Pieces Falling Together Act 3

Act 3 scene i
Gwen’s Apartment

enter Mika and Paul

    Paul- Hello Mika, thanks for meeting me here,
Have a few things left to finish, I fear.

    Mika- Would be lying to say that came a shock.
So seldom do you keep your time frame straight
That I am not expecting any less.
But if you’re not ready, I’ll go alone
As I’ve gotten really fucking eager
To rectify my meager social life.
And I promised Gwen that schedualed or no
To this concert I did intend to go.

      Paul- Well we often tried to coax you outside
So that you cannot blame on us, Mika
Though like Gwen, I can well understand why
The needs of schooling you cannot deny.

    Mika- So do we meet Gwen later at Past Due
Such that I am riding along with you?

    Paul- Indeed, she tries to get there before Sean.
It’s a little contest they have running
Which serves well in getting Gwen there on time.
Sean has learned that she moves much quicker
When she’s got something on the fucking line.
Speaking of that boy, do you want to see
What I did most recent complete of him;
Made me finish after the sky went dim.

    Mika- Why Paul it would be my pleasure to see
Your latest work that’s reached entirity.

    Paul- I was just finishing the last details;
It’s so nice to be done with this at last.
Why are you snickering at me like that;
Pray tell what it is you are laughing at.

    Mika- Sweet Paul, I do not laugh at your painting.
And be certain I’m not laughing at you,
I love it, you’ve done a wonderful job
And the golden aura shows him off well.
No, dear Paul, what I’m laughing at is life
And this my first of all glances at Sean
Tells me loads without showing me his face,
I laugh instead at the threads Fate does lace.

    Paul- That is funnier than all fucking hell.
I thought his emotions showed while playing
So bade him play for me whilst I painted.
So well did brush dance with the weaving bow
In that improv of artistic notions
That never realized how he I did paint.
My brush through his cello thought to impart.
What his face did then display of his heart,
Mika- And well have you done the job, my dear Paul,
Though I confess his aspect amuses.
To see someone I thought was so punk rock
So classically posed by your brush’s stroke
Answers few questions and shows more than asked.
Well I understand the way of these things,
And all that’s due to my great fucking luck.
Entering Past Due, Sean’ll turn a duck.
Paul- ‘Tis a blue fucking moon, it could happen.
Lady Gwen and the world’s first punk rock duck.
That would prove an interesting duet.
Did Gwen ever tell how we fucking met?

    Mika- She has not though I’ve wondered it often.
That such a streamlined rocker girl could gain
Such a full and wildly batch of comrades;
Quite contrary to her presented face.
What contrivence of hers so united
Where all others were ruthlessly smiled?

    Paul- Long years ago, afore her college bout
That cute fucking punk rock chick laid to waste
The thrill filled life of an Irish Rover.
Her path came “cross a smarting figure, Sean,
Who’s wild woes of sorrow arc’ed the square
With harsh strewn notes from his aching cello.
Gwen, the loony wench that she’s always been
Sat and sang a spell though no words did sound
And from what I hear of that soulful tune
No one could here that song and shed no tears.
From conversation struck they formed their band
Such that her penniless ass graced his couch.
Their meeting changed her fucking life so much;
Something which I’ll always be grateful for.
Our paths first crossed in a curious den
Where the young and endangered children play
Through the pangs and aches of drug filled withdrawals.
Sean, as it so turned out, had a brother
Who’s life was not so classically serene
And who’s death release’d Gwen from that scene.

    Mika- Was Sean playing because his brother’s death?
Did you know Gwen before his sorrowed song?
How comes it that your lives finally joined
And brought to your hearts what your minds had coined?

    Paul- Gwen I did not meet til later, as such;
And the brother’s fate was as yet unknown.
I was much the same starving artist seen,
For that same hue still colours thus mine life;
Yet then my work embraced different themes
And my art began where young lives redeem.

    Mika- So you plied your paints in that lonely home.
I guess Sean’s brother did there finally roam.

    Paul- He sought a shameless place to meet old death.
He felt he should not his family burden
With what was a sad and untimely end.
Through my brushes I his last portrait plied.
I met Sean inside those now empty walls
And relayed, as bidden, his final words.
Sean became much involved in our brave cause
And arranged for us a great benefit.
His empassioned call brought out many bands
And raised much money for our quiet house.
Even in such troubling times as that,
Those Fates you speak of warm a chill’ed heart.
It was there that Gwen and I first did meet,
And though bitter, Sean did our joy entreat.

    Mika- Was Sean bitter in the wake of sorrow
Or was there some other source for his woe?

    Paul- Perhaps some sorrow was relived that day,
But his bitterness came of losing Gwen.
He loved her from the day she sang along
And he could never figure out what went wrong.

    Mika- Yet you are all still good friends to this day,
Obviously got over dismay.

    Paul- He and I have only just made amends
Though we were never fully on bad terms.
His, though, is the first portrait since that day
When I his brother sent heaven’s way.

