Pieces Falling Together Act2

Act 2 scene i
Gwen’s Apartment

enter Gwen and Mika

    Gwen- So I have to ask dear Mika, what news.
You haven’t spoken of Alex for days
Wonders I how it fucking goes with you
As you seem not so fucking filled with rue.

      Mika- And what thinks you that I can even do
When I am but an abandoned idea?
It was I who courted and won his heart,
Like a dark horse riding hard through the night.
His interest in her was long before I,
Even though Sarah couldn’t see his preening.
Now they’re together, engine and caboose
And I was the train station that linked them.
Well I know I can fucking over brood,
But the issue will not change, thus I’m finished.
It seems to me counter-productive thinking
It’ll end when I still run it through my head.
Rather fantasize over golden dreams
And times that, though rough, were far more serene.
So my dearest lady, so sweet and crass
Forget about Alex, that fucking ass.

    Gwen- My only thoughts of him are in regards to you
So do not stick your sharp fucking tongue at me.
Do not feel bad that freedom you’ve regained
Instead rejoice that he’s denied of you.
Now bring forth these fucking dreams and spread them
Upon the floor for me to read about;
And I’ll lead your smile in a fucking rout.

    Mika- You seem well inclined to cheering me up,
Yet worry you not, time is still best cure;
With her passing I’ll come to terms with them.
And now you expect through some charity
That I’ll tell of dreams almost forgotten
You’ll bait me with an apple that’s rotten.

    Gwen- No need for the using of Snow White’s hex;
Rest assured I’d hear of things not Alex.

      Mika- Even if that rang with the sound of truth
I am not sure my golden memories
Could withstand furious Owen’s shotgun wit.
I’m feeling silly having brought it up.
I think I’ve been through too much fucking hell
To deal with your taunting if I should tell.

      Gwen- I may have a lot of fun at your expense,
Yet you have all of my heart that’s not Paul’s;
And, I would really like to fucking hear
My dear friend’s visions of her longed for past.
So open up my sweet little oyster,
Let loose those dreams from their close kept cloister.

      Mika- Not original are mine fucking dreams
Which echo far beyond a dreamer’s walls.
To those remembered aspects still so clear.
Mine is the story of the everyman
Who reads her future visions from her past.
I retrace the lines of adolescence
As though memory might change the present.
‘Tis the boy next door wrapped tight in regret;
That stain’d memory which got away.
He was the brother of my then dear friend
Who lived but a house away those many years.
Think I went there more for him then for her;
I can’t recall the name that fits the face.
We moved and left that golden dream behind
Leaving a voice too soft to mine ears find.

      Gwen- You have more passion lying in this dream
Than you ever fucking bore for Alex.
That, beyond all fucking else, shows to me
How deep and wrong that relation had been.
Am glad for you that fucking ending’s come.
Impart to me more of this your pure dream
So that I may sit before your story
Warmed as a fucking summer breeze goes by,
Healed by proxy what love cannot deny.

      Mika- So fucking weird that I dream of him still.
Long the distance of years that separate
Us from the words we had seldom spoken.
Yet still lingers in my mind this vision
Of which my newly born and bred freedom
Only serves to see that dream re-woken.
Now I think, as ash tapped out of the bowl,
Alex was not the man who’d make me whole.

    Gwen- We need find you someone to stir your heart.
Someone not so distant as olden dream.
Need get you out to new fucking places
To meet new people and see new faces.

    Mika- It seems to me a well proposed idea
To some new path walk and fresh people find;
Perhaps only reaped from what seeds did sow.
Should change and to one of your concerts go.

    Gwen- First must come to dinner on the morrow
For fucking Sean will be here to rehearse.
Will have a great fucking bash, you and I
As Sean will by Paul be soon closeted
That his painting might find an end at last.
Thus we to practice, to eat, and to paint
In one fell swoop will conquer them all,
So come and make it a grand fucking ball.

