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\cGO FORTH AND WAIT: A play in one scene
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\cWritten by Jason Scott.
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Characters:
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DAVE: The hero of the scene. Your absolute, everyday teenager with a
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tolerance for the events around him.
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DIANE: Dave's sister. A complete airhead, and the darling of the family.
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MOM: Their Mother. Adores Diane, ignores Dave. Voice is constantly perky.
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DAD: Their Father. Loves mom, immerses himself in the event of life.
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EDDIE: Dave's best friend. Best described as an evil version of Eddie on
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"Leave it to beaver".
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Props Needed:
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Couch
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Table
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A few chairs
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Television Set
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A pair of sneakers (old).
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Door
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Fishtank
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Garbage can (large)
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Technical Notes:
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Jeremy, in his typical pessimism, has doubts about some of the more
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interesting effects I ask for in this play. The horse sound effect should not
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be a problem. It should be a lound whinny. Someone should have it on tape, or
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if pressed, I can get my hands on it. I have it lying around here.
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The shoes are another matter. I can only come up with a few ideas. One would
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be for someone to throw them from the lighting cage, but this would make them
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arc, unless the person threw it almost straight up, losing aim. Another idea
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would be to have a platform hooked by a hinge just above the stage, tied by a
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string. All the person would have to do is cut the string or otherwise release
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tension to the platfor and let at fall straight to the wall. But you would need
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one for each shoe. Any other ideas are welcome.
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If you can't find a fishtank, then you could always paint it onto the back
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wall. The idea is there, even if it's diminished.
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SCENE OPENS
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[Dave is doing his homework on the dining room table. Diane is lying on the
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couch, watching the fishtank. All is quiet for a very slight pause. A sneaker,
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dropped from above the view of the audience, falls onto the stage.]
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DAVE: (Looks up, and watches Diane for a second. His eyebrow raises, then he
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speaks.) Uh, Diane?
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DIANE: Mm, yes?
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DAVE: You're watching the fishtank. (Looks back down again.)
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DIANE: (Squeak) Oh. (Turns herself around on the couch and starts watching
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the TV on her stomach.)
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[MOM comes in, stage left. She strikes a Mrs. Brady Happy pose.]
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DAVE: (Looks up, and starts to raise his right hand, pointing.) Ah, Mom..
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[It's too late. She walks over near her beloved Diane and clasps her hands.]
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MOM: And how's my favorite little darling?
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DIANE: (Still watching TV) Condusive, ma.
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MOM: That's Wonderful, dear!
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[She then walks out through stage left, ignoring Dave.]
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DAVE: [Still with his hand up on its elbow, still pointing up.] Ochtch.
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[Suddenly, there's a knock on the door. It opens. It's DAD in his business
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suit. And is HE happy. Dave looks up. Diane continues to watch TV.]
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DAD: Honey, I'm concious! [Takes off his hat and throws it into the garbage.]
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[Mom comes running in. Her arms are turned up so her loose fists are facing
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Dad. She twists as she walks.]
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MOM: Hi, Dear!
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DAD: (Arms outstetched, he drops the briefcase) Aloha!
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[Convoluted Muffle kiss. Improvisation time. Actors can be as exaggerated as
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they please.]
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[They turn to Diane. Dave by this time has looked back down at his homework,
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and is thinking about a problem.]
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MOM AND DAD: Hello, Daughter!
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DIANE: (Turns to them, sits up on couch) Hello, Parents!
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[Diane gets up. All three hug. Dave starts writing again.]
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PAUSE
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[They break apart.]
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DAD: Do you know what today is?
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DIANE: I have a concept. It's my genesis anniversary!
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DAD: Right! And your gifts are waiting outside!
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[Dave is slightly interested. He looks up now.]
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DIANE: Really? Wow! [She runs to the door. Dad and Mom look at each other and
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smile. She clasps her hands.] Oh wow! A Shetland pony and a new
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Porche!
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HORSE SOUND EFFECT.
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[Diane runs out the door. Dad and Mom walk out after her. Dave stands up and
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walks to the middle of the stage. He's slightly pertrubed.]
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DIANE: (Offstage) Wow! This is rad!
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HORSE SOUND EFFECT.
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DAVE: (Looks to audience) Does this happen to you? For MY birthday, they gave
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me a lava lamp. Sibling rivaly is a cruel thing, but sibling
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anhilation is another thing altoghether. (pause) It's Miller time.
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[Eddie appears at the window.]
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EDDIE: Hi, Dave!
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DAVE: Hi, Eddie.
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[Eddie climbs in through the window. He walks over to Dave.]
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EDDIE: (Gesturing towards window) Yer windows have no glass.
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DAVE: Whatever.
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EDDIE: Yeah. Hey, your sister got a shetland pony.
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DAVE: I'm well aware of that, Eddie. I'm not particuarly happy about it.
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EDDIE: Why? It's great.
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DAVE: Not if you had gotten a waste of a present for YOUR birthday. This is
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sick. (Starts looking up.)
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EDDIE: What're you doing?
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DAVE: I'm just waiting for the other shoe to drop.
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[The other shoe falls from above the audience's view. Dad opens the door and
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looks inside.]
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DAD: Hey, son....
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DAVE: (Looks down and back at him.) Jes?
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DAD: Mind if we clear out your private clubhouse for a stable? The garage's
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ceiling is too low.
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DAVE: (Puts his hands on his hips and says sarcastically) No. I think that's
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just dandy.
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DAD: Thanks. (Puts his head back in, closes the door.)
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DAVE: See what I mean?
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EDDIE: Yeah. But look at the bright side.
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DAVE: What bright side?
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EDDIE: The skit's over.
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LIGHTS OUT
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