    Mika- I did not think that you were working still,
Thought you only painted what writers quill.

    Paul- Aye, but the dreams of mine and others fade
And our greatest strengths sometimes slip away.
By holding death so closely to my breast
I could no longer see what gold there lay;
The house that healed had become death for me.
No more portraits could my brushes fulfill;
To paint someone was to love them deeply
And though I loved, ‘twas with a different heart.
And until that wound was finally healed,
My heart was from most other people sealed.

    Mika- Had no idea that river ran so deep,
And hearing it thus, makes me want to weep.

    Paul- Shush, there is no fucking need for that;
My heart has healed, and forgiveness granted.
See now that Sean’s is the first of many,
As my soul may at last to my art tend.
These dark threads do create our livelihood;
Pain is depth as colour is happiness.
You can surely see why Gwen takes things in;
My loony wench so loves causing din.

    Mika- Loony fucking wench is fucking right Paul
And I suppose we best heed to her call.

    Paul- Indeed, we’ve no need to add to the strife
Which she is so ready to feed upon.
I’m sorry I have caused such a delay;
Poorly tend the garden, reap only weeds.
Come on, we’re to have some fucking fun,
As we add colour to your life and Gwen’s;
You have made her day by coming along;
She’s even prepared a new fucking song.

exit Paul and Mika

Act 3 scene ii
Past Due

enter Sean

      Sean- Hey Simon, you’ve been busy I’d surmise,
As little have I seen you work Kali’s.
Hope it’s all been preparation for us
That’s keeping our mighty bartender thus.

    Simon- That’s so fucking true it’s no fucking joke,
And since now I must be coping with you,
This week is being stretched beyond the seas.
My fortunate retreats to Jessica
Saved my life from being a living hell
Were you the sole highlight, I’d bitch and yell.

    Sean- If we were the highlight, I’d pity you.
At least you can listen to our music;
And impress the ladies by singing along
Whilst amiably tending to their drinks.
Garrunteed you’ll have better luck than I.
Speaking of such ladies dear to us,
I did the female from Ground Down invite.
Sarah was to ask her boyfriend to come
So they may or may not make the show,
But it would be fun and I thought you should know.

    Simon- That is a very funny line my friend,
That said Sarah would to this concert show;
I confess ‘twould be worth seeing Gwen’s face.
What Sean, why do you look upon me thus?
Pray tell me you’re fucking joking of this...
Oh my, will be a cat-fight I’d not miss.

    Sean- What are you so ranting about Simon,
It’s Sarah, what makes it wrong and not fun?

    Simon- How could you not know what hit’s Gwen so deep?
Sarah is the girl from whom recent ire woke
And her boy is he who most recent threw
Aside Gwen’s own closest conifidante.
How can I be more in the loop then you
Who has known her since ere the sky turned blue?

      Sean- There is but one word that comes to mind, fuck –
Partnered in crime with colloquiel shit.
Gwen did speak of this setting off of things
Yet she spoke not any names I’d know.
It’s Gwen speaking of bastards and bitches
That I’d not know who the fucking witch is.

    Simon- Most detailed is her way of speaking not.
Twill admit the only reason I know
Lies in Gwen ranting at my mere mention
Of she who’s at the crux of our issue.
Why worry though, there’s little to be done,
Even if there’s drama, we will have fun.

    Sean- Sure it’s easy for you to say, Simon;
Your neck won’t be dangling from the noose.
We’d better put on a good fucking show;
Could be the last concert to which I go.

    Simon- Gwen could not ask a better friend than you
Yet her friend Mika comes hither also
Adding another fuse that may ignite.
I do not envy your bare feet this night.

    Sean- Indeed, it seems I have replaced the coals;
Now broken glass and eggshells lie await.
I think I envy the trapoise artist
Whose life depends upon the net below.
I must now fly without said safety net
And hope of my partner’s still willing arm.
I hope you’ll have a ready pint awaiting
Before I face the Fate’s I’ve been baiting.

    Simon- At least can see the dangerous path ahead;
You might not be avoiding the rocks
Yet knowing they are there may help you steer.
My girl is working at Da Balm’s tonight,
Where I’ll venture at the end of my shift.
Should go together when all has been loaded
And defuse what was left unexploded.

    Sean- I may be wanting strong drink ‘stead of food
If I survive Gwen’s prevailing mood.

    Simon- Your death may be at the hands of women,
Yet do not fret for beautiful are all.
Think Sarah’s nice and Gwen is better still
Yet that Mika would break any man’s will.

    Sean- Carve that on my tombstone if there’s the need,
For I must to Gwen and my case now plead.

    Simon- Here’s a beer for the settling of nerves,
Though this folly someone fully deserves.

    Sean- Yeah, but you’re going to have to deal with it,
Thanks for the pint, I should tune my shit.

exit Sean

    Simon- Poor bastard’s gonna have a hell’a day;
It’s so much fun watching the children play...


