Contest

A few weeks ago, a friend told me about an international radio playwriting competition. The contest started last autumn and it's open until march 31st. After hazardous confrontations with myself i said why not, let's try and write 50-60 pages of pure scenic acts. I can do that. I see it like an exercise. What you'll about yo read next are the first three pages.

ACT ONE

SCENE 1

A room with a bed next to the wall with a big window. Puddle and Mud are sleeping. Max is next to the window.

SFX: The sound of someone trying to press the latch several times and then the blanket trembling.

MUD (under the blanket): There's somebody at the door… Puddle.
PUDDLE(half asleep) : It's just the dog. Dad's taking him out. Bet it's 6:30.
MUD: What if it's your dad ? Or maybe the dog opens the door and your dad comes and
get him… and see us ?
PUDDLE: He never enters my room. You know that. But if… just stay under and I'll cover
you. Like always. Let's just sleep for a little while.

SFX: dog barking. Puddle moans.

PUDDLE(excited): Hmm. Like it downstairs, uhh ?
MUD(kissing) : It's a doglife. Licking, biting, smelling.
PUDDLE (moaning): Hmmm. Driveling.
MUD(under the blanket): You're delicious.

SFX: dog barking and the sound of a chain leash
SFX: sound of a door closing, sound of a door gate closing.

PUDDLE: Dad's getting out. Get under.
MUD: I am under. The blanket is to small. My back is out. Hope he's not looking in..
PUDDLE: He is gone.(pause) He'll be back in a half hour.
MUD: You know what is the difference between a human
wedding and a dog one ?
PUDDLE(first thing in mind): They don't have a bachelor party ?
MUD:(theorizing) At a dog wedding everyone gets the bride but at a human wedding only the groom gets her.
PUDDLE: Then a dog wedding is a regular bachelor party. (pause) What about the one who gets stuck-in .. you know.. penis captivus..
MUD:(amused) I think that's when the bride made her choice.
PUDDLE: Do you think she made the right choice ?
MUD: Do you think you made the right choice ?
PUDDLE: Are you calling me a bitch ?
MUD: I'm kidding…(ouch)... I think she made the right choice even he's an ugly dirty small dog who hardly reaches her…
PUDDLE: There is no reason in love.
MUD. It's all about the instincts. (pause)

PUDDLE: Do you love me ? (sadly) I know you don't.
MUD: I'm irrational.
PUDDLE: So you do ?
MUD: I mean you're a wonderful person, smart, hot (tickles Puddle), very hot. Last month we made sex .., love, 32 times. And a month had only 30 days. You covered my body with yours, spent many hours together, wrote me phone messages in spanish telling me how great I made you feel last night, and that Spanish I understood. You helped me since I had a fight with my parents and most of all you help me with my writings. I have all my reasons.
PUDDLE: So you don't.
MUD: That's why I'm irrational.(hope) But in time…
PUDDLE: I don't know. You keep telling me this… but you're not able to hold my hand down the street, or to tell things about you; how you feel about certain things. You are not opened to me at all.
MUD: I'm open. Open as the eyes of a maki.
PUDDLE : All I want to do is be on your side and help you.
MUD: But you are doing that.
PUDDLE: Then, it is so hard to tell me you love me ?
MUD : I worship you. Rrrrrr.
PUDDLE: No. You don't. I think we should loose it for a while.
MUD: But I want you. I need you.
PUDDLE: But you don't love me.
MUD: Time will decide.
PUDDLE: You will decide, Mud. Hope you'll make it soon.
MUD: Do you love, me ?
PUDDLE (sigh): I could do it if you let me. Just let me. I don't want to end up like my parents, to see you go out with the dog every morning instead of being next to me, embraced, under the warm blanket. I'm not thinking of you as the person which I'll spend my days with, but I can't live like this, without hope. Between us there's no hope. Not like this.(pause) College will be over soon. What then ? You'll go home and forget me till autumn.
MUD: I won't go home. It's the last place I'd go. I'll find something, get a summer job, find somewhere to stay, till autumn comes.
PUDDLE: I could speak with my parents to rent you a room.
MUD: Your room.
PUDDLE: In your dreams.
MUD: All my dreams are placed in this room.
PUDDLE: Let me guess. In all I appear naked..
MUD: Yeah..
PUDDLE (vicious):… a slave of lust and passion linked to your body..
MUD: Yeah..
PUDDLE : ..giving you waves of besos (kisses) making you sigh at every touch until you choke in pleasure.
MUD: Yeah.
PUDDLE: Not anymore.
MUD:(angry) Just because I can't say those two damn words.
PUDDLE : Just because you don't feel those two.
MUD : It's not that easy.
PUDDLE: Who said it would be ?
MUD: Why all these pressure, then.
PUDDLE: Who is pressing you ?
MUD: You, by making me say things I feel.
PUDDLE: And what's wrong in saying things you feel. At least to me.
MUD : Because I don't want to reason about how I feel. Telling you things makes me tell me things. Look, the fact that I'm here means that I wouldn't be anywhere else. Or with somebody else.
PUDDLE: Really ?
MUD: Absolutely.(pause)
PUDDLE: I guess it's a good start.
MUD: Come on. Let's do it right now. Before …ze germans come… I mean your father comes. (apologizing) Just remembered a movie line.
PUDDLE: No. These movie does not have a happy ending.
MUD: (persuasive) "End" me and I'll be happy.
PUDDLE: How selfish. Only thinking about yourself
MUD: Not at all. Yours will be a blockbuster. Like last night. Remember last night ?
PUDDLE: Hmmm. .. I can't.
MUD: Yes you can. You want to.
PUDDLE No, you want me to want.(pause) I want to stop. But I can't. Arghh.
MUD: Listen to your heart.
PUDDLE: Better listen to the others. My heart don't wants you like this. Why did you stopped ?
MUD: If your heart doesn't want me, then…
PUDDLE: Don't tell me you can't do it.
MUD: I can't do it.
PUDDLE: Why not ?
MUD: Because of your heart.
PUDDLE: What about my heart ?
MUD: If I cant hear her beating I can't do it.
PUDDLE: What do you want me to do ? Make to laps around the room ?
MUD: Not like that.
PUDDLE: Like what then ?
MUD: Like when your pupil are beating along her rhythm, and your gasp trembles your body.
PUDDLE: And when did you see that ?
MUD : Every time you wanted me.
PUDDLE: But look in my eyes now. There enormous.
MUD: But you're not gasping.
PUDDLE: So, I guess you don't want me then.
MUD: I guess we should skip prelude, your father is about to come back.

