Act I Scene II
A floor above our previous exchange, at approximately the same time, a dialogue of another sort is occurring. Sebastian awaits Lowell, Joe, and Jerry, to discuss the evening’s itinerary. We begin with Sebastian waiting rather impatiently by his locker.
Sebastian: When are those three lugs gonna get their butts over here. Sheesh. He paces back and forth in front of his locker. It’s time to get a girlfriend; I’m so sick and tired of waiting for these stupid guys to get their big empty heads over here. That’s it. I’m going to ask her out. And I’m going to do it tomorrow; I’ll call her tonight, and tell her to meet me at the library to study for English. Haha! That’s perfect. And then I’ll ask her as she opens… hmm...either Shakespeare’s sonnet 116 or 128. Yes! That’s perfect. You’re so smart Sebastian! Muahaha!
Down the hall come Andrew and Joe.
Sebastian: Where have you two been?!
Joe: Who?
Jerry: Us?
Sebastian: No, the two goons behind you.
Joe and Jerry turn around.
Sebastian: Puts both hands on his head in aggravation. You two…
Joe: Who?
Jerry: Us?
Sebastian: Yes! You!
Joe: Oh.
Jerry: You should have just said so.
Sebastian: Shut up!
Joe and Jerry: Okay.
Sebastian: Jeez. Okay. Where’s Lowell?
Joe: Umm… haven’t seen him.
Jerry: Yeah, me neither.
Sebastian: What good are you then?
Joe: Umm…
Jerry: I…
Sebastian: Don’t answer that. What are we doing tonight?
Joe: Umm…
Jerry: We could go do something.
Sebastian: Why thank you Jerry. That was beyond insightful.
Jerry: I try.
Sebastian: Yes, I know you do. How about some pool at my house tonight?
Joe: Pool?
Sebastian: Yes…
Joe: Isn’t it a little cold for swimming?
Jerry: Yeah man. It’s almost dark out.
Sebastian: No you idiots. Pool, as in the table. As in, we play almost every Friday!
Joe: Oh, yeah, we knew that.
Jerry: Oh, I thought you were mixing it up a little bit. You know, trying to catch us off guard.
Joe: Yeah, off guard.
Sebastian: Looks at them with both awe and disgust.
Joe: Good going buddy. You tricked us good.
Jerry: Heh, you did.
Sebastian: Still speechless from the absolute stupidity of his company.
Joe: Umm… yeah, so pool… we can do that.
Jerry: Yeah, me too.
Joe: I just said you could?
Jerry: When?
Joe: Just now.
Jerry: When?
Sebastian: Shut up.
Joe and Jerry: In unison. Okay.
Jerry: Was it something I said?
Sebastian: Alright guys. My house at eight, okay?
Joe: For what?
Jerry: I’m confused.
Sebastian: How on earth do I put up with you?
Joe: Rather poorly. You need some patience.
Jerry: I’m still confused.
Joe: So wait, what’s at eight?
Sebastian: Pool!
Joe: Oh, right.
Jerry: But it’s going to be too dark to go swimming…
Sebastian and Jerry: In unison. Shut up!
Jerry: I was just joking guys.
Joe: Oh. Haha, you got me. Good going buddy.
Sebastian: Okay. He is obviously loosing his patience. You two can come to my house at eight o’clock p.m., in case there was any confusion, and we will shoot pool on my pool table. Is that understood?
Joe: Nodding very decisively.
Jerry: So wait… let me get this… He takes a minute to process while Joe and Sebastian just look on. I think I’m set.
Sebastian: So you know what’s going on?
Jerry: Yes.
Sebastian: Should I make you repeat everything I said?
Joe: I think you should, just to be sure.
Jerry: No, that’s okay. I don’t remember it all.
Sebastian: What the…
Jerry: I’m just kidding again. I’ll be there at eight with my bathing suit.
Joe: I think that’s as close as he’ll get.
Sebastian: Yes. Okay, Jerry. We’ll see you later then.
Jerry: Okay.
Joe: Okay buddies, I’ll see you later.
Sebastian: Good. But wait a minute. We need Lowell. To himself: I must get Lowell to come, or I’m going to lose my mind with these numbskulls. I’ll call him. We can’t play pool with out him.
Joe: Okay.
Jerry: I guess.
Sebastian: He dials Lowell on his cell phone. There’s no answer. I’ll leave a message. He’s not picking up.
Joe: Yeah, that’s a good idea.
