[Set-bare. Make the audience think a bit. ‘Door’ centre stage. Lights up. Purposeful march to door. Go to knock and fake out. Go to knock again, fake out. Go to knock again, fake out and turn to the audience]
Okay. It can’t be that difficult. I mean it’s just knocking on a door. It’s like picking up a phone. Only, on the phone, you don’t have to fix your hair and your makeup. You can lie around in sweats, and make stupid faces in the mirror. However, this is a house visit. More personal, where I had to wear a dress and look super-awesome. It’s tiring, really. I should have just left his jacket where I found it…behind the bleachers. I mean I dropped my phone down there last Friday night during the game, and I had to go get my phone.
Anyway, it’s just a varsity jacket. It’s not like it’s important or anything, is it? And if it were, he probably should have taken better care of it, right? Of course, I’m the book girl. I barely know what varsity is, let alone what it does, and why is it so important that it needs a jacket?
I should just go back home. I mean, I could get some hot chocolate, blast my music and dream about what could have been. Or maybe he’ll be a nice person. I’ve seen him around school, and he actually seems like a jerk. But you never know, he could be nice. And I could be a princess.
I don’t understand why I want to do this anyway. I could have just passed it off to Bobby at school, then it would go to William, then Luke, then Jason, then finally to him. I guess it could get lost along the way, and it is a varsity jacket, whatever that means.
He could be a jerk, or really, really misunderstood. I guess it really is like what FDR said. [Pause. Knock on door] The only thing to fear id fear itself. [black out]
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