Father Figures - The Play

Father Figures
A Dance-Theater Play

by
Scott Patrick Wagner

 

 


            ACT ONE


            SCENE 1

                                   In the darkness, the opening bars begin
                                   of KING OF THE BONGO by Robbie
                                   Williams. As the vocal begins, LIGHTS
                                   UP on MALE DANCER 1 in a loincloth
                                   outfit with FEMALE DANCER 1 and FEMALE
                                   DANCER 2 dressed like sexy cavegirls.

                                   They perform a dance that simulates the
                                   "Dawn of Man." MD1 throws a bone up in
                                   the air (echoing "2001: A Space
                                   Odyssey") and it lands in FD1's hand,
                                   where she uses it as a cheerleader
                                   baton.

                                   During the second chorus break, MALE
                                   DANCER 2 enters, dressed as a secret
                                   agent, with dark suit, sunglasses, and
                                   a gun.  He gets into an aggressive
                                   competitive dance with MD1.

                                   Soon MD2 begins struggling with the
                                   choreography, and JAMIE--30s, handsome
                                   and wiry--enters.  He pushes MD2 out of
                                   the way and demonstrates the step
                                   himself dancing opposite MD1.

                                   MD2 still looks uncomfortable, and
                                   Jamie impatiently motions "to the
                                   booth" to cut the music.

                                   JAMIE
            Why are you having so much trouble with this?

                                   MD2
            I don't understand...why is there a secret agent is this
            dance, again?

                                   Upstage right, a Shadowy Figure (later
                                   to be recognized as JAMIE'S FATHER)
                                   appears dimly, detached from the action
                                   and invisible to all onstage.

                                   JAMIE
            It's a metaphor.  You symbolize the dark side of Intellectual
            Man that invades the territory of Natural Man.  It's as if
            the gun replaces the instinct, and what was free and easy in
            the jungle becomes like the Cold War, and--

                                   Jamie loses his train of thought.

                                   JAMIE (CONT'D)
            Um...what was the question again?

                                   MD2
            Why is there a secret agent in the monkey number?

                                   JAMIE
            I don't have the slightest idea.

                                   CROSS FADE to a tight light on BEN at a
                                   pulpit. He is 30s or 40s, tall,
                                   handsome, with a shining charisma.

                                   BEN
            There's a Tibetan expression: "Not knowing that you know is
            best."  It took me a long time to not-know what that meant. 
            And please don't wait for me to not-explain it to you.  The
            truth is that I'm not your guru.  I bet you think I'm gonna
            follow that with "you are your guru."  Well, you're not your
            guru either.

                                   Lights fade up around him, to show
                                   attendees seating listening to his
                                   lecture.  Jamie and SARA--30s, pretty,
                                   elegant--are seated among the
                                   attendees.

                                   BEN (CONT'D)
                          (pointing to various people)
            You don't know...and you don't know...and I don't know. 
            Lemme tell you something, if any of us really knew, we'd have
            figured it all out a long time ago.  But the part of us that
            knows, really knows, is layered under so much crap and fear
            and static, that it's a lifetime of discipline just to get to
            it.  Or...it's a moment of grace.

                                   On another part of the stage, a column
                                   of golden light fades up.

                                   Quick blackout on the lecture scene,
                                   then lights back up as golden light
                                   goes out.

                                   At the lecture scene, the meeting has
                                   ended and Ben is talking with Jamie and
                                   Sara.

                                   JAMIE
                          (to Ben)
            I've never introduced myself before, but I've been coming to
            your lectures for a while, and--

                                   BEN
                          (extending his hand)
            Ben.

                                   JAMIE
                          (awkward, shaking hand)
            Jamie.  And this is my girlfriend's first time here--

                                   SARA
                          (extending her hand)
            I'm Sara.

                                   BEN
                          (shaking her hand)
            Hello, Sara.

                                   SARA
            I'm not sure I agree with everything you say.

                                   BEN
            I'm not sure you need to.

                                   JAMIE
            Sara is a woman of science.  I'm relieved that she agrees
            with as much as she does.

                                   SARA
            You make me sound like some kind of lab-coated empiricist,
            Jamie...I'm a Jungian.  Shrinks are allowed to believe in
            God.

                                   BEN
            If you're Jung at heart.

                                   Ben looks from Sara to Jamie, who is
                                   smiling at the joke.  A moment between
                                   Jamie and Ben.

                                   SARA
            We won't take up any more of your time.

                                   BEN
            Not to be glib, Sara, but if time existed I would be much
            obliged.  I do appreciate the intent, though.

                                   SARA
            Alrighty, then.  Shall we, Jamie?

                                   JAMIE
            Yes, sure.  Thank you, Ben.

                                   BEN
            All good blessings to you.

                                   Jamie and Sara walk away, approaching a
                                   cafe table and chairs at a restaurant. 
                                   They sit, and Sara picks up the menu on
                                   the table.

                                   SARA
            Do you think he's gay?

                                   JAMIE
            For sure.

                                   SARA
            You're certain?

                                   JAMIE
            Sara, I'm a choreographer.  Gaydar is part of the job
            description.

                                   SARA
            Why do you suppose so many male dancers are gay?

                                   JAMIE
            Probably because the straight ones had fathers who wouldn't
            let them dance.

                                   SARA
            Your dad let you.

                                   JAMIE
            That's...one interpretation.

                                   Upstage right, LIGHTS UP on JAMIE'S
                                   FATHER, hard to make out distinctly. 
                                   He speaks with a Latin accent.

                                   FATHER
            You want to take dance classes?

                                   JAMIE
            Yes, papi.

                                   FATHER
            You want to be a dancer?

                                   JAMIE
            Dad, I--

                                   FATHER
            Dancers are homosexual!  Are you a queer?

                                   JAMIE
            No, I'm--

                                   FATHER
            Do you want a man's penis penetrating you in the rectum?  Is
            that what you want?!

                                   JAMIE
            No!

                                   Jamie takes a breath as light on Father
                                   fades out.

                                   JAMIE (CONT'D)
            No...

                                   SARA
            Your dad was a doctor.

                                   JAMIE
            Yeah.

                                   SARA
            You'd think a physician would have a more enlightened world
            view.

                                   JAMIE
            He was Latin. Macho outweighs enlightenment when your son
            wants to put on tights.

                                   SARA
            Your dad was a real piece of work.

                                   Sara, after a compassionate smile at
                                   Jamie, gets more intent on the menu.

                                   Jamie looks at her directly.  She looks
                                   up from the menu.

                                   SARA (CONT'D)
                          (self-conscious)
            What?

                                   JAMIE
            You're so beautiful.

                                   Music intro for DON'T CHANGE FOR ME by
                                   Ben Folds. ROBBIE--a male dancer who
                                   resembles Jamie--and SANDRA--a female
                                   dancer who resembles Sara--enter,
                                   dressed the same as Jamie and Sara.  As
                                   Jamie and Sara pantomime a relaxed
                                   conversation in the restaurant, Robbie
                                   and Sandra dance the description of
                                   Jamie and Sara's relationship.

                                   During the dance--which details how
                                   Sara has been a ballast during Jamie's
                                   bouts of self-doubt, and Jamie has been
                                   a source of light during Sara's
                                   darkness--small gestures between Sara
                                   and Jamie in pantomime are echoed and
                                   mirrored by larger movements by the
                                   dancers.

                                   Jamie and Sara leave the restaurant and
                                   walk back to their apartment,
                                   surrounded by the dancers doing a pas
                                   de deux.

                                   In the apartment Jamie and Sara begin
                                   to make love, and the dancers do a
                                   dance version of the same thing. 
                                   Eventually, though, the dancers break
                                   apart and Robbie leaves Sandra.  Though
                                   Jamie and Sara are still making love,
                                   Robbie begins a solo dance,
                                   demonstrating his need and longing for
                                   something else, something beyond the
                                   relationship with Sara.



