B-Sides: Track SevenA Stage Play by Kevin Scene Seven of Eleven. "A twenty-seven year old despondent writer and a sixteen year old musician form a profound attachment to each other through their love of David Bowie."
TRACK SEVEN [Lights up on James, 27,
wearing a flannel shirt and black jeans. He is very handsome and clean cut. He
sits in a chair center stage, rolling a blunt. Josh storms in.] JAMES Josh, my man, how have you been? JOSH Where’s Clive? JAMES Dude. JOSH Where is he? JAMES S**t man, I don’t know. I haven’t seen him in
a couple weeks. What’s the matter? JOSH Don’t worry about it. JAMES Hey, if there’s something going on, I should
know about it. He’s my friend too. JOSH No, he’s not. He’s not your friend, okay?
He’s just some guy that you hang out with because he buys you drugs. That’s all
he is to you. JAMES Those are harsh words. JOSH He hasn’t tried to call you or get a hold of
you or anything? JAMES No. JOSH S**t. JAMES What the f**k, man? JOSH What the f**k what? JAMES You come in here, yelling at me; disturbing
my peace. It’s fucked up. JOSH You’d be surprised at how not sorry I am. JAMES What’s your problem? JOSH With you? JAMES Yeah. JOSH I don’t have the time. [He goes to leave] JAMES F**k you. JOSH Okay, my problem with you is that you never
grew up. You never actually left college, you just lazed around and did a bunch
of blow and now you’re trying to bring Clive down with you. JAMES I’m not trying to do anything; I’m just
trying to live my life. JOSH Then live it and leave Clive out of it. JAMES Hey, he came to me, like half a year ago.
Asked if I wanted to party. I hadn’t seen him in years so yeah, we hung. I
haven’t done anything. JOSH I don’t need to hear your life story. JAMES F**k you, man. You are such an a*****e. JOSH That’s great. JAMES You haven’t changed at all. JOSH I bet. JAMES You still wanna be everyone’s best friend and
you still wanna go out of your way to help the people who you think can’t help
themselves because you feel as though that makes you important and that it
makes you better than everyone else. It doesn’t. You’re still a complete
f**k-up. JOSH If Clive calls you, don’t pick up. Okay? Just
call me. JAMES Sure. JOSH Let me make this clear. If you don’t, and I
find out you’ve been hanging with him again, I will come over here and I will
kick your f*****g teeth in one by one. JAMES Empty threats. JOSH Good. That’s good, James, keep thinking that.
Go ahead and tell yourself that if you don’t do as I ask I won’t come over here
and make sure you spend the entire night swallowing your own blood. I’ll be
looking forward to it. You useless prick. [James gets up from the chair.] JAMES F**k you. [Josh gets in James’ face.] JOSH Sit down. Now. [James backs off and sits
back down.] JOSH You’re wrong, James. I have changed. I’m no
longer someone that you f**k with, understand? I expect to hear from you. [Josh leaves.] [The lights fade on James
and slowly rise on Mayya and Clive sitting on the park bench, asleep.] [Clive slowly wakes up.] CLIVE Oh, Jesus. Mayya. Mayya, wake up. [Mayya wakes up.] MAYYA What? Oh, we fell asleep. CLIVE Yeah. MAYYA It’s morning. CLIVE What time is it? [Mayya takes out her phone and checks it.] MAYYA Six thirty. CLIVE We should probably get home. Your mother must
be worried. MAYYA I doubt it. CLIVE Sarah’s probably worried sick. F**k, I said
some things I probably shouldn’t have last night. MAYYA Will you be able to fix things? CLIVE Probably not. But still, I need to show. [He gets up.] Come on, I’ll walk you home. MAYYA [Getting up] Hey, Clive. CLIVE Hey, Mayya. MAYYA Thank you for hanging out with me last night.
I don’t know what I would have done without you, just…just being able to talk
to someone, it really helps. CLIVE It’s nothing. I needed
someone to talk to as well, and I’m- [Mayya quickly leans in and
kisses Clive, wrapping her arms around him. Clive pushes her off.] CLIVE What the f**k? No. MAYYA I’m sorry. CLIVE Christ. Why did you do that? MAYYA I love you. CLIVE Don’t say that. MAYYA I love you, Clive. CLIVE No…don’t say that. MAYYA Why not? CLIVE Because you’re f*****g everything up. MAYYA I don’t understand what I’m doing- CLIVE No, of course you don’t, you’re a f*****g
child. MAYYA Clive. CLIVE Just…just don’t. Please, I need to…I’m gonna
go home. MAYYA Why are you acting like this? CLIVE I’m just…we should stop hanging out. MAYYA No. CLIVE It wasn’t a suggestion, it was a statement.
I’m not gonna see you anymore. MAYYA Because I tried to kiss you? CLIVE I have a girlfriend. MAYYA You hate her. CLIVE I love her. MAYYA That’s not what you say every time you come
to me to complain about her. CLIVE You’re sixteen. MAYYA Does it really make a difference? CLIVE Yes. MAYYA No, it doesn’t. We’re the same person, Clive.
Just because I’m not aged like some f*****g wine doesn’t mean we’re not right
for each other. CLIVE You not being able to see what’s wrong with
this is exactly the evidence I need to convince me that it’s fucked up. MAYYA So you’re just gonna walk away? CLIVE Yes. MAYYA And everything you said to me. You didn’t
mean any of it? CLIVE I meant all of it. MAYYA Why do I not believe you? I thought…I told
myself that you were special, that you were different from everyone else, but
you’re not. You’re exactly the same. This has happened to me before. Someone always comes around who thinks he’s
so f*****g smart, so f*****g…superior to me just because he’s older, and he
tells me how special I am. I know you. You’re just a guy who needs to find some
young, innocent girl to take under his wing, and pamper, and tell her
everything is going to be okay, just so he can feel better about himself. Just
so he can pat himself on the back because he’s helping some fucked up little
girl, and then when he’s done with her, he leaves, and what does she get out of
it? CLIVE At least you got an A. [Long pause] MAYYA This is you, isn’t it? This is who you really
are. Just a scared and resentful person. CLIVE It gets worse. MAYYA I don’t ever want to see you again. © 2013 Kevin
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