They're kneeling on the floor. Silently, ritually, she shoots him up.
AMERICA Here we are.
DANIEL Yes, here we are.
She does herself.
AMERICA Damn.
DANIEL What?
AMERICA I love what it does to your ears.
DANIEL Describe how it seems to you.
AMERICA Like we're in a tube.
DANIEL Is the music okay?
AMERICA The music is more than okay.
DANIEL Tell me if you want me to change anything.
AMERICA Change nothing, just lie.
DANIEL Just lie.
AMERICA Yeah. Be. Be be be.
DANIEL Sing for me.
She half-sits up to try.
AMERICA I can't right now.
DANIEL That's okay. I love your voice.
AMERICA Thanks.
DANIEL You have a spunk-ness about you. It's like.. I saw this singer once.
AMERICA A girlfriend?
DANIEL I saw her on TV.
AMERICA I like it when you tell me about women.
DANIEL She had this same spunk-ness as you.
AMERICA I like to hear about women you've loved.
DANIEL Well I never loved this one.
AMERICA You loved her through the television.
DANIEL True.
AMERICA I bet you kissed the TV.
DANIEL I should have.
AMERICA No, you might have electrocuted yourself.
DANIEL Only if I kissed with tongue.
AMERICA I wouldn't want that to happen to my baby.
DANIEL Anyway you two are similar. You have the same..it's a spark..
AMERICA I think children can see auras.
DANIEL Children see more than we do. We've been taught not to see.
AMERICA These children in the park this weekend, they were looking at me.
DANIEL They were looking at you because you are beautiful.
AMERICA They were like angels. They stopped playing and stared right at me.
DANIEL They looked like angels?
AMERICA Yes.
DANIEL You were an angel to them.
AMERICA No.
DANIEL You were, I know it.
AMERICA You think so?
DANIEL I know it. Children can see angels. And you..are an angel.
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A Simple Love Story
General FictionDramatic play about a teacher and a student who fall in love with drugs.
