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Anyway
by
Kyle Blount
(Actor should be speaking to someone not seen which ends up to be his brother or
best friend)
(Should be spoken in a distressed tone of voice with a hint of depression.)
(Looks forward from ground)
You lied to me. You promised me you’d always be there for me. You promised to be
by my side when I needed you the most.
YOU PROMISED!
(Breaks down in tears)
(Regains composure)
I told you, you should not have gone to that stupid party. I knew that something
terrible was going to happen, I just knew it. But, no-no-no-no-no, you said that
you’d be careful. You said that no alcohol would be involved and if there was,
you would never touch it, you’re always a designated driver. But, of course,
there was alcohol and you didn’t stay sober. I mean, come on, with all the peer
pressure that you must have felt by all those people who were wise enough NOT to
drink, you had to drink; you were obliged to. But, what’s worse is that I
trusted you! I trusted you to stay true to your word and stay sober and be smart
and stay safe. I looked up to you
(starts to lose emotion)
and you let me down, just like the rest of the world.
(Actor gets worse as he goes on until he falls apart on the last lament where he
crashes)
I live on my own, with no one to love me, and people ignore me anyway. They see
me sit alone and they walk on by anyway.
(Crash)
They watch me suffer and fade away into nothingness and they carry on with their
arrogant, uppity lives anyway.
(Breaks down)
(Enraged through tears)
And you! You go and drink yourself drunk. But, you, as wonderful as you are, can
still drive home safely under the influence. Yeah, safely into a TREE!
(Suddenly stops tears; picking up an insane tone)
But, oh no, that wasn’t good enough for you was it. When I came to see you on
your deathbed, you looked me straight in the eye and said, "Greg who?" Of
course, why should I care? I’m not significant; I don’t mean anything to anyone.
And you certainly didn’t mean a thing to me, except for the fact that I looked
up to you.
(Breaks down again; pause to cry)
(Sighs it off)
You know, someone asked me if they could get me !
anything, and I said, "No." But, now that I think about it, yesterday
would be nice.
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