Ei

Ma distreaza colegii mei care spun ca Ibiza e in Italia si ma completeaza spunandu-mi "esti prost" . Ei vor intotdeauna note luate cu minim de efort in examene stiind ca ceea ce studiaza e doar in interesul profului si mai putin al lor. Bine, nu toti colegii mei se incadreaza aici. Sa-i vezi cum ii ia cu tremuratu cand aduc eu vreun comentariu la adresa unor profi. Se tem de sanctiunea socialista pe care proful o va da din cauza pertinentei mele si care ii implica si pe ei. Au impresia ca suntem in aceeasi oala dar eu unul nus nici un fel de mancare. Mi-am dat seama de asta tarziu. Pana la momentul schimbarii ii consideram de-a dreptul promitatori in ceea ce fac dar acuma parca nu mai am nici o speranta. Imi dau seama de altfel ca la fel ca mine au ajuns sa studieze ingineria din intamplare si din circumstante. La ultimul examen cand profa ma alinta spunandu-mi :''ai texte"... pregatite si nu se referea la fituici ci la modul meu de exprimare, altul striga : "asta are blog..., sa vedeti ce scrie pe-acolo". Ma rog. La un alt examen, la care trebuia sa completam spatiile cu raspunsul nostru, mi se parea ca , cuvantul "grefa" se potriveste in context, ca tot se vorbea de implanturi de par. Era un cuvant greu pentru ei, ca si tehnologiile medicale neinvazive. La un moment dat, ma intrebase retoric un coleg, ce fac robotii dentari, sug pula ? intrebare la care proful fiind in spatele lui nu stiu cum se incumetase sa nu-i raspunda. Nu sunt ei prosti. Nuuuu. Nu asta vreau sa spun. Ar fi ultimul lucru pe care l-as spune. Sunt doar dezinteresati; dezinteresati de multe, poate prea multe asa cum vad eu lucrurile. Dar important e cum vad ei lucrurile. O tigara, o cafea, lucrurile mici. N-avem nevoie sa ne gandim la ziua de maine. O avem pe cea de azi. Si de ce sa nu stam azi, linistiti, pe spate, ca doar si maine e o zi. Cercul vicios se va sfarsi odata, intr-un punct, ca doar si acel punct nu e decat o sfera desumflata. Asa ca, te rog, scoate supapa.