Act 3 scene iii
Da Balm Cafe

enter Alex and Sarah

    Alex- Hullo Jessica, I thought I’d stop by.
We were near and thought too to introduce
To you my girlfriend; this is Sarah,
Sarah, this is my sister Jessica.

    Jessica- Well met, Sarah; so Alex, what goes down?
What brings you unto this, my side of town?

    Alex- We are on our way to see some concert
And since it was in this fine neighborhood
I thought to swing by and give you greeting;
As it’s been a while since our last meeting.

    Jessica- Indeed, to what concert are you going?
Which is the venue that they are showing?

    Sarah- My friend’s band, “Oh So Shaw” does play Past Due,
We’ll be going over there in a few.

    Jessica- “Oh So Shaw” is a kick ass fucking band;
And I have seen them play several times.
My boyfriend Simon works at Past Due,
So mention me and get some drinks for free.
I would go if I weren’t working tonight,
But you have to pick which battles to fight.

    Sarah- I can’t believe your boyfriend is Simon
For I know that self same man from Kali’s.
Tis such a small fucking world going round
To find our circles so closely bound.

    Jessica- The smallness of this world does not surprise,
And not always pleasant to discover
How close together are the linking chains.
Still little brother, enjoy the concert
Though “Oh So Shaw” is not quite to your taste,
Think you’ll have lot’s of fun getting shit-faced.

    Alex- Too kind, sister, to offer us your tab,
And as we’ll likely need to sober up,
I hope we may impose a little more
When we stagger back here and crash your door.

    Jessica- And I would expect nothing less from you.
You may trust that I will be here that late
Just like every other Friday this month
That I might pay my own way through schooling.
Oh hell, I must get back to work, have fun,
And I’ll see you after the concert’s done.

exit Jessica

    Alex- There is some tension between me and her,
And I know not how to remove the bur.

    Sarah- Somethings must let lie for a time, alone,
But these things we may never understand.
Still she has given us free reign tonight
And I’m thinking we should keep the mood light.

    Alex- Well I think there’s naught else that can be done
But to accept her offer and have fun.

exit Alex and Sarah


Act 3 scene iv
Past Due

enter Gwen

    Gwen- So how the fuck is everyone tonight?
Am I surrounded by fucking emos?
Who fucking came here for a fucking show?
Did not think this some fucking concert hall
Where the fucking age’d folk retire cold.
Tis certain I’ve heard more from rich assholes
Then this ragged bunch of fucking bong loads.
Who here came for a fucking kick ass show?
Tis a bar and you fucks need more to drink.
Simon would love to pour some fucking sweets
That we might revel like Dyonisus;
And while arrange’d ere libation poured;
Shall coddle with a sordid fucking tale.
Ere we fucking converged upon this place
Found myself fucking fiending for caffine.
And as I from my headache sought to cleanse
Stumbled into my fucking ex boyfriend.
Well lament my fucking gulible youth
And needed not to this foul scoundrel see.
No more congenial fuck have I meet
Who could veil my eyes to drain my pockets.

enter Alex, Sarah and Punks

Were I some fucking weak ass emo chick
My fucking head by hand would hide away
‘Til said fucking cretin did well and leave.
Well warned were you men of woman’s fury.
So as my scorned hatred began to form,
Cultivated my Theres-ian face
And came upon that wicked fucking man,
Who of course had some woman ‘pon the hand,
And planted square into his fucking gut
The fist through which fury had taken form.
Now though, since drink’s come to my fucking hand,
Do welcome all you to Past fucking Due;
We’re “Oh So Shaw,” let’s play and later we’ll screw!
aside

    Sarah- Oh Shit Alex, tis an odd arrangement
That opens before our unwitting feet.
Well I know Sean who plays, yet more fearful,
Know Gwen who’s voice we’ve just heard an earful.

    Alex- Not alone in this as I know her too.
Yet worry not, Sarah, others aren’t here;
Couldn’t say how I and Mika would be
Given the rough state of our relations,
But that’s an issue for another time.
How right my sister, tis is not my scene
But hopefully Simon’s cooperation
Will yield amble social lubrication.

    Sarah- Cute Alex, then let us be underway
So shying before that well stock’d bar
That we might miss the singer’s roving eye;
I will not tonight any drink deny.

    Alex- Indeed, and well I agree to this idea
Such that with some glass freshly filled for us
I will meet Simon, your bartending friend,
And into this crowd we shall try to blend.

    Sarah- What ho Simon, I’ve missed you at Kali’s,
Know you ass kissing will the boss appease?

    Simon- Sarah what a pleasure to see you here
Who’s the boy in whom I may strike fear?

    Alex- My sister, your girl would call me Alex
And she did most certain bid you relax.

    Simon- Why then by two roads are our paths joined.
He whom you came to see is there on stage;
Curious how he bends so while playing,
Though I’d ask you not to say I said so.
“Oh so Shaw” is a rare treat to enjoy.
What poison for you might my hands employ?

    Alex- I do think