Sebastian: Okay. He listens for the beep. Hey Lowell. I don’t know where you are. You didn’t show up to my locker with Joe and Jerry. We’re getting together at my house to play some cards tonight, so hopefully you’ll be there. We’re starting at eight, don’t be late. I’ll talk to you later.
Joe: Cards?
Jerry: I’m confused.
Sebastian: Lowell doesn’t like pool, so if I tell him we’re playing cards, he’ll come.
Joe: Oh.
Jerry: That’s not truthful.
Sebastian: Do you want him there?
Jerry: Yes.
Sebastian: Well, now he’ll be there.
Jerry: Okay.
Joe: Yeah, that’ll work.
Sebastian: Good. Now I’ll see you two later.
Joe: Yep.
Jerry: Okay.
Joe and Jerry both went back down the hall the same way they came.
Sebastian: I can’t tell those two blockheads my plans for tomorrow. Lowell, on the other hand, he’s a different story. He’ll make sure every detail is covered; he may even tell me what to say. This will be great. Nothing can keep this plan from going a-rye. Her heart will be mine.
The purpose for this is both for comic relief and to further the growing plot.
The other thing is, I've recieved several comments about people's names being used, and people being represented. This is a story. This is fiction. I may be using material that was actually used in real life, such as AIM, as it really speeds up the writing process... the conversation is already there. But let me tell you, I have no intentions of keeping the lives of real people intertwined in the story I am trying to produce. In fact, the names Jerry and Joe in this segment, although I know people named both Jerry and Joe, they do no represent these people in any way shape or form. I wanted to names that began with the same letter to form somewhat of a dynamic duo of comic relief, something that was often utilized in Shakespeare's plays. The plan is having them reappear once an act to keep the mood of everything upbeat.
Despite recent happenings in my life, this story is not meant in any way to reflect them. I've had this play in mind since... (looking at the last modified time in properties of the file 'the great play' on my hard drive') July of 2004. The bottom line is this; I am not a character in this play, and neither is anyone else you know.
To reply to the other comment, (I was going to just email you but I don't know if you're email is still down,) I could put it on a book website. I don't think it's that good, and I'd like to here what my friends think before even thinking about putting it on a site like that. I would probably give it to Dr. Mongeon to proof read before I put it on a site like that. However, if your intentions were to keep me from posting further parts of the story, just tell me and I'll stop. This is not made to make anyone uncomfortable. It's a preliminary screening to a no-name play. Tis all. I thank everyone who has commented thus far, and I hope this scene adds a bit of life to the play.
Have a good night all.
Sebastian: When are those three lugs gonna get their butts over here. Sheesh. He paces back and forth in front of his locker. It’s time to get a girlfriend; I’m so sick and tired of waiting for these stupid guys to get their big empty heads over here. That’s it. I’m going to ask her out. And I’m going to do it tomorrow; I’ll call her tonight, and tell her to meet me at the library to study for English. Haha! That’s perfect. And then I’ll ask her as she opens… hmm...either Shakespeare’s sonnet 116 or 128. Yes! That’s perfect. You’re so smart Sebastian! Muahaha!
Down the hall come Andrew and Joe.
Sebastian: Where have you two been?!
Joe: Who?
Jerry: Us?
Sebastian: No, the two goons behind you.
Joe and Jerry turn around.
Sebastian: Puts both hands on his head in aggravation. You two…
Joe: Who?
Jerry: Us?
Sebastian: Yes! You!
Joe: Oh.
Jerry: You should have just said so.
Sebastian: Shut up!
Joe and Jerry: Okay.
Sebastian: Jeez. Okay. Where’s Lowell?
Joe: Umm… haven’t seen him.
Jerry: Yeah, me neither.
Sebastian: What good are you then?
Joe: Umm…
Jerry: I…
Sebastian: Don’t answer that. What are we doing tonight?
Joe: Umm…
Jerry: We could go do something.
Sebastian: Why thank you Jerry. That was beyond insightful.
Jerry: I try.
Sebastian: Yes, I know you do. How about some pool at my house tonight?
Joe: Pool?
Sebastian: Yes…
Joe: Isn’t it a little cold for swimming?
Jerry: Yeah man. It’s almost dark out.
Sebastian: No you idiots. Pool, as in the table. As in, we play almost every Friday!
Joe: Oh, yeah, we knew that.
Jerry: Oh, I thought you were mixing it up a little bit. You know, trying to catch us off guard.
Joe: Yeah, off guard.
Sebastian: Looks at them with both awe and disgust.
Joe: Good going buddy. You tricked us good.
Jerry: Heh, you did.
Sebastian: Still speechless from the absolute stupidity of his company.
Joe: Umm… yeah, so pool… we can do that.
