-Director and Assistant Director come on stage to give speech.-
*JAMES and VIRGINIA walk on stage taking a seat at the bar with bartender already there. Giggling and glances taken between the trio, however, EDWARD keeps professional as he is in front of him. Shortly after the happy scene unfolds he walks to pace sequence 0. This sets the stage for the unfolding. VIRGINIA and EDWARD having a greater conversation now that JAMES has left. JAMES watches from pace 0.*
JAMES: *At Pace 0* Things were so beautiful in the beginning, as I was absolutely addicted to the idea of her. The first time we met, I had my doubts, as her reputation was not one to laugh at. Word on the streets said that she didn't stick to one man for long. But, eventually, these thoughts were pushed away as she was the most beautiful being I'd ever laid eyes on. Instantly I had realized this is the women I had to marry. No questions asked.
VIRGINIA: *To Pace 0* He had ignored everything and anything the others would say. I would describe him much like a child who was just introduced to candy for the first time. Our relationship was innocent in nature. I'd never had the gift of being there for my personality, most of the time it was just me as an object. I really took this to heart. He was the only one I needed by my side. My dream came true when he finally married me. *Blackout, spotlight on the couple. Exchanging of rings. "Till death do us part"* And finally, I became his, and only his. That's what I thought at least.
VIRGINIA: Pace 1 (Beat) *Step Stage Right* Only a couple months later I had begun to notice a drift. Like he no longer felt our first spark. I would always try to catch him staring at me from afar like he used to. But he wasn't there to lock eyes with. This made me so mad. We had just married and I was already losing him to something else.
JAMES: I had just been promoted at my job. Naturally, my attention was drawn towards that. When I told Virginia, it upset me that she wasn't as excited about it as I was. There wasn't much I could do about it, yes she was my everything, but my job found priority... As it was my livelihood and kept both of us alive. I hated what we seemed to become... especially so early in our marriage.
JAMES: Pace 2 (Beat) *Step Stage Right* Things with Virginia had become different. She started to stay out later, wearing questionable dresses you might say-
VIRGINIA: *Reaching out towards James* Say what?! Risky, of course, they were. I was willing to do anything for you, all you had to do was ask... I hated you not coming to me. *Turn away upset like*
JAMES: *voice raising, frustrated* How was I supposed to come to you when by the time I got home you were out? Not only were you out in those speakeasies of all places, but I had absolutely no clue who you were with, either. (Beats as argument comes to an end). The point is, things were definitely changing between us. It was strange, as both of us tried to make it better. Tried to make it work. But in reality, we were both at fault... But neither of us realized it at the time. We failed as a couple to remember this:
Together: It was not both of us against each other. It should have been us against the problem.
VIRGINIA: We both knew this and thought strongly of it. We still had our own secrets to keep from each other well we were apart. I still loved him, the man I married of course. Maybe I was having second thoughts for a little bit... but I just know he cares for me.
VIRGINIA: Pace 3 (Beat) *Step Stage Right* I had gone out shopping to try finding clothes that applied to his taste more. You know, like a fun spice to our time together. I had spent many nights by myself though. I became tired waiting for him all the time. I had found new friends this way. I would hardly call them that though. All we ever did was drink and visit bar after bar. My little secret tough.
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Kaazul Work: Poems/Scripts/Short Stories
RandomThese are a compilation of things I've personally writing that really do not fit in any of my other stories. Ranging from poetry to short plays all the way to short stories.