De dimineata

Cu cateva minute in urma m-am trezit. Din cauza viselor prelungisem actul pana la epuizare. Dar sa vezi ce vise. Am evadat, am luptat un razboi (vazusem recent All quiet on the western front) in transeu, pe urma m-am incurcat cu vreun malac si incepusem sa mi-o cam iau, cel putin la final, dupa ce-am alergat prin cartierele zalauane (cand alergam cineva apasa rewind) cativa insi ma asteptau deja cu degetele indreptate spre un van(camioneta). Unul dintre ei era un fost coleg de liceu de vreo 1,96 (ma intalnisem cu el saptamana trecuta intr-un club). Imi tremurau picioarele si deja simteam cutite ce mi se strecurau pe sub piele. Mi-am intrebat colegu ce e de vazut in masina. Zambind( cum zambesc cioclii ) mi-a spus ca am de desfacut un pachet, o cutie. Am sunat repede la 112 si am inceput sa enumar infractiunile care se comiteau impotriva libertatii mele, dar ca in filmele horror, vocea de dincolo nu ma lua in serios, asa ca am inchis telefonul si m-am trezit. Era singura cale. Intr-un alt vis care practic imi deschise apetitul pentru somn si care se desfasurase inainte de cel povestit mai sus facusem un transport cu ceva(nu mai tin minte) si urma sa-mi iasa leafa. Cel care trebuia sa ma plateasca era proful meu de SAD (la firma caruia imi facusem practica in vara). Dupa recalculari trebuia sa primim 150 Ron(bani de cred eu ca am nevoie pentru ochelari) ...
Cu toate astea am cam uitat ca dimineata aveam pregatire pentru un examen. Imi pare rau. Uit prea multe lately. Nu prea reusesc sa ma concentrez asupra unui singur lucru. Mintea-mi epateaza spre ceea ce imi doresc sa fiu. La nivel social exista un oarecare conflict de imagine ce ma priveste. Oamenii ma stiu asa cum nu mai sunt. Eu stiu ca nu fac ce trebuie. Eu si oamenii stim ca nefacand ce trebuie nu voi mai fi. Oamenii mai putin. Voi continua doar sa visez si sa visez ziua, noaptea cu ochii deschisi, inchisi pana....

Zeitgeist

Dupa ce-am vazut Zeitgeist Addendum m-am cutremurat putin, am simtit adrenalina cum ma rascoleste si brusc nevoia de a urla in jur. Vorbim cand vezi si tu filmul.

Pana cand ?

Va rog serviti putina varza, dar sa va spalati pe maini inainte. Nu vreau ca cineva sa-si bage mainile murdare in capul meu. Varza ?... E numai buna. E de anu trecut. Si e triviala. Hai ia si gusta... Ei ce ti-am spus eu ? Chiar crezi asta ? Nu.. Da-mi voie sa neg. Fata de aia din alti ani e... cum sa-ti spun, e altfel. Nu le poti compara asa cum nu poti compara doua vinuri din ani diferiti dar din aceeasi cultura. Ma intelegi ? Ma bucur. Dar mai mult decat bucuros, da-mi voie sa ma confesez, nu ca ai fi preot, mai mult decat de bucuros sunt trist. Da...haha, de aia e sarata varza. Nu mai rad la glume mai ales la cele care ma privesc , nu mai vorbesc fara sa fiu intrebat cum o faceam de alte ori. Tac. Tac de parca as fuma ultima tigara . Nu's fumator dar cred ca ei ma inteleg cel mai bine. Fumatorii. Da stiu, oamenii se mai schimba , dar e deranjant cand toti o observa mai putin tu. Nu tu. Eu. Eu ma schimb, m-am schimbat sau urmeaza... Ca tot am intrat in noul an. Multumesc de urare. Eu iti urez sanatate. Senzatia ? Cum as putea sa ti-o descriu ca sa te ajut sa empatizez ? S-ar putea sa doara. Ok, daca tu zici. Mai bine nu. Nu pot. Nu simt. Asta e nu simt nimic. S-au poate simt intru totul si sunt atat de sensibil incat am dezvoltat o pseudofrigiditate. Paradoxal, da, ca noi oamenii. Stii, oamenii mari sunt cei care au avut de suferit mult si multe. Oare cate mai am de suferit pana sa ajung mare ? Te intrebi si tu, nu ? Cred ca ne intrebam cu toti. Pana cand ? Eu zic pana azi.