Jerry: Yeah, me too.
Joe: I just said you could?
Jerry: When?
Joe: Just now.
Jerry: When?
Sebastian: Shut up.
Joe and Jerry: In unison. Okay.
Jerry: Was it something I said?
Sebastian: Alright guys. My house at eight, okay?
Joe: For what?
Jerry: I’m confused.
Sebastian: How on earth do I put up with you?
Joe: Rather poorly. You need some patience.
Jerry: I’m still confused.
Joe: So wait, what’s at eight?
Sebastian: Pool!
Joe: Oh, right.
Jerry: But it’s going to be too dark to go swimming…
Sebastian and Jerry: In unison. Shut up!
Jerry: I was just joking guys.
Joe: Oh. Haha, you got me. Good going buddy.
Sebastian: Okay. He is obviously loosing his patience. You two can come to my house at eight o’clock p.m., in case there was any confusion, and we will shoot pool on my pool table. Is that understood?
Joe: Nodding very decisively.
Jerry: So wait… let me get this… He takes a minute to process while Joe and Sebastian just look on. I think I’m set.
Sebastian: So you know what’s going on?
Jerry: Yes.
Sebastian: Should I make you repeat everything I said?
Joe: I think you should, just to be sure.
Jerry: No, that’s okay. I don’t remember it all.
Sebastian: What the…
Jerry: I’m just kidding again. I’ll be there at eight with my bathing suit.
Joe: I think that’s as close as he’ll get.
Sebastian: Yes. Okay, Jerry. We’ll see you later then.
Jerry: Okay.
Joe: Okay buddies, I’ll see you later.
Sebastian: Good. But wait a minute. We need Lowell. To himself: I must get Lowell to come, or I’m going to lose my mind with these numbskulls. I’ll call him. We can’t play pool with out him.
Joe: Okay.
Jerry: I guess.
Sebastian: He dials Lowell on his cell phone. There’s no answer. I’ll leave a message. He’s not picking up.
Joe: Yeah, that’s a good idea.
Sebastian: Okay. He listens for the beep. Hey Lowell. I don’t know where you are. You didn’t show up to my locker with Joe and Jerry. We’re getting together at my house to play some cards tonight, so hopefully you’ll be there. We’re starting at eight, don’t be late. I’ll talk to you later.
Joe: Cards?
Jerry: I’m confused.
Sebastian: Lowell doesn’t like pool, so if I tell him we’re playing cards, he’ll come.
Joe: Oh.
Jerry: That’s not truthful.
Sebastian: Do you want him there?
Jerry: Yes.
Sebastian: Well, now he’ll be there.
Jerry: Okay.
Joe: Yeah, that’ll work.
Sebastian: Good. Now I’ll see you two later.
Joe: Yep.
Jerry: Okay.
Joe and Jerry both went back down the hall the same way they came.
Sebastian: I can’t tell those two blockheads my plans for tomorrow. Lowell, on the other hand, he’s a different story. He’ll make sure every detail is covered; he may even tell me what to say. This will be great. Nothing can keep this plan from going a-rye. Her heart will be mine.
The purpose for this is both for comic relief and to further the growing plot.
The other thing is, I've recieved several comments about people's names being used, and people being represented. This is a story. This is fiction. I may be using material that was actually used in real life, such as AIM, as it really speeds up the writing process... the conversation is already there. But let me tell you, I have no intentions of keeping the lives of real people intertwined in the story I am trying to produce. In fact, the names Jerry and Joe in this segment, although I know people named both Jerry and Joe, they do no represent these people in any way shape or form. I wanted to names that began with the same letter to form somewhat of a dynamic duo of comic relief, something that was often utilized in Shakespeare's plays. The plan is having them reappear once an act to keep the mood of everything upbeat.
Despite recent happenings in my life, this story is not meant in any way to reflect them. I've had this play in mind since... (looking at the last modified time in properties of the file 'the great play' on my hard drive') July of 2004. The bottom line is this; I am not a character in this play, and neither is anyone else you know.
To reply to the other comment, (I was going to just email you but I don't know if you're email is still down,) I could put it on a book website. I don't think it's that good, and I'd like to here what my friends think before even thinking about putting it on a site like that. I would probably give it to Dr. Mongeon to proof read before I put it on a site like that. However, if your intentions were to keep me from posting further parts of the story, just tell me and I'll stop. This is not made to make anyone uncomfortable. It's a preliminary screening to a no-name play. Tis all. I thank everyone who has commented thus far, and I hope this scene adds a bit of life to the play.
Have a good night all.