    Mika- Would love to, but I cannot fucking come
For a class does stand fast before my way.
Tomorrow is my most fili’d schedual
To prep for the finals that’re coming soon.
Pray, lay then some other date at my feet
Some time and function I can fucking meet.

    Gwen- Will know soon enough when we’ve a concert
And it’ll be for you to that venue get.
But I fucking swear it’s you’re fucking loss;
I don’t want to show you who’s fucking boss.

    Mika- Some things take priority over wants,
And getting out of school among the most.
So speaking, I must retreat once again
To a similar call as the morrow’s;
I have a long study group I’d not skip.
Tis the dharma that makes one bite her lip.

      Gwen- Hard to understand that none has my life,
That other’s dreams require a different mind.
Still, I’ll fucking lay down the fucking law
If you miss another fucking concert.
So saying, go, for Karma is the kiss
That heals the things Dharma would make us miss.

    Mika- That’s the truth, sometimes we must take the lime.
Give me a call and we’ll anchor a time.

exit Mika


Act 2 scene ii
Kali’s Records

enter Mika

    Simon- Hey there pretty miss, welcome to Kali’s
We’ll do what ever we can to you please.

    Mika- Thanks to you, but I’m just browsing for now
As I’m new and these aisles yet to plow.

    Simon- Take as much time as you might need to find
Such music as tempts your discerning mind.

enter Gwen and Paul

    Gwen- Hello there Simon, where is our dear Sean?
Has that bastard once again left and gone?

    Simon- Indeed you did just miss him on the way
As his shift did come to an end today.
Did not say where he was going for food
Yet know he is to stop where coffee brews.
Did you hear that Sarah who tends Ground Down
Has found herself a newly minted beau.
I’m surprised it took her so ef’ing long;
Was begining to think something was wrong.

    Gwen- Well that is a fucking sordid tale well known.
The asshole who’s her man was freshly picked
Just after he dismissed my fucking friend.
I care not whether you like her or no
But if you like’th not your fucking life
Continue and I’ll bring it to an end;
For whether nice or no, her I prepend.

      Mika- Oh shut your fucking mouth, my dear
Gwen And leave hatred, if hatred’s due, to me.
Your ire is wasted on that fallen friend
And the man who has taken her to bed.
So unless you’d wring tears out of me
Let her no more in conversation be.

    Paul- This dear Simon is our sweet friend Mika
Whose recent tidings gave rise to the fire
Which you see carried by Gwen so freely;
Best avoid that topic if you ask me.

    Simon- Pray forgive the fucking ill informed fool
For I didn’t mean to either temper bait.
Any friend of Gwen or Paul is one of mine,
And the usual arousal of hate
Does solely bend to well intentioned mirth.
So pray forgive, I knew not this story’s birth.

    Mika- Well see here Simon, ignorance is bliss
Thus your faux pas I willingly dismiss.

    Simon- Then you’re a gracious friend well met indeed
To count not against what errant words fly.
But now I must return and work some more,
So pray now holler ere you find the door.

    Gwen- No worries mate, we’ll strike you down ere long.
Forgive me Mika what words escaped in haste
Yet it’s a saddle burr that drives me mad
When my mind wanders to that most foul wench.
Not all do share my well adjusted hate,
But in truth it is far too fucking late.

    Mika- I ask you not to wage this war for me,
Is he not chained while I am fucking free?

    Gwen- Yet free of him is still not free at all
For you did quite miss our last night’s party
And now Sean is not here for you to meet.
Getting you laid is quite a fucking feat.

    Mika- I came not here expecting him to see.
Perhaps though we’ll meet the next time you play.
If you are to set down a concert date
Impart then to me what details are made
So that whether my schedual fits or no;
I may get out and to your concert go.

      Gwen- Hey Simon, did Sean set down plans with you?
Are we then to play in full at Past Due?