            SCENE 2

            Ben is again at the pulpit.

                                   BEN
            Do you remember that Twilight Zone episode where the guy
            would turn a corner and everybody where he had just been was
            now frozen...and everybody he was approaching "unfroze" just
            before he saw them?  He was the only one alive, and everybody
            else was just a character in his story.  Freaky, huh?

            So lemme ask you...ever felt like that yourself?  Ever wonder
            if you're the only one really here, and all of "us" are just
            playing things out for you?  In the medical community that's
            known as narcissistic personality disorder.  In the spiritual
            community, it's known as a definite maybe.

                                   CROSS FADE to Jamie working in a dance
                                   studio with Robbie.

                                   Jamie is showing him steps, that he
                                   picks up intermittently.

                                   JAMIE
            Okay, your entrance is as Cheryl's verse is ending, on the
            last four counts of the phrase.  Three fast walks on five and
            six...contract...developée...and-a-down...

                                   Robbie struggles a bit to keep up. 
                                   Jamie goes over it again with him,
                                   patiently.

                                   JAMIE (CONT'D)
            Okay, let's go on to the next sixteen counts.

                                   Jamie demonstrates and Robbie follows.

                                   JAMIE (CONT'D)
            Tucked on the floor on one...two, deep contract on
            three...four, head isolation downstage on five, arm up on
            six, arm down seven, head roll to the right on eight-and,
            which gives momentum to stand--pelvis first--on
            one...two...then single outside pencil turn on three, head
            roll to finish the motion on four, triple inside turned-in
            pirouette on the right five...six...seven, drop the leg
            behind on eight to a hyperextended chest position, legs still
            crossed, feet demi-relevé.

                                   Jamie adjusts Robbie's shoulders, to
                                   make sure they're back and the position
                                   is correct.

                                   JAMIE
            Let's try that much with the music.
                          (to the "booth")
            Andrew, from cue four please, just the first eight bars.

                                   Music begins to clip of KINDER by Karen
                                   Taylor-Good.

                                   Jamie watches as Robbie goes through
                                   the opening of the dance.  When he gets
                                   to the last two counts:

                                   JAMIE (CONT'D)
            --and drop the leg, shoulders back.

                                   Jamie holds Robbie by his shoulders. 
                                   They stare into each other.

                                   CROSS FADE back to Ben at the podium.

                                   BEN
            There is only one of us here, one mind, one connection to
            God. It's an illusion that we're separate, it's an illusion we're
            in a body, it's an illusion there's a planet, a universe. 
            God didn't make them.  We dreamed them up, in a peculiar play
            for individuality.  And as long as you'd prefer individuality
            over perfect heaven...well...welcome to your nightmare.

            We're talking about a radically different thought system: 
            Everything here is an illusion, and only God is real.  You
            think you're separate from me...from your partner, your
            spouse...from Kelly Ripa.  I don't know why I just thought of
            Kelly Ripa.  But she is me.  And so is Regis.

            Sure, you can keep thinking there's separation.  And you'll
            either believe you're a victim of the shit that happens to
            you, or--if you're metaphysical--that you made the shit
            happen to you.  But either way, you think shit happens.  But
            it only happens on this level.  And it's really all or
            nothing.  Your shit...or the peace of God.  Does one of those
            seem like a slightly better option?

                                   Quick CROSS FADE to Sara and Jamie
                                   talking after this lecture.

                                   SARA
            Yeah...I didn't really get the whole scope of where this guy
            is coming from after the other lecture.  I don't think I'll
            be coming back.

                                   JAMIE
            Really?

                                   SARA
            And I have to say something else.

                                   JAMIE
            What?

                                   SARA
            I honestly don't think you should either.

                                   JAMIE
            Gee...thanks, mom.

                                   SARA
            Jamie, the last thing you need for a "support system" is some
            guy telling you the whole world is an illusion.

                                   JAMIE
            Why is that the "last thing I need"?  Is this your theory
            about me again?

                                   SARA
            It is my professional opinion that you exhibit mild
            dissociation.

                                   JAMIE
            Jeez...

                                   SARA
            I've seen it.

                                   JAMIE
                          (annoyed)
            When I get mad.

                                   SARA
            When you get mad, when you get distant, when you get...moody.

                                   JAMIE
            It's a good thing all girlfriends aren't therapists.  All men
            would be diagnosed with mild dissociation.

                                   SARA
            Please do not minimize this.  You are not like other men.

                                   He hides it, but these words hurt him.




            SCENE 3

                                   LIGHTS UP on a Female Dancer center
                                   stage. Music begins to KINDER by Karen
                                   Taylor Good. Jamie stands at the side
                                   of the performance area, watching.

                                   FD begins a solo dance, other Dancers
                                   enter and join the dance.

                                   Jamie enters during the chorus and
                                   adjusts one of FD's body positions, and
                                   how the move should be stretched.  He
                                   exits again

                                   Robbie enters for second verse.

                                   As he dances, LIGHTS UP on Jamie's
                                   Father upstage right.

                                   Midway through Robbie's dance, Jamie
                                   begins making angry corrections on
                                   Robbie. He finally interrups the song,
                                   very angry.  Music out abruptly.

                                   JAMIE
            What is the matter with you?!  Is that how I showed you the
            movement?  What am I busting my hump trying to make this shit
            meaningful if you're going to dance it like you're a
            paraplegic?  Is there a dancer in there?!

                                   A beat, as all the dancers avoid eye
                                   contact.

                                   Stage Manager comes up to Jamie.

                                   STAGE MANAGER
            Jamie, the kids are overdue for a break.

                                   JAMIE
            Fine.  Let's break for the day.

                                   STAGE MANAGER
            All right, everybody.  That's it for today.

                                   Jamie remains still as everyone else
                                   exits.

                                   He watches blankly as lights come up on
                                   the set for Ben's home/office.

                                   Ben sits in his office.

                                   Jamie crosses and enters. (The lights
                                   on the dancing area of the stage fade
                                   down, though a special remains on
                                   Jamie's Father.)

                                   JAMIE
            Hello...?

                                   Ben stands to greet him.

                                   BEN
            Jamie, come in.

                                   Ben is directly before him.

                                   BEN (CONT'D)
            Handshake or hug?

                                   Jamie is at a loss by the question.  He
                                   tentatively opens his arms a bit to
                                   indicate hug.  Ben reads the sign, and
                                   pulls Jamie into his arms to hug him
                                   warmly.

                                   During the hug, the lights go down on
                                   Jamie's Father.

                                   BEN (CONT'D)
            Please...sit.

                                   Jamie and Ben take chairs facing each
                                   other.

                                   BEN (CONT'D)
            Now, what's on your mind?

                                   JAMIE
            Well...I feel--out of sorts in my life.

                                   BEN
            That's certainly when a lot of people come to see me.

                                   JAMIE
            Really?

                                   BEN
            Yes, really.

                                   They sit staring at each other for a
                                   bit.  Ben is apparently in no hurry.

                                   JAMIE
            I...keep having the feeling that my life isn't what it's
            supposed to be.

                                   BEN
            Good.

                                   JAMIE
            Good?

                                   BEN
            Do you feel that in all aspects of life, or just one or two?

                                   JAMIE
            Just one or two, I think.

                                   BEN
            Then we've got a ways to go, huh?

                                   JAMIE
            I'm sorry...what?

                                   BEN
            Until you realize that none of your life is what it's
            supposed to be.

                                   JAMIE
            I feel like I'm talking to the Riddler.

                                   BEN
            Well, if you've had any Batman fantasies, I suppose that
            could be interesting.

                                   JAMIE
            Are...you flirting with me now?

