One More




Scene I: Opening

The stage is a bedroom with a window to the right with a dark silhouette in the back left. The sound of wind and rain can be heard as an ambient backdrop. Sitting on the edge of the bed with his head hung down, Danny stares at the floor with his elbows on his knees and a football in his hands. For about twenty seconds, Danny listens to the weather and the sound of Lynyrd Skynyrd’s “Free Bird,” fading out to the rise of the lights.

Danny:        (Still looking at the floor) Listen, I know we haven’t always gotten along the greatest, but I was really hoping we had moved passed all that. I guess what I’m trying to say … is, I’m sorry. (Looks out over the audience) I can’t help but think that I could’ve done more to help.

It’s been almost two years and I really miss you and the way we used to hang out. When you left, I … well; (One breath pause) after you died, I wanted to go with you. I know, it sounds stupid that I thought if I died too, somehow everything would have been better. I just had a hard time adjusting to you never answering my calls or stopping by to give me a hand fixing something. I’m still having a hard time with that. It sucks that I never realized just how much you meant to me – – until it was too late.

(Danny stands, still holding the football, and turns toward the silhouette. With his left hand, he rubs his temples between his thumb and middle finger for a moment then turns back towards the audience looking off into the distance.)

If only you could have known how much I looked up to you.

(Danny walks over to the window and with both hands on the football leans on the sill looking into the would-be darkness. The sound of wind and rain get louder for a moment then fade back out as Quinn stands back from the window and turns toward the silhouette.)

You know – I can’t remember a time I didn’t look up to you for one reason or another: even as kids in elementary school I wanted to be like you. You were the cool, good-looking jock football player that everyone liked. It was a character trait that you never lost. (Danny manages a subtle smile for a moment.) And there were always girls, but that’s a whole-nother story.

(Danny manages a small chuckle before returning to a more somber expression as he turns back towards the audience and scans as if looking for someone.)

You were only a couple years older than me … but you will always be – my big brother.

(Danny turns towards the window and watches the would-be storm for a moment as the sound of thunder, wind, and rain intensify before fading back out as he begins to speak.)

Why? … I don’t understand. Why couldn’t it have been someone else, anyone else who died? Why you? (Danny’s voice begins to break as he fights back the urge to cry.) Why can’t you be here now, the way it used to be?

Scene II: Reflection


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