      Simon- The date has well been set as Sean would tell,
But only just today so no message
Has reached your ears of the newly struck deal;
He thought to interrupt your evening meal.

      Gwen- That is so fucking great to fucking hear,
Does this mean, Mika, that there you’ll appear?

    Mika- Indeed, so long as finals stand aside
I would attend what I have left untried.

    Gwen- At last will draw Mika into the net
Which have time and again against her set.

      Paul- Baited and failed through no fault of our own,
As though her schedual were written in stone.

    Mika- And well you know how true that statement is
When I so seek the end of my schooling.
How then can I achieve this high set goal
If I crashed instead ‘gainst temptation’s shoal?

    Paul- We ask of you to come once a blue moon
To see them sing and to dance to their tune.

    Gwen- Do not fret as I understand the bait
When memory replaces unknown joy.
So Mika, what brings you shopping today
To this place you have never before been.
Is it due to a freshly acquired hate
That time at last carries you through this gate?

    Mika- I usually venture to study
Where I can wage war ‘gainst the caffeine beast,
And having won, to return to schooling.
I would love to hate yonder coffee bitch,
But I have come here not to her avoid;
Time has never allowed me come before.
Today however is a different day
As no classes beckon me to learning.
So I have come here to do something new
Where there are people who don’t make me blue.

    Gwen- You come to Kali’s to avoid the shit
And here are we who would fucking give it.

    Mika- Clearly you can see my plan did not fail
As I would eagerly call to either.
We cannot steer clear of those we hold dear
Nor can we avoid those whom we should hate.
Thus today does prove both of my points well;
Hence do I accept both heaven and hell.

    Paul- Well then seeing as you’ve no class going
Come with us to a matinee showing.

    Gwen- Yes, and I’ll get concert details from Sean
When he calls to interrupt our dinner.
Meanwhile you shall go unrestrained with us
To the honest entertainment we’ll find.
And if you quarrel with said company
I shall pelt you with many a penny.

    Mika- Well if I am to be chased by coppers
I would rather to have done something wrong.
Let us leave this poor Simon far behind
As we chase through movies the Golden Hind.

    Simon- Sure leave me here alone to work away
As some slave to the dollar bill I’m paid.
When the next I do see any of you
I expect a full report and review.

      Gwen- You are a very silly fool my friend
Yet we’ll tell if said film we’d recommend.

exit Gwen Paul and Mika

    Simon- Kali’s Records we’ve the skulls for your ears,
Hey Boss, no, that one always disappears.


Act 2 scene iii
Ground Down

enter Sean


    Sarah- What ho Sean, ‘tis another busy day.
Need you some drink before you’re on your way?

    Sean- We were not so busy as you, it seems
So do need a drink to return my brain
To some state bordering upon awake.
See how the business is keeping me alive?
So tell me as you to my coffee tend
What of this news I’ve heard of a boyfriend?

    Sarah- I suppose Simon has been spreading seeds
Like many rumors upon fertile grounds.
Yet this rumor I can confirm as true.
I never thought there would be such ado.

    Sean- Well you should know how close our stores exist
Like some twin siblings standing apart
Whose very lives are entwined together.
Who is this boy emerging from the heather?

    Sarah- Well, since you really want know, I’ll tell.
This sweet boy recently came to my door
Though we have known each other a long time.
He’s a suave EMT who needs such drinks
As produced at our first introduction.
I am that maiden on the battle lines
Who brings liquid life to the fighting men,
Here you go honey, three dollars and ten.

    Sean- Sounds like a good deal of saving for both.
My band’s playing at the end of the week,
You should bring this new found soldier along
So you can all enjoy our punk rock song.

    Sarah- Well, I know my schedual is clear to go,
But of my boy’s, I’ll have to let you know.

    Sean- Kick ass, just show up if you can attend,
“Tis at Past Due where Simon does bartend.

exit Sean

    Sarah- Sweet, I needed a reason to go out;
If I can bring my EMT about.