SCENE SIX
(CASPER gets a text on his phone.)
CASPER: Oh my god. Theyre saying Tim is in the hospital. And Felix broke both his legs trying to escape the fire. This is terrible. How could Tims squip let him do it?
ALEX: Tim was under a lot of pressure at home. With his squip disabled due to the alcohol, it seems he lacked the proper...coping mechanism.
CASPER: Did you know? (Beat.) You made me leave the party—
ALEX: I was aware of certain...probabilities.
CASPER: Did you know people were going to get hurt?
ALEX: Im getting the impression you dont trust me, Casper.
CASPER: Why me?
ALEX: I dont understand the question.
CASPER: You could be inside world leaders, presidents. Famous people! What are you doing in me? What do you want?
ALEX: I promise you, my sole function is to improve your life.
CASPER: Well, awesome job! My best friend thinks Im a jerk. I really hurt Aria. And Shawn – you were supposed to make him like me!
ALEX: And I will. In time. He is only human. I must account for human error.
CASPER: You were supposed to make everything better. So why isnt it?
ALEX: Look at yourself. You dress better, you are 93% more attractive, you have had more experience with the people you are attracted to. Which is to say: youve had experience with the people you could be attracted to. But human activity is matter of input as well as output.
CASPER: What does that mean?
ALEX: The fault is in your peers.
"The Pitiful Children"
ALEX: You were always quite the loser, Casper
Then I invaded
Had you upgraded
Oh, Casper
Its true that I found you
But look around you
Woah-oh
All your peers are all so incomplete
You cant see it but theyre all in pain
Their operating systems obsolete
So lets complete the chains
And get inside those brains
Lets save the pitiful children
Lets save the pitiful children
Lets teach the pitiful children
Who havent a clue
Just what to do
Help them to help you
(CASPER finds himself in front of a locker. The locker is covered with flowers and a banner: GET WELL SOON, TIM!)
CASPER: This is Tims locker.
ALEX: Open it.
CASPER: I dont know the combination-- (ALEX guides his hands to perform the combination) Whoa! (CASPER opens the locker and takes out a shoebox.) Ladies running shoes? (He opens it) Theres gotta be enough squips here for
ALEX: The entire school?
(DAHLIA OPHINE appears.)
CASPER: (Off ALEX) Whats wrong?
DAHLIA: I make it my business to know everyones business. But does anyone ever want to know mine?
ALEX: So sad. But you can help her.
(Off ALEX, CASPER removes a pill from the box and gives it to DAHLIA.)
DAHLIA: Is this, like, drugs?
CASPER: Nnnnnyes?
DAHLIA: Whatever.
(DAHLIA shrugs and takes it.)
DAHLIA: I dont feel anything.
CASPER: Oh! You have to take it with Mountain Dew!
DAHLIA: Okay. (She pulls a Mountain Dew out of her backpack and drinks it. Beat.) Ow! (Suddenly, she transforms, beaming with joy)
ALEX: Can you see the vision clearly, Casper?
People embracing
And interfacing
Shiny happy people singing sweetly
Gone is human error and fear
Every issue tucked away so neatly
If you feel a sob or tear
Just turn that knob or switch that gear
Lets save the pitiful children
Lets save the pitiful children
Lets teach the pitiful children,
Who just havent a clue
Just what to do
Help them to help you
(ALEX conjures up a CHORUS of blissfully Squipped students.)
ALL: Lets save the pitiful children
Lets save the pitiful children
Lets teach the pitiful children,
Who just havent a clue
ALEX: If thats what we do
If thats what we do
Then
ALL: Everything about us is going to be wonderful!
We love everything about squips!
Everything about us is going to be so alive!
We could never live without squips!
ALEX: You wont feel left out or unsure
ALL: Not pitiful children anymore
Cause everything about us is going to be cool
When we rule
YOU ARE READING
"Be More Chill: The Musical" But with oc's
General FictionBE MORE CHILL Music & Lyrics by Joe Iconis Book by Joe Tracz Based on the novel by Ned Vizzini BE MORE CHILL Characters: JEREMY HEERE/CASPER COLLINS, awkward high school junior CHRISTINE CANIGULA/ SHAWN CLARK, high school theatre boy, sweetly...