                                   BEN
            I'm interacting with you, Jamie.  I'm playing my part in the
            script you're handing me.

                                   JAMIE
            This...isn't what I thought this would be.

                                   BEN
            What did you want this to be?  You are writing this whole
            thing, Jamie.  You told me you're a choreographer, right?

                                   JAMIE
            Yes.

                                   BEN
            That's fantastic.  I danced a little in college.  I admire
            people who do what you can do.

                                   JAMIE
            Thank you.

                                   BEN
            Where do your dances come from?

                                   JAMIE
            That's not an easy question.

                                   BEN
            I found it very easy...rolled off my tongue, no problem.

                                   JAMIE
            I mean the answer isn't so easy.

                                   BEN
            Sorry to be contradictory, but yeah, it is.

                                   JAMIE
            Oh, really?

                                   BEN
            Yep.  Your dances come from you.

                                   JAMIE
            Maybe.

                                   BEN
            Wow, if you're giving me flak on that one, you're gonna have
            a helluva time when I tell you where your life comes from.

                                   JAMIE
            From me?

                                   BEN
            You win.

                                   JAMIE
            That's...dumb.

                                   BEN
            That you're writing every aspect of your life?  You think
            someone else is doing it?

                                   JAMIE
            God?

                                   BEN
            Sorry, he's busy.

                                   JAMIE
            Fate?

                                   BEN
            Fate is a crutch for people who can't accept predestination.

                                   JAMIE
            I don't even know what that means.

                                   BEN
            Well, you better figure it out.  You're writing this shit.

                                   JAMIE
            Why do you keep saying that?

                                   BEN
            You're Latino, aren't you?

                                   JAMIE
            Half.

                                   BEN
            So "Jamie" is really "Jaime"?

                                   JAMIE
            No, I'm half-Latin on my father's side.  The "Jamie" was my
            mother's idea...short for "James."

                                   BEN
            So you didn't modify a Latin name to sound Anglo, you
            modified a man's name to sound...ambiguous.

                                   JAMIE
            I don't think it sounds ambiguous.

                                   BEN
            Could be a little boy's name.  Or the bionic woman's.

                                   JAMIE
            Look, my mother coined the nickname.

                                   BEN
            She wanted a girl?

                                   JAMIE
            Are you going somewhere with this?

                                   BEN
            I'm just curious why you wrote the script this way.

                                   JAMIE
            I didn't write--

                                   BEN
            You have the macho thing in there, competing with the
            emasculating-mother thing.  And then you overlay the whole
            choreographer thing, constantly around gay guys.  I think I
            like the Latin thing most.  Why did you choose that?

                                   JAMIE
            I didn't choose--

                                   BEN
            Just go with this for a while, okay?  If this entire life is
            a dance that you're choreographing, a script that you're
            writing...why bring in the Latin thing?

                                   JAMIE
            I dunno...so I can get extra funding because it's a minority
            piece?

                                   BEN
            That's good.  Now what about the gay thing?

                                   JAMIE
            What gay thing?

                                   BEN
            Oh...am I peeking ahead?  I don't mean to go off half-cocked. 
            As it were.

                                   LIGHTS UP on Jamie's Father upstage
                                   right.

                                   JAMIE
            I think you're being inappropriate.  Seductive.

                                   BEN
            And what do you want me to say?

                                   JAMIE
            What do I want you to say?

                                   BEN
            Do I say "No, I'm not," "Yes, I am," or "Kiss me"?

                                   FATHER
            Is that what you want?!

                                   Jamie, flustered, gets up and exits.

                                   CROSS FADE to Jamie and Sara's
                                   apartment.  (Lights out on both Ben and
                                   Jamie's Father.)

                                   Sara is at her desk as Jamie enters.

                                   SARA
            Hey.

                                   JAMIE
            Hey.

                                   SARA
            Where've you been?

                                   JAMIE
                          (too loud)
            Nowhere!  Doing nothing!

                                   SARA
            Okay, that was a little...emotional.  Where is this coming
            from?

                                   JAMIE
            Do not patronize me, and do not analyze me!  I am not one of
            your patients!

                                   SARA
                          (clinically calm)
            Jamie, do you feel connected to yourself?  Take a breath and--

                                   JAMIE
            I will take a breath when I want to take a breath!  Do not
            start in with that dissociative stuff!

                                   SARA
            Look, would you rather hear it from a different therapist? 
            You fit the dissociative profile.  These occasional outbursts
            that don't seem provoked by--

                                   JAMIE
            I'm provoked, all right!  By a woman who won't leave her work
            at the office!  Why do I require a diagnosis?!  Maybe I just
            had a bad day.  Or a bad conversation.  Or a bad Latin
            temper!  I'm not one of your fucking head cases!

                                   SARA
            I don't know how to talk to you when you go to this place.

                                   JAMIE
            Fine!  I'll go someplace else!

                                   Jamie storms out.

                                   CROSS FADE to gay bar.  Music intro
                                   begins to I LIKE 'EM BIG AND STUPID by
                                   Julie Brown.

                                   Good looking men are dancing, a
                                   production number demonstrating the gay
                                   male mating rituals.

                                   Jamie enters, gets a drink, and
                                   watches. Jamie downs his drink and
                                   suddenly jumps into the middle of the
                                   dance, with a great intensity.

                                   Jamie then notices Ben in the bar. 
                                   Jamie stops dancing and they stare at
                                   each other.

                                   Ben puts his hand out and Jamie lets
                                   himself be danced around by Ben
                                   briefly, engulfed in the taller man's
                                   arms in a very particular dance move.

                                   Then Jamie breaks away, more than
                                   uncomfortable, and exits the bar, as
                                   the wild dancing continues.

                                   Music out and CROSS FADE as Ben walks
                                   into his light at his podium.  He is
                                   mid-lecture.

                                   BEN
            What if there were no duality?  What if there were no "bad"
            and "good"?  Black and white.  Happy and sad.  Right...and
            wrong.  What if it just "was"?  And we just "were"?  Is there
            any way--under the sun (and the moon)--that you could wrap
            your head around that?  I'm just asking...



            SCENE 4
			
            Music intro begins to FATHER FIGURE by George Michael.

                                   Robbie begins a dance.  He is joined by
                                   Sandra, and by BRADLEY--a tall male
                                   dancer who bears a resemblance to Ben.

                                   Robbie first dances with Sandra, then
                                   moves into the arms of Bradley.  The
                                   dance move they perform is reminiscent
                                   of Jamie's with Ben in the gay bar.

                                   Jamie enters and cues the music out.

                                   JAMIE
            Okay, I'm not really feeling this.

                                   Jamie sets Robbie in Bradley's arms in
                                   a very particular way.

                                   JAMIE (CONT'D)
            That's how this needs to be placed.  His arms over you, the
            feeling of being engulfed.  Okay, good.

                                   Jamie moves back, away from the dancers
                                   but still onstage.

                                   JAMIE (CONT'D)
            Let's take it from the transition, from Robbie dancing with
            Sandra, to Robbie dancing with Ben--I mean, Bradley.  From
            cue eleven please, Andrew?

                                   Music starts up again, midway through.

                                   Jamie sits in a chair, and LIGHTS COME
                                   UP to reveal Sara sitting in another
                                   chair nearby.

                                   They watch the dance as it continues
                                   into a more passionate duet between
                                   Robbie and Bradley.

                                   Jamie, surprised, notices Sara
                                   watching.

                                   JAMIE
            Sara...!
                          (to the booth)
            Music out, please.

                                   SARA
            I'm not a stupid woman, Jamie.

                                   JAMIE
                          (to the dancers)
            Okay, everybody please take a five.

                                   SARA
            "Not all choreographers are gay, Sara."

