Roads

Episode 1, Scene 1

Narrator: CHris is about to embark on a journey. Where he will find happiness, enlightenment and maturity. And it all starts here: (Chris and Doctor are sitting down on two chairs facing each other, centre stage) his doctor, a gentle man needed in the worst of situations. Cancer (the actors move to another position) is one of those aspects that changes (again) a single insignificant idiosyncrasy, into a complexity understood by few. Chris thought to himself that night ?(stage and props change dramatically to reveal a limited and minimalistic area. Centre stage: Chris sits alone) like anyone would. He thought of the good and ... bad times. After all, knowing that everything will potentially end in a mere year or so, is very daunting. (Chris stands and moves away from the chair he was sitting on and towards the audience) throughout his life he has been stressed by the littlest things. But know that he is bound by a eroding disease he didnt know what to do. His head spun and crumpled (Chris moves dizily. The narrator gets a chair and places it behind Chris who begins to fall.) he thought of the people he has lost, and those he wanted to be with again. He thought of his friends and wondered how they would react. WHo would look after him. He stood. Empty in his room. His possesions meant nothing to him now. All he had was his mind. Then he knew of his good friend. (Ray enters, Narrator exists)

Ray: Alright mate-... i know that look. That look, its not something good. I can tell.

Chris: (trying not to sound down) what if, just what if, i told you that... something, pretty bad-

Ray: On a scale of one to ten-

Chris: 8

Ray: so its not that bad.

Chris: no, that is pretty bad.

Ray: well not fatal

Chris:... i thought that was 7 (sarcastically)

Ray: no its 8.

Chris: (shouting) then whats 9?! (silence drifts into the stage)

Ray:... Chris... (Chris looks away)... its not bad is it?-

Chris: Yeah. Yeah its fucking bad.

Ray: What is-

Chris: Cancer.

Ray: Well, where-

Chris: I dont know, does it matter-

Ray: Hey! it matters to me. Fine, we dont have to talk about it.

(Silence)

Chris: You want to talk about it dont you-

Ray: Yeah. What are you going to do to?

Chris: (looks nervously at Ray) I'm going to see her.

Ray: (Exausted) Really. Really? Your gonna go see her?!

Chris: Yeah whats wrong with that?

Ray: Nothing. Well many things. Its just... are you sure your ready?

Chris: Of course im ready-

Ray: How? Go on tell me. How? Convince me that you know what your doing-

Chris: Every night i go to sleep, i see nothing but black, like dying and i think of her. Every day i wake up, i think of her. Every time i listen to a sad song. I think of her. Everytime i look in the mirror- its not her i see. I see a man- no... a waste of a man and an opportunity to find the delicate precious idiosyncracy of love wither away and descend into darkness, like my life. I will think of her until she falls into my arms or until i die. Weather its death or love i find first will only be determined by now hard and fast my heart beats, and those beats sing to the symphony of her, not for death. That, is how i know.

(silence. Chris looks away from Ray)

Ray: I'll give you time, to think about everything you need to do. Just think for a while about it yeah?

Chris: yeah... sure.

(Lights fade)