard.
PETER: Me, the bastard?
LIVEJOURNAL: Yeah, that's right. It's about time someone said it. I know that you've been cheating on me with Myspace and Thefacebook.
PETER: Those are just for the band and for school. I always come back to you, Livejournal.
LIVEJOURNAL: You bitch!
PETER: Fuck you, LIVEJOURNAL!!!!
LIVEJOURNAL slaps PETER in the face. PETER is incredulous, but he doesn't attempt to hit LIVEJOURNAL back.
PETER: We're through. You hear me. Through. Finished. Get out.
LIVEJOURNAL: Look, I'm sorry. I overreacted. Please. Forgive me.
PETER: Get out of my face.
LIVEJOURNAL: (begging) Peter, come on...
PETER: GET OUT! I NEVER WANT TO SEE YOU AGAIN!
Beat. PETER exits stage right.
LIVEJOURNAL: This isn't the end, Peter. You always come back. Everyone comes back.
LIVEJOURNAL drops to his knees, face in his hands, as the curtain closes. Blackout.
PETER: Damn nosy Livejournal. I hope he doesn't see me.
PETER looks to the other side and quickly walks past LIVEJOURNAL. LIVEJOURNAL stops in his tracks, and before PETER can go offstage:
LIVEJOURNAL: Peter? Peter? Is that you.
PETER: (under his breath) Damnit. (turns around, normal voice) Hey, yeah, what's up man?
LIVEJOURNAL: Haven't talked to you in a while.
PETER: What are you talking about? I come visit nearly every day.
LIVEJOURNAL: Yeah, but you always wanna know how everyone else is doing. I haven't heard anything about you.
PETER: I guess that's true. It seems like all I do is talk to you about the next Miyagi show really. October 29th at the WT woodson coffeehouse if you were wondering.
LIVEJOURNAL: Yeah. So how've you been? You enjoying college?
PETER: Oh yeah, definitely. My playwrighting class is a lot of fun.
LIVEJOURNAL: Really?
PETER: Yeah.
There is an awkward silence. It is obvious that neither party wants to really be having this conversation.
PETER: You know, Livejournal, we've been through a lot.
LIVEJOURNAL: We certainly have.
Another awkward silence.
LIVEJOURNAL: So how's that new Senses Fail CD you got in the mail?
PETER: Oh man, it's great. It's awesome I really love it. I got a free button with it too.
LIVEJOURNAL: Awesome, that's cool.
PETER: Yup, it sure is.
LIVEJOURNAL: (beat) You never open up to me anymore Peter.
PETER: What are you talking about?
LIVEJOURNAL: Well, you used to tell me everything. The good times, the bad, and everything in between. What happened man?
PETER: I don't know. I guess I just got really bored with you.
LIVEJOURNAL: How can you say that? I can't believe you. You bastard.
PETER: Me, the bastard?
LIVEJOURNAL: Yeah, that's right. It's about time someone said it. I know that you've been cheating on me with Myspace and Thefacebook.
PETER: Those are just for the band and for school. I always come back to you, Livejournal.
LIVEJOURNAL: You bitch!
PETER: Fuck you, LIVEJOURNAL!!!!
LIVEJOURNAL slaps PETER in the face. PETER is incredulous, but he doesn't attempt to hit LIVEJOURNAL back.
PETER: We're through. You hear me. Through. Finished. Get out.
LIVEJOURNAL: Look, I'm sorry. I overreacted. Please. Forgive me.
PETER: Get out of my face.
LIVEJOURNAL: (begging) Peter, come on...
PETER: GET OUT! I NEVER WANT TO SEE YOU AGAIN!
Beat. PETER exits stage right.
LIVEJOURNAL: This isn't the end, Peter. You always come back. Everyone comes back.
LIVEJOURNAL drops to his knees, face in his hands, as the curtain closes. Blackout.