                                   JAMIE
            Look, I don't know what conclusion you think you're coming
            to, but--

                                   SARA
            If you want cock, Jamie, just have cock, okay?  It's really
            very nice.  I'm sure you'll like it.

                                   JAMIE
            We can't do this here--

                                   SARA
            Or have you already been liking it for a while now? 
            Whatever.

                                   Sara exits quietly.  Jamie crosses the
                                   stage and enters Ben's office.  Ben is
                                   seated at his desk.

                                   JAMIE
            I'm attracted to you.

                                   BEN
            Okay.

                                   JAMIE
            Sara says she's leaving me.

                                   BEN
            Oh, brother...

                                   JAMIE
            That's your reaction?

                                   BEN
            Is this really the level you want to play this on?

                                   JAMIE
            What are you talking about?

                                   BEN
            Is this the show you want to put up?  The story you want to
            tell?  Closeted guy comes out?  Leaves girl for guy?  Girl
            cries, guy cries, other guy holds him?  I was just hoping
            you'd go a little deeper.

                                   JAMIE
            Deeper?!  This is my life, you asshole!

                                   BEN
            Okay, then.  Have your breakdown.  Then your breakthrough. 
            Open up to a whole new identity.  Rearrange the deck chairs
            on the Titanic.
                          (standing up and coming around
                           to Jamie. Speaking in a
                           monotone, going through the
                           motions)
            Here.  Let me hold you.  I'll always be there for you.

                                   Jamie pulls away from Ben's "embrace."

                                   JAMIE
            What the fuck is that?  My life is that meaningless to you?

                                   BEN
            Yes.  And so is my life.  And every other freaked-out hamster
            running around.  So why don't you look for a perspective that
            does have some meaning?  Wake the hell up!

                                   A column of golden light appears near
                                   Jamie, then disappears again.

                                   JAMIE
            Did...you see that?!

                                   BEN
            No.  But I'm hoping it was beautiful.

                                   JAMIE
                          (stunned)
            Yes...it was...

                                   BEN
            Good.
                          (coming back up to Jamie. 
                           Really meaning the words with
                           compassion this time)
            Here.  Let me hold you.

                                   Jamie stares at him, vulnerable.

                                   BEN
                          (gently)
            I'll always be there for you.

                                   SCENE 5
            Sara is in the apartment, packing a box. Jamie enters and
            stares at what she's doing.

                                   SARA
            I don't want anything dramatic.

                                   JAMIE
            That's funny, neither does he...the guy I'm not seeing.

                                   This stops her. She stares at him.

                                   JAMIE (CONT'D)
            It's Ben.

                                   SARA
            That I figured out.

                                   JAMIE
            But I'm not involved with him, not romantically.

                                   SARA
            That part's a surprise.

                                   JAMIE
            Please don't leave.

                                   SARA
            Jamie, I know you have abandonment issues.  Your dad wasn't
            around enough.  But won't Ben fill that hole better than me? 
            So to speak.

                                   JAMIE
            Ben doesn't think I should take anything seriously that's
            happening on this level.

                                   She stares at him for a beat.

                                   SARA
                          (irony)
            Well, that's very healthy.  Denial of reality for a man with
            a dissociative disorder.  Has Ben also thought of opening a
            chain of martini bars at AA meetings?

                                   JAMIE
            I don't want you to go.

                                   SARA
            If Ben doesn't think you should take things too seriously,
            what does it matter if I'm here?

                                   JAMIE
            Because you love me.  Because I love you.  And...what if he's
            wrong?

                                   LIGHTS GO TO BLACK.  In the blackout we
                                   hear:

                                   ANNOUNCER (V.O.)
            Ladies and Gentlemen, the Latino Spirit Ojo de Tigre
            Excellence in the Arts Banquet proudly presents our
            entertainment for this evening, the Jamie Montes Dance
            Company.

                                   Music intro begins for HEROES by Jill
                                   Sobule.

                                   LIGHTS UP on six or eight dancers
                                   performing a piece that is cynical and
                                   dark-humored, portraying society in
                                   turmoil.  There is an overlay of
                                   lightness to the proceedings that
                                   ultimately makes it more disturbing.

                                   The number ends, and LIGHTS COME UP
                                   elsewhere on the stage with Jamie and
                                   Sara in evening attire.  They chat
                                   politely with guests at this party that
                                   we don't see.

                                   Ben, also in evening attire, approaches
                                   them.

                                   BEN
            That was quite a piece.

                                   SARA
            I thought it was a bit dark.

                                   BEN
            Pretty accurate appraisal of the human condition.

                                   SARA
            For those who aren't very enamored of it.

                                   BEN
            Are you saying that Jamie's not enamored of the human
            condition, or that I'm not.

                                   SARA
            I'm not exactly sure what you're enamored of.  Maybe you
            could explain it to me.

                                   BEN
            Jamie, should I do that?

                                   JAMIE
            Sara, you've been to Ben's lectures.  You know what he
            believes in.

                                   SARA
            Right.  This world's an illusion.  Only God is real.  Sing
            Polly-wolly-doodle all the day.

                                   BEN
            Very well said, Sara.  And catchy, too.

                                   SARA
            Do you wonder why I'm still with Jamie, Ben?

                                   BEN
            No I don't, Sara.

                                   SARA
            Oh, right.  It's just another story in the world of illusion,
            so why dwell?  But if you'd humor me for just a sec...

                                   JAMIE
            Sara, please.

                                   BEN
            Of course.

                                   SARA
            I stayed with Jamie because you weren't fucking him.  That is
            correct, gentlemen, is it not?

                                   BEN
            Yes, Sara, it is.

                                   SARA
            But I also stayed with him because you are mind-fucking him.

                                   JAMIE
            Sara...

                                   BEN
            I can see how you'd feel that way, Sara.

                                   SARA
            Your magnanimity underwhelms me.  And your spiritual foo-fa
            raw dismays me.

                                   BEN
            I had the impression it intrigued you...until it started
            impacting your boyfriend.

                                   SARA
            You say "impacting," I say "unraveling." Po-tay-to, po-tah
            to.

                                   JAMIE
            Sara, if you really feel that's what's happening to me--

                                   SARA
            What, Jamie?!  What should I do if I really feel that?  Leave
            you?  Commit you?  If I'm just an illusion, I'll be gone soon
            enough.  If Ben's "wisdom" is the illusion, then who else is
            going to help you find your way back to sanity?

                                   Jamie looks from Sara to Ben.

                                   BEN
            It's your scene, Jamie.  You get to decide who has the last
            line.

                                   JAMIE
            I think Ben just did, Sara.  Let's go home.

                                   Jamie ushers Sara away.

                                   Music begins to GOOD DREAM by P.J.
                                   Olsson.

                                   As Jamie and Sara go through the
                                   motions of getting in the car, driving
                                   home, and getting into bed, dancers all
                                   around them exhibit the inner angst
                                   operative during the physical silence
                                   of their activities.

                                   Jamie in particular is going wild in
                                   his "danced inner monologue," trying to
                                   balance two different worlds and
                                   thought systems.

                                   After Sara and Jamie are in bed and
                                   Sara turns the light out, Jamie is
                                   still not turned off.  The dancers
                                   around him keep him in a turmoil.

                                   He gets out of bed and rushes to Ben's
                                   office.  The door is locked and the
                                   office is dark, but he knocks
                                   incessantly.

                                   LIGHTS COME UP on Jamie's Father,
                                   staring at him from upstage right. A
                                   corresponding column of golden light
                                   comes up upstage left.

                                   In desperation, Jamie smashes a window.

                                   Jamie's Father leaves his "spot" and
                                   begins crossing toward Jamie, as the
                                   golden column of light fades out.

                                   Jamie takes a shard of the broken glass
                                   and slashes at his wrists.  Jamie's
                                   Father fades out.

