[Two actors are sitting as if on a toilet. Both are reading newspapers, or objecting work newspapers.]
ACTOR 1
Dad, the sports section is looking kind of bleak for today's game. Also, I just pooped.
ACTOR 2
Well, that's the problem with hard contact games. And why we're never going to play again.
ACTOR 1
Yup. Never again. NURSE!!!
[Two nurses walk in and wheel the actors off.]
[This joke is mores about CTE and the NFL and activities that encourage people to harm one another for the sake of entertainment.]
INSPIRATION: Bounce
Date: 9/3/20
[Lights UP]
[Two actors are taking turns hop scotching across the stage. However]
Actor #1: one, two, three, four, six, nine, eight.
Actor #2: two, two, nine, four, seven, eight three
Actor 3#: Take that ants!
[BLACKOUT]
DATE: 8/30/20
INSPIRATION: Enterprise
You wake up.
Burning beans bring you to the kitchen.
You're doing your best.
One step, two step, stumble, then look.
Your phone has a notification.
Or maybe it doesn't. Maybe there's something in it that helps with the feeling you can't feel but know exists.
It's there and it hurts and it solves and it soothes but at the same time you wish it wasn't there.
Now you're at your computer.
Or maybe you aren't. Maybe that to do list that last night inspired sits in the bottom of your dreams and it's hard to scrounge up in all of this.
It makes you hurt
You want to be Donald Glover.
But there's an ache and it probably steps from wanting to be Donald Glover and it hurts and it helps.
Now you're on your phone.
Maybe a couple words sit before you.
Maybe you've been focused.
Maybe you haven't.
That's okay.
It's okay.
There's nothing to prove.
Nothing to do.
You do this because it helps. It hurts, it helps, and on the best of days gives you a feeling of lightness and soaring that's reserved for planes and superheroes.
Please be kind.
To others.
But especially yourself.
DATE: 8/30/20
INSPIRATION: REJECT
[LIGHTS UP]
[We see three people dressed up to be conventionally attractive. Maybe they're wearing hipster type clothing. Cheerleader or jock. Honestly, it really doesn't matter, just suggest they're fucking cool and the envy of everyone.
Person #1: Yeah, I'm just like the biggest loser ever.
Person #2: Yeah, me too. Literally get turned down everyday.
Person #3: Yup. I suck.....all of you still had consensual sex with somone last night though, right?
Person #1: Yup.
Person #2: Yup.
Person 3#: Oh my god, we SUCK AND are SUPER UNLOVABLE.
[The Three make an ecstatic noise or if they have a frat bro look maybe they hug, or smash red cups, or something.]
[BLACKOUT]
DATE: 8/30/20 (but for 8/28/30)
INSPIRATION: Package
[Sound effect, knock on door.]
[LIGHTS UP]
{We see three people dressed in choral attire and, the EX, standing at the door.
The EX: Errr....can I help yo?
[One Choir member hands a letter over.]
The EX: [READING] This....is a singing telegram....from the person you dumped yesterday....
CHOIR: Fuck you! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU!!!!
[This Choir line is sung one at a time, with each successive member going up a major third.]
[BLACKOUT]
INSPIRATION: Island
CAST
ACTOR 1
ACTOR 2
[Two actors look like they're rowing a boat]
ACTOR 1 KEEP ROWING! KEEP ROWING! We're so close! I will not DIE OUT HERE!
ACTOR 2 We! Will! Not! Die! In! The! Ocean! ACTOR 1 YES! KEEP ROWING! OUR HEARTS WILL GIVE OUT SOON. [BLACKOUT]
INSPIRATION: BUTTOCKS CAST
ACTOR 1
ACTOR 2
[Two actors are sitting as if on a toilet. Both are reading newspapers, or objecting work newspapers.]
ACTOR 1
Dad, the sports section is looking kind of bleak for today's game. Also, I just pooped.
ACTOR 2
Well, that's the problem with hard contact games. And why we're never going to play again.
ACTOR 1
Yup. Never again. NURSE!!! [Two nurses walk in and wheel the actors off.] [This joke is mores about CTE and the NFL and activities that encourage people to harm one another for the sake of entertainment.]
INSPIRATION: Bounce Date: 9/3/20 [Lights UP] [Two actors are taking turns hop scotching across the stage. However] Actor #1: one, two, three, four, six, nine, eight. Actor #2: two, two, nine, four, seven, eight three Actor 3#: Take that ants! [BLACKOUT]
DATE: 8/30/20 INSPIRATION: Enterprise You wake up. Burning beans bring you to the kitchen. You're doing your best. One step, two step, stumble, then look. Your phone has a notification. Or maybe it doesn't. Maybe there's something in it that helps with the feeling you can't feel but know exists. It's there and it hurts and it solves and it soothes but at the same time you wish it wasn't there. Now you're at your computer. Or maybe you aren't. Maybe that to do list that last night inspired sits in the bottom of your dreams and it's hard to scrounge up in all of this. It makes you hurt You want to be Donald Glover. But there's an ache and it probably steps from wanting to be Donald Glover and it hurts and it helps. Now you're on your phone. Maybe a couple words sit before you. Maybe you've been focused. Maybe you haven't. That's okay. It's okay. There's nothing to prove. Nothing to do. You do this because it helps. It hurts, it helps, and on the best of days gives you a feeling of lightness and soaring that's reserved for planes and superheroes. Please be kind. To others. But especially yourself.
DATE: 8/30/20 INSPIRATION: REJECT [LIGHTS UP] [We see three people dressed up to be conventionally attractive. Maybe they're wearing hipster type clothing. Cheerleader or jock. Honestly, it really doesn't matter, just suggest they're fucking cool and the envy of everyone. Person #1: Yeah, I'm just like the biggest loser ever. Person #2: Yeah, me too. Literally get turned down everyday. Person #3: Yup. I suck.....all of you still had consensual sex with somone last night though, right? Person #1: Yup. Person #2: Yup. Person 3#: Oh my god, we SUCK AND are SUPER UNLOVABLE. [The Three make an ecstatic noise or if they have a frat bro look maybe they hug, or smash red cups, or something.] [BLACKOUT]
DATE: 8/30/20 (but for 8/28/30) INSPIRATION: Package [Sound effect, knock on door.] [LIGHTS UP] {We see three people dressed in choral attire and, the EX, standing at the door. The EX: Errr....can I help yo?
[One Choir member hands a letter over.] The EX: [READING] This....is a singing telegram....from the person you dumped yesterday.... CHOIR: Fuck you! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU!!!! [This Choir line is sung one at a time, with each successive member going up a major third.] [BLACKOUT]