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Brett: (cont’d) You sound different than...

IRL

Overview

Show
Show Type
Play
Age Guidance
Youth (Y)/General Audiences (G)
Characters
Genders
  • Female: 1
  • Male: 1
Playing Age
Adult
Style
Comedic
Length
Short
Time Period
Contemporary
Time/Place
America, Present Day
Act/Scene
Act 1

Context

Text

Brett: (cont’d) You sound different than I imagined. (beat) I know this is a little...odd.

Susan: That was pretty stupid Brett.

Brett: Yeah. Probably. I just know the holidays can be tough. For both of us.

Susan: Are you alright?

Brett: Yeah. Yeah, I’m okay.

Susan: Good.

Brett: What about you? You doin’ okay? I’ve been worried about you.

Susan: Yeah. I’m... good.

Brett: I don’t believe you.

Silence.

Susan: I have to get back to the house.

Brett: You just got here. You can’t spare a few minutes.

Susan: (curt) No, I really can’t. (beat) I’m sorry. This doesn’t work.

Brett: I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make it weird.

Susan: No, I’m making it weird now.

Brett: Yeah.

An awkward silence. Brett reaches into his pocket and pulls out a Blackberry. He types a brief text message and tentatively places the phone on the dashboard. Susan looks at the phone and looks at Brett who smiles sheepishly.

Susan: Brett...

Brett shrugs, and turns away. Susan picks up the phone and reads his message. She takes a deep breath before typing a response and, apologetically, places the phone back on the dashboard.

Brett picks up the phone and checks her response. He crumbles slightly. Shaking his head, he rapidly types a response, placing it back on the dash.

Susan retrieves the phone again. She types what is clearly a one word answer, and defiantly places the phone on the dashboard.

Brett :(cont’d) You could have both you know.

Brett picks up the phone off the dash and types again. He holds the phone out toward Susan.

Susan: No Brett!

Brett, crestfallen, places the phone on the dash once more. Susan, exhausted by the charade, snatches it up and reads.

Susan: (cont’d) No you didn’t.

Brett: It’s nothing special, it’s…here.

Brett reaches into the back seat and comes back holding a small, neatly wrapped package.

Brett: (cont’d) Merry Christmas.

Susan: I can’t.

Brett: Sure you can. Go ahead, open it.

She opens the package and pulls out an ornament.

Brett: (cont’d) Just something to hang on the tree. I figured if you were feeling a little down, or lonely... you know, you could look at it and... yeah, I don’t know. You’re the only person I know that I actually felt deserved a gift from me this year.

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