                                   There is blood as Jamie slides down to
                                   the ground.

                                   Blackout.



            SCENE 6

            Music intro to SAY GOODNIGHT by Beth Nielsen Chapman.

                                   LIGHTS UP on Robbie.  He is lying in
                                   the same position that Jamie just
                                   inhabited.

                                   The golden column of light appears
                                   again.  In another area, a white light
                                   fades up.

                                   Dancers dressed in white enter, lifting
                                   Robbie up; it seems that he is being
                                   escorted "to the light."

                                   But then things change and they lead
                                   him back away from the light.

                                   It ends with a CROSS FADE to Ben's
                                   office.

                                   Ben sits in a chair, staring at Jamie
                                   on the couch.  Jamie is asleep, with
                                   his wrists bandaged.

                                   Jamie awakens as the song plays its
                                   last chords.

                                   BEN
            I hope you got that out of your system.

                                   They stare at each other.



                                   END OF ACT ONE











            ACT TWO

            SCENE 1
            
            Jamie is still on the couch, where we left him, with Ben
            staring from his spot leaning on the desk.

                                   BEN
            If you wanted a key, you could've just asked for one.

                                   Jamie is silent.

                                   BEN (CONT'D)
            Interesting that you chose the wrist-slashing thing outside
            of my place...if you'd done it around your therapist
            girlfriend, she'd've been obliged to put you in the hospital
            for three days.

                                   JAMIE
            Aren't you obliged?

                                   BEN
            By very little.  What's your damage, dude?

                                   JAMIE
            I couldn't take it.  You say that choosing God brings peace
            inside.  My insides are screaming.

                                   BEN
            Choosing God brings peace.  One foot in one world and one
            foot in the other brings screaming insides.

                                   JAMIE
            Maybe I'm not strong enough to get both feet wherever the
            hell you think I should get them.

                                   BEN
            Everybody feels that way.  At first.  You're going to do it
            eventually...you might as well get the screaming insides out
            of the way now.

                                   JAMIE
            Fuck it.

                                   BEN
            That's certainly your prerogative.  But one thing, pal:
            suicide just means you hop back on the hamster wheel all over
            again.  Is that really what you want?

                                   JAMIE
            What are my other choices?

                                   BEN
            Peace and fulfillment, better than a thousand orgasms,
            nonstop twenty-four/seven...if there actually were a twenty
            four or a seven.

                                   JAMIE
            "Time and space are a human construct."

                                   BEN
            Even in his fragile state, Mr. Jamie Montes still keeps his
            dissociated wits about him.  Do you want me to call Sara?

                                   JAMIE
            Won't she be obliged to put me in the hospital for three
            days?

                                   BEN
            Not if I tell her you're staying with me for a while.

                                   JAMIE
            Then she'll assume we've started sleeping together.

                                   BEN
            I could tell her I'm dead from the waist down.

                                   JAMIE
            Do you want to sleep with me?

                                   BEN
            Why, yes I do.  And not just because you bled all over my
            doorway.

                                   JAMIE
            I want to sleep with you too.

                                   BEN
            It's your story...

                                   JAMIE
            "But"?

                                   BEN
                          (referring to Jamie's butt)
            That's cute, too.

                                   JAMIE
            I feel like there's a "but" coming up.

                                   BEN
            Just perhaps it's time to take an overview of the tale you're
            telling, which, frankly, feels like it's meandering a bit.

                                   JAMIE
            Why do you use words like "meander"?

                                   BEN
            Because you wanted a man in your story whose...
            vocabulary...was bigger than yours.  I think it's a macho
            thing.  Look, if this were a show you were putting up, would
            this be the point in the play to have the two boys
            kiss...right after one of the boys tried to off himself?

                                   JAMIE
            No.  That would be giving the wrong message to our youth.

                                   BEN
            Well, what should go here?  What's next for you?

                                   JAMIE
            Here's the thing I don't understand.  You're always preaching
            about love and letting God guide your actions.  Well,
            wouldn't sleeping together behind Sara's back be a sin?

                                   BEN
                          (feigning ignorance)
            "Sin"?...What is this "sin"?  Past tense of "son"?  And as a
            son, you seem way past tense...

                                   JAMIE
            How can you be condoning us doing something that would hurt
            Sara?

                                   BEN
            I'm not condoning anything.  And if I slept with you, it
            would be out of love not fear, so how would that be a
            problem?  As for Sara, I don't know what would hurt or not
            hurt her, or what her journey is supposed to be.

                                   JAMIE
            Well, then you might as well say I should shoot her with a
            gun, since perhaps her journey is supposed to have her die
            this afternoon.

                                   BEN
            I didn't know you were contemplating shooting Sara with a
            gun.

                                   JAMIE
            I'm not.

                                   BEN
            That's what always cracks me up.  Whenever newbies are first
            introduced to the idea of doing what would they want to do
            and not having judgment about it, they either bring up
            shooting someone with a gun, or Hitler.

                                   JAMIE
            It's a valid argument.

                                   BEN
            Arguments are seldom valid.  And you either believe that
            everything here is secondary in importance to love, or you
            don't.

                                   JAMIE
            So having sex with you wouldn't make me Hitler.

                                   BEN
            Not unless you have bunker fantasies, and start calling me
            Eva.  What you have to determine is if the urge to merge with
            me is coming from love or fear.

                                   JAMIE
            While I'm figuring that out, what should we tell Sara?

                                   BEN
            "We" think that "you" should tell her--here's a radical
            concept--the truth.

                                   JAMIE
            And get locked up on suicide watch?

                                   BEN
            Who knows what might happen?  You might be surprised.  Talk
            to her.

                                   JAMIE
            You mean now?

                                   BEN
            Do you feel strong enough?

                                   JAMIE
            This is my play.  I'm fucking strong enough.

                                   BEN
            You go, boy.

                                   Jamie gets up and crosses to the
                                   apartment.  Sara is there, and she
                                   reacts with alarm when she sees his
                                   bandaged wrists.

                                   SARA
            Okay...I don't want to jump to conclusions, but those aren't
            bracelets.

                                   JAMIE
            Sara...I was freaking out last night, so I went over to Ben's
            place and nobody answered the door.  So I slit my wrists.

                                   SARA
                          (after a beat)
            Couldn't you just ask him for a key?

                                   JAMIE
            Don't you have an obligation to put me on suicide watch?

                                   SARA
            Why?  Are you planning on trying it again?

                                   JAMIE
            No.

                                   SARA
            Nice to see you have some kind of learning curve going on.

                                   JAMIE
            How can you joke about this?

                                   SARA
            Jamie, I'm tired of being the shrewish scientist, who drives
            you into the company of the fascinating pagan.

                                   JAMIE
            Wow.

                                   SARA
            I counsel clients all day long that their partners are not
            their responsibility...that everybody has to take care of
            their own self.  I'm not your Higher Power.  And yours seems
            to be bandaging you up just fine.

                                   JAMIE
            Ben isn't my higher power.

                                   SARA
            I only implied that he was.

                                   JAMIE
            I want to sleep with Ben.

                                   Sara takes a beat to stare at Jamie.

                                   SARA
            Duh!

                                   JAMIE
            Sara?

                                   SARA
            Do you love me, Jamie?

                                   JAMIE
            Yes.

                                   SARA
            Then for God's sake, let me have an arc too!

                                   JAMIE
            An arc?

                                   SARA
            Isn't that the lingo?  In this "show" that Ben says you're
            writing?  Don't I have billing also?

                                   JAMIE
            I was making you rather one-dimensional, huh?

                                   SARA
            No fucking shit.

                                   JAMIE
            Can I stay here tonight?

                                   SARA
            Of course, honey.  This is your home...illusory as Ben may be
            convincing you it is.

