Act One.
He'll stand by the window of his room with Arthur, looking down at the mansion grounds. After a while, the stage goes dark around him, until it it's just him and the window.
PERRY
We're here. I don't know where here is, but we're settling in. Arthur brought everything we own, so there's almost nothing we need. Don't tell him, but I'm glad he always brings so much junk. It makes me feel safe. It makes me feel like no matter where we are, we're at home. All his stuff is all around me.
Buzz is here too. He looks better than he did the last time I saw him, but he's lost so much weight. That can't be good. If I were a good Jewish boy, I'd say a Misheberach for him, but I'm not. And I don't know where to find ten Jewish guys who would think it was okay to say a Misheberach for a gay man dying of AIDS.
We don't know if Gregory and Bobby will be coming, or maybe James. Buzz would probably be better if James came. They're the important ones. We're the important ones. I don't know how anyone else feels, but I wouldn't care if we never saw John or Ramon again. I hate John, and I hate Ramon. I hate the way he looks at everyone. At Bobby. At Arthur.
Arthur's calling me. Something about his lost socks.
He turns away from the window, perhaps saying, 'Arthur?', and is gone into the unlighted part of the stage.
PERRY
We're here. I don't know where here is, but we're settling in. Arthur brought everything we own, so there's almost nothing we need. Don't tell him, but I'm glad he always brings so much junk. It makes me feel safe. It makes me feel like no matter where we are, we're at home. All his stuff is all around me.
Buzz is here too. He looks better than he did the last time I saw him, but he's lost so much weight. That can't be good. If I were a good Jewish boy, I'd say a Misheberach for him, but I'm not. And I don't know where to find ten Jewish guys who would think it was okay to say a Misheberach for a gay man dying of AIDS.
We don't know if Gregory and Bobby will be coming, or maybe James. Buzz would probably be better if James came. They're the important ones. We're the important ones. I don't know how anyone else feels, but I wouldn't care if we never saw John or Ramon again. I hate John, and I hate Ramon. I hate the way he looks at everyone. At Bobby. At Arthur.
Arthur's calling me. Something about his lost socks.
He turns away from the window, perhaps saying, 'Arthur?', and is gone into the unlighted part of the stage.