Mirage

Scene 2

The setting is SANTIAGO's car. SANTIAGO is wearing the same clothes as before, but not bloodied. SANTIAGO is on the phone with HECTOR, who is also on stage. HECTOR is at a party.)

SANTIAGO. Sup, Hector.

HECTOR. Santiago! You should be here at this party, man! Marissa is here and she's asking ALL about you.

SANTIAGO. (Laughs) Is she?

HECTOR. Hell yeah! Now that we're going on tour, she wants some of you!

SANTIAGO. I don't know, man. I don't want a girl who wants me just because I'm hitting it big, you know? I want someone who wants me because I'm ni–

HECTOR. Yo, yo, yo hold up. So you have a thing for Marissa since high school. You save her from psycho guys, you write her letters for everyday she was gone during summer, you leave her sappy notes in her books to keep her studying, and you say no to the hottest girl to prom because of her. Now you don't want her?

SANTIAGO. That was two years ago. If she didn't want me then, why should I want her now? HECTOR. (Laughs) Man, you're stupid. You're coming to the party, right?

SANTIAGO. That's what happens when you're a nice guy, and yeah. I'm just gonna do one more drive.

HECTOR. You're still Uber driving?! Man, fuck that shit! You're never going to have to do that again! Just come to the party!

SANTIAGO. My mom needs this money, man. I have to help.

HECTOR. What you should be doing is practicing your guitar.

SANTIAGO. What you should be doing is practicing bass and shutting up. (Laughs)

HECTOR. Whatever man. (Laughs and looks offstage) Marissa wants to talk to you. SANTIAGO. Don't give her the phone!

HECTOR. Give her the phone? All right.

SANTIAGO. Hector, you assho– Hey, Marissa!
(Listens)

Yeah, I'm gonna go... yeah, after this drive... no, she won't be prettier than you... you want to do what to my what?.. (Nervous laugh) That sounds fun and all but–... Listen, Marissa, you're drunk... I'm not going to get drunk just to do that with you... Yes, I would want you, but not like this... (Warmly) I'll see you when I'm done with the drive, all right? Go have fun... I won't give anyone my number; I'll even tell them that I have a girlfriend... Bye.

HECTOR. Have a good conversation?

SANTIAGO. You're a dick.

HECTOR. You've been ducking her for two years man. 

SANTIAGO. Shit happens.

HECTOR. She misses you, she told me.

SANTIAGO. She's drunk.

HECTOR. And that's when the truth comes out.

SANTIAGO. I asked her to be my girlfriend and she said no, so I moved on.

HECTOR. Even after that happened, she always asks about you when we hang out with the group. I think you should talk to h–

SANTIAGO. For someone who's drunk–

HECTOR. Seriously, just talk to her. Go pick up this last person, drop them off, come to the party and talk to Marissa. We both know you want to, we're leaving in two days man.

SANTIAGO. ...

HECTOR. Anyway... (Takes his phone away from his face) LET'S GO, FUCKERS! SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS! HOLY SHIT DUDE DID YOU JUST THROW UP?! (Hangs up)

SANTIAGO. You're something else Hec.
(Blackout)