                                   JAMIE
            I love you, Sara.

                                   SARA
            Need anything before we go to bed?  Milk...warm bath...blood
            transfusion?

                                   JAMIE
            I think I'm fine.

                                   CROSS FADE to lights up at Ben's.  The
                                   phone rings.  We hear Jamie on the
                                   other end in V.O.

                                   BEN
            Hello?

                                   JAMIE
            I'm staying with Sara tonight.

                                   BEN
            Okey-dokey.

                                   JAMIE
            Not a problem?

                                   BEN
            Look for drama much?

                                   JAMIE
            Okay, then.

                                   BEN
            Later.

                                   They hang up.  Ben is quite peaceful.

                                   CROSS FADE to Sara and Jamie, asleep in
                                   bed.

                                   Music intro begins to INVISIBLE MAN by
                                   Joshua Kadison (which will segue into
                                   BOOM-SHAK-A-LAK by Apache Indian).

                                   Though Sara remains asleep, Jamie seems
                                   to hear this music and stirs.  He gets
                                   out of bed, and a dim version of the
                                   column of golden light is shining
                                   across the room.

                                   He stands staring at it as Dancers
                                   enter, dressed from head to toe in
                                   black (with faces covered also). 
                                   Against a black background it is
                                   difficult to discern them.

                                   Jamie begins dancing with them--rather,
                                   he is danced by them, being lifted and
                                   transported.  Because they are so hard
                                   to see, it almost looks as if Jamie is
                                   levitating, being transported
                                   ethereally.

                                   Jamie becomes happily entranced in the
                                   exercise, and suddenly the music turns
                                   to BOOM-SHAK-A-LAK.  The dancers all
                                   tear two velcro strips off their all
                                   black costumes, revealing each with a
                                   vertical stripe that runs the length of
                                   their bodies and a horizontal stripe
                                   that runs their entire wingspan.

                                   The dance becomes a somewhat
                                   nightmarish, synchronized ritual, with
                                   bizarre touches.  Jamie is ill at ease
                                   amid this new dance, and begins to show
                                   signs of anxiety.

                                   As the golden column of light fades
                                   out, the image of Jamie's Father fades
                                   up in an upstage area.  He does some
                                   garish moves in sync with the dancers,
                                   then his light fades out.

                                   The dancers begin to close in on Jamie,
                                   and he is the worse for it emotionally.

                                   The golden column has gone out, and the
                                   dancers pick Jamie up again, although
                                   this time it does not feel exhilarating
                                   to him.

                                   They deposit him in bed as the song
                                   ends and they disappear.

                                   Lights return to "normal bedroom" as
                                   Jamie tosses fitfully, making noises. 
                                   He awakens with a jerk, waking up Sara.

                                   He stares at her, a look of fear on his
                                   face.  He internalizes it, and lies
                                   back down.

                                   Lights fade down.



            SCENE 2
			
            LIGHTS UP on five Dancers, moving to the first four bars
            intro to BOP TILL YOU DROP by The Vapors.

                                   Music stops suddenly and LIGHTS UP on
                                   Ben and Jamie in Ben's office.

                                   BEN
            Really bad dream, huh?

                                   JAMIE
            Sucked.

                                   Focus back to dancers, who do seven
                                   more bars of BOP TILL YOU DROP intro.

                                   BEN
            It's kind of good news.

                                   JAMIE
            Oh, really?

                                   BEN
            Some people have very bad dreams as they start getting closer
            to Spirit.  It seems to be a form of the subconscious
            detoxing.

                                   JAMIE
            Fabulous.

                                   Focus back to dancers, who do the first
                                   eight bars of the first verse of BOP
                                   TILL YOU DROP.

                                   BEN
            And what preceded this was Sara being...how?

                                   JAMIE
            Sweet, understanding, accepting, unconditionally loving.

                                   BEN
            More than you could handle, huh?

                                   Dancers do the second eight bars of BOP
                                   TILL YOU DROP.

                                   JAMIE
            At least I don't have to worry about you being sweet and
            understanding.

                                   BEN
            Honey, I understand more than you think.  But it's easier for
            your system to handle love right now when it's tempered with
            some tartness.

                                   JAMIE
            So...what?  I can't handle being really loved?

                                   BEN
            Let's just say it's a shock to the system.

                                   Dancers do the third eight bars of BOP
                                   TILL YOU DROP.

                                   JAMIE
            So I'm never gonna be able to accept love?!

                                   BEN
            Yes.  You're starting to.  Just take it slow.  And lighten up
            a little.

                                   JAMIE
            Like how?  I feel like screaming.

                                   BEN
            How about dancing?  Maybe do something with a little less
            subtext and a little more balls-out joy?

                                   JAMIE
            I'll take it under advisement.

                                   Dancers do the fourth eight bars of the
                                   verse of BOP TILL YOU DROP.

                                   This leads into the first chorus, in
                                   which Jamie jumps in and joins them.

                                   The number is infectious and fast, and
                                   Jamie's participation is wild,
                                   alternating a freedom of expression
                                   with an over-the-top push that is his
                                   version of "screaming" out his tension.




            SCENE 3
			
            Sara is seated in her therapist's office, who we don't see.

                                   SARA
            Please don't get Freudian on me, Alex.  When I asked what you
            thought about this Ben's "it's all an illusion" philosophy, I
            didn't want to hear "What do you think about it?"  You know
            I'm pretty self-directed when it comes to sharing what I
            think about things.  And if you don't know that, you
            shouldn't be my therapist.

            Okay, that was a little hostile.  I'm just a wee bit
            frustrated.  Jamie seems to be getting deeper and deeper into
            this guy's mindset, and-- I don't know, I don't want to lose
            him.  It's honestly not even whether they're having sex.  And
            I know you never expected to hear me say something like that. 
            It's more about what I might be losing him to.  If it were
            another woman...or even another man...I'd move on.  
            Eventually.  But this feels like I'm losing him to...God. 
 
            No!  It's not God.  It's a hairbrained thought system
            pretending to be about God.  And this guy is playing up to
            all of Jamie's father issues.

            Damn...if only Jamie had more mother issues.  I could work
            him harder than Ben.
                          (looking at therapist)
            That was competitive, huh?  I didn't say that.  That doesn't
            leave this room.

                                   CROSS FADE to Ben and Jamie in Ben's
                                   office.

                                   They both sit there silently.  Though
                                   it seems to be increasingly
                                   uncomfortable for Jamie to do so.

                                   Finally:

                                   JAMIE
            Five minutes is too long!

                                   BEN
            To not say anything?  Man, do you need to start meditating.

                                   JAMIE
            Whatever.

                                   BEN
            The point was not just to stop talking.  It was to see what
            "comes to you" when you quiet the mind.

                                   Jamie's Father appears again, upstage
                                   and in vague lighting.

                                   Jamie, fidgeting, acknowledges the
                                   image.

                                   JAMIE
            I'd rather some things didn't come to me.

                                   BEN
            Is this a specific father memory, or just generic judging and
            minimizing?

                                   JAMIE
            How do you know these things without me saying anything?

                                   BEN
            I could tell you, but then I'd have to kill you.

                                   JAMIE
            Actually, what came to mind was the last letter he ever wrote
            me.

                                   BEN
            He was a doctor, right?

                                   JAMIE
            Yes.

                                   BEN
            I thought they only wrote prescriptions.

                                   JAMIE
            I had written him a letter first, after a particularly
            unpleasant four-scotch dinner.

                                   BEN
            Was that two for you and two for him?

                                   JAMIE
            No, that was four and zero.  I just wrote him that I was
            uncomfortable around his drinking, and asked that we see each
            other for lunch next time instead of dinner.  He never drank
            during the day because of work.

                                   BEN
                          (ironic)
            And he was grateful for the feedback?

                                   Jamie's Father comes to life, speaking
                                   what was in the letter, with his Latin
                                   accent.

                                   FATHER
            Nobody tells me what to do, least of all you!  I have never
            respected anything you've done with your life.  We will never
            see each other, talk, or write again in this lifetime. 
            Adios!

                                   Jamie's Father fades out.

                                   BEN
            That hurt.

                                   JAMIE
            No kidding.

                                   BEN
            On this level.

                                   Jamie stares at him.  And continues to
                                   stare.

                                   BEN (CONT'D)
            Nothing to say?

                                   JAMIE
            I'm waiting for something to "come to me."

                                   BEN
            Oh, it came to you a while ago.

                                   JAMIE
            Fuck you!

                                   BEN
            There we go.

                                   JAMIE
            He screwed me royally, and you want to minimize it!

                                   BEN
            Any screwing he did of you--and maybe there was a mountain of
            it--only happened in this illusion.  And it only hurts in
            this illusion.

                                   JAMIE
            But it hurts...

                                   BEN
            Granted.  And--in the illusion--get someone to hold you. 
            Hell, I'll hold you all you want.  But I wouldn't be doing
            right by you if I didn't remind you that it's not real.

                                   JAMIE
            What if it's real but what you're preaching isn't?

                                   BEN
            Well, it's one or the other.  There isn't a lot of wiggle
            room here.  Either it's all illusion, or none of it is.

                                   JAMIE
            Are you gonna send me off now, until I decide what I believe
            in?

                                   BEN
            And bring up all your daddy abandonment issues?  No way,
            little amigo.  Stay as long as you like.  Get some of that
            holding now, if you want it.

                                   Jamie tentatively stands and comes over
                                   to Ben, who opens his arms.  Jamie
                                   climbs into his embrace, allowing
                                   himself to be held and vulnerable. 
                                   There is, surprisingly, nothing sexual
                                   about it.

                                   CROSS FADE to Sara on her cell phone.

                                   SARA
            Listen, Jamie, call me when you get a chance.  I've been
            asked to offer you a job...if you want it.
			
			
			

            SCENE 4
			
            Music up on instrumental sequence from CIGARETTES AND
            CHOCOLATE MILK by Rufus Wainwright.

                                   Dancers are doing steps in rehearsal
                                   clothes.  Robbie is being hoisted by
                                   two other dancers, above a group of
                                   dancers writhing around on the ground.

                                   Jamie watches from the side, and cues
                                   the music out.

                                   JAMIE
            No, I'm not liking that.

                                   He is tense, and the dancers are
                                   clearly exhausted.

                                   JAMIE (CONT'D)
            I need to find some way to get you elevated higher...

                                   Upstage, LIGHTS COME UP on Jamie's
                                   Father, looking at him disapprovingly.

                                   Jamie averts his gaze from this, even
                                   more tense now.

                                   The dancers try and hoist Robbie
                                   higher, but it is too difficult and
                                   they are too tired.

                                   ROBBIE
            Jamie, I don't think we can do this.  How 'bout if we use a
            ladder or something instead?

                                   JAMIE
            Nobody tell me what to do, least of all you!

                                   The Dancers pull back from this
                                   outburst, going inward and averting
                                   gaze.  Robbie looks surprised and
                                   wounded.

                                   In a spot midway between Jamie and the
                                   Father, a golden column of light fades
                                   up.

                                   Jamie, looking into Robbie's eyes,
                                   makes the connection to the words he's
                                   just uttered.

                                   His demeanor changes entirely as the
                                   Father image fades out.  Jamie puts his
                                   hands on Robbie's shoulders
                                   empathetically.

                                   JAMIE
            Robbie, I'm so sorry...

                                   ROBBIE
                          (surprised to hear an apology)
            That's...okay...

                                   JAMIE
                          (with new calm)
            Let's take it back thirty-two counts.  We'll figure this out.

                                   SCENE 5
            Sara, dressed for evening, is at a podium, addressing a large
            (unseen) gathering.

                                   SARA
            They asked me to introduce the entertainment portion of
            tonight's function because--well, it's my significant other
            who put it together.   When the organizing committee asked me
            to see if he was interested, I thought it seemed pretty
            unlikely he'd want to choreograph something for the Region
            Three Convention of Independent Psychotherapists and Family
            Counselors.  But life is full of surprises, and so is Jamie. 
            And since I have been barred from the rehearsal studios, this
            is a surprise to me also.  So...presenting the Jamie Montes
            dance company.

                                   CROSS FADE to center stage.  Music
                                   begins to CIGARETTES AND CHOCOLATE MILK
                                   by Rufus Wainwright.

                                   The Dancers enter and perform a piece
                                   about addiction and freedom. 
                                   Robbie alternates between being caught
                                   up in the vortex, and climbing a ladder
                                   and looking down on it from a detached
                                   perspective.

                                   He also spends time on a "therapist's
                                   couch," as "demons" circle around him. 
                                   A Dancer resembling Jamie's father
                                   pounces atop Robbie on the couch.  The
                                   demon dancers eventually pick him up
                                   off the couch and take him elsewhere. 
                                   He looks back and sees that other
                                   demons are engulfing the therapist as
                                   well.

                                   At the end of the dance, Robbie is once
                                   again involved in the vortex, but he
                                   ends by partially lifting himself up
                                   toward the ladder.

                                   CROSS FADE to Sara and Jamie--both in
                                   evening clothes--coming together at the
                                   party.

                                   JAMIE
            Hi.

                                   SARA
            Well...I've been getting a lot of reaction from my colleagues
            to the dance number.

                                   JAMIE
            Really?

                                   SARA
            Yeah.  Most of them want to know if you're currently in
            treatment.

                                   JAMIE
            And...what do you think?

                                   SARA
            Jamie, I think you're working things through.

                                   JAMIE
            I guess that's...diplomatic.

                                   SARA
            I'm not trying to be diplomatic.  I'm trying to love you.

                                   JAMIE
            Don't strain yourself.

                                   SARA
            Are you trying to pick a fight?

                                   JAMIE
            No.  I just want you to tell me what you really think.

                                   SARA
            Okay.  I do think you're working something through.  You're
            working through your hesitancy to completely commit to
            something insane.  You present therapists as just as
            vulnerable to demons as their patients, and the only true
            salvation comes from escaping humanity altogether.

                                   JAMIE
            Gee...I'm glad it was so clear.

                                   SARA
            It's very clear, Jamie.  And so was your desperate need to
            have your father love you instead of attack you.

                                   JAMIE
            Your point being?

                                   SARA
            I didn't get how strong your need for male approval was until
            Ben came along.

                                   JAMIE
            You're saying you think--?

                                   SARA
            You would do anything to get him to approve of you, to love
            you...to want you.  If he was selling shampoo instead of
            "this is all an illusion," you'd have your dancers washing
            their hair instead of climbing ladders to redemption.

                                   JAMIE
            That's what you really believe?

                                   SARA
            Yes.  But it's not what I know.

                                   Jamie gives her a look of "what the
                                   hell?"

                                   SARA (CONT'D)
            What I know is far less quantifiable.  I don't know if
            there's a God.  I don't know if this is all an illusion.  I
            don't even know whether you're really dissociating under
            Ben's influence, or coming to the deepest truths of life. 
            But I do know how I feel.

                                   JAMIE
            And you feel like I'm going insane.

                                   SARA
            No.  I feel your joy exploring these new ideas.  I think I
            even feel moments of peace and self-acceptance coming from
            you...which I never felt before.  So that leaves me trying to
            maneuver between what I believe, what I feel, and what I know
            -and don't know.

                                   JAMIE
            Yeah...there's a lot of that going around.

                                   SARA
            If I were treating you, Jamie, it would be my ethical
            obligation to honor what I believe and what I've been trained
            to do.  But you're not my patient...you're the man I love.  I
            didn't want to make this a stupid drama about Ben and me
            competing for your affections.  And I don't want to make this
            a drama--albeit a more interesting one--about Ben's ideas and
            my ideas competing for your reality.

                                   JAMIE
            Not to look a gift-horse in the mouth, but...doesn't that
            mean you don't love me enough to fight for me?

                                   SARA
            Fighting is so...last century.  Hmm...if only.  Honestly, if
            I don't have the proof that where you're headed is wrong, how
            can I place myself on the other side of this argument?

                                   JAMIE
            Then work it through with me, Sara.

                                   SARA
            I can't.  I don't have the same feeling you have--wherever it
            comes from, right or wrong--so I can't go on that journey
            with you.  But if it adds up to something, I'll be right here
            to learn about it.

                                   JAMIE
            And if it adds up to nothing...

                                   SARA
            Jamie, for the love of God, don't go there!  I'm taking under
            advisement Ben's idea of getting out of duality, so don't
            fight me on it and make more drama.

                                   JAMIE
            I really love you.

                                   SARA
                          (dryly)
            Yes...that's my evil plan.  To make things so non
            oppositional that you can't help but love me.  Mwa-ha-haaa.

                                   JAMIE
            I can't tell if you're joking or serious.

                                   SARA
            Neither can I, honey.

                                   Music intro starts up to MAKE YOUR OWN KIND OF MUSIC
                                   by Cass Elliot.

                                   Jamie takes Sara's hand, and they begin
                                   dancing closely, tenderly.

                                   Robbie and Sandra--dressed similarly to
                                   Jamie and Sara, but with a 1960s
                                   interpretation--begin to dance around
                                   them, a bit more wildly.

                                   Robbie breaks away from Sandra and
                                   begins to dance on his own, freely. 
                                   Soon, Jamie moves away from Sara and
                                   walks contemplatively.

                                   Bradley--dressed in a '60s version of
                                   what Ben will shortly wear--enters and
                                   begins to dance next to Robbie.  Their
                                   dancing becomes closer as Jamie enters
                                   Ben's home, and Jamie and Ben kiss.

                                   Lights go down on all other areas as
                                   Robbie and Bradley dance an
                                   increasingly intense pas de deux.

                                   As the song ends, the dancers exit and
                                   lights come up on Ben's bed.  Jamie
                                   lies in Ben's arms, post-coital.

                                   Ben is calmly looking within a book.

                                   BEN
            Here it is.  It's this thing Derek Jarman wrote.  He was this
            gay filmmaker.  "Until I'd enjoyed being fucked I had not
            reached balanced manhood.  When I meet heterosexual men I
            know they have experienced only half of love."

                                   JAMIE
            That's...impresionante.

                                   BEN
            Are you getting all Hispanic on me?

                                   JAMIE
            I guess I'm more bilingual now that I've reached balanced
            manhood.

                                   Lights come up upstage on Jamie's
                                   Father.

                                   FATHER
            Do you want a man's penis penetrating you in the rectum?  Is
            that what you want?!

                                   Jamie tenses up, and Ben notices. He
                                   holds Jamie, as lights fade down on
                                   Jamie's Father.

                                   BEN
            So, Sara actually used the term "non-oppositional"?

                                   JAMIE
            Huh?...Oh. Yeah.

                                   BEN
            That must feel very freeing, knowing that she's not going to
            be your adversary.

                                   JAMIE
            Well...it freed me up for this.  Though I'm not sure it's
            what she was anticipating.

                                   BEN
            And I hope you have the sense that I'm not your adversary
            either.

                                   JAMIE
            Yes.

                                   BEN
            So I guess there's only one person left to get non
            oppositional with.

                                   Jamie looks at him, unsure.

                                   JAMIE
            Can you do that with someone who's dead?

                                   Ben turns out the light and pulls Jamie
                                   into a snuggle position, preparing to
                                   sleep.

                                   BEN
            There's only one way to find out.

                                   They both close their eyes.

                                   Music intro comes up to ME MUERO, ME MUERO
	                           by Carlos Ponce.

                                   Jamie's eyes dart open, but Ben remains
                                   still.

                                   Jamie gets out of bed, naked.

                                   Two Male Dancers enter, strutting in a
                                   proudly Latin manner.  They are dressed
                                   very bullfighter/Flamenco.

                                   Two Female Dancers, also dressed
                                   Spanish, enter and help Jamie dress in
                                   his own tight Spanish costume.

                                   The FDs exit and Jamie does a face-off
                                   dance with the two MDs. Some steps are
                                   reminiscent of the original face-off
                                   between the monkey and the secret agent
                                   in the opening dance.

                                   When Jamie has triumphed over the MDs,
                                   he then must face his great challenge,
                                   as lights come up upstage on the dancer
                                   representing Jamie's Father.

                                   Jamie does not have the same strength
                                   or bravado facing the Father, and is
                                   becoming weaker as the confrontation
                                   progresses.  Finally, he rips off the
                                   mask from the Father dancer, and
                                   reveals that it is Robbie.  There is a
                                   stunned moment as Jamie realizes he has
                                   been fighting against "himself."

                                   As Jamie dances lovingly with Robbie, a
                                   gold aura comes up on the area. 
                                   Jamie's dancing becomes freer and more
                                   joyous.  He dances happily, robustly
                                   with the other dancers.

                                   Then Jamie does a quick double-turn
                                   upstage and sees the true figure of his
                                   father.  There is a moment of fear and
                                   doubt as they are left alone on the
                                   stage together.

                                   But the Father opens his arms to Jamie
                                   and gives him an unabashedly loving
                                   embrace.

                                   Jamie, joyous, bids goodbye to the
                                   Father.  Lights go down on the Father
                                   and back up on Ben asleep in bed. 
                                   Jamie gently tucks himself back into
                                   Ben's arms as the music ends.

                                   Fade down on scene.
								   
								   
								   

            SCENE 6
            
			                       
                                   In the darkness we come in on the
                                   "audio portion" of Ben's lecture.

                                   BEN (V.O.)
            In his book, "Your Immortal Reality," Gary Renard writes of
            his experiences, "Suddenly I felt weightless as my body
            disappeared. There was nothing to see, only an experience of
            total awareness. The ecstasy of what I was experiencing was
            beyond words. It was the experience of revelation, and I
            didn't know if I could stand the joy."

                                   LIGHTS UP on Ben at the pulpit.

                                   BEN
            Do you want a piece of that?
                          (beat)
            It's not a trick question.

                                   Music intro begins to THIS MOMENT by
                                   Kristin Chenoweth.

                                   CROSS FADE to lights up on a single
                                   Dancer, then two, then more.

                                   Then Jamie joins them, somehow more
                                   whole and complete than he has ever
                                   been before.

                                   Sara enters and Jamie does a dance of
                                   "completion" with her, happy yet
                                   somehow bittersweet.  He does a similar
                                   dance with Ben, as if saying goodbye.

                                   Sara and Ben stand at either side as
                                   Jamie dances with the other Dancers in
                                   the center of the stage.

                                   As the song reaches its climax, the
                                   dancers move in front of Jamie,
                                   blocking him from the audience. 
                                   A column of golden light comes up
                                   strongly in the spot where Jamie must
                                   be standing, behind the other dancers.

                                   On the last note of the song
                                   ("...gone"), the dancers split center,
                                   and show that Jamie has disappeared
                                   from the spot, leaving the golden
                                   column empty.

                                   Lights go down on the rest of the
                                   stage.  During the final notes of the
                                   song, lights fade on the golden column.
								   
								   
								   

                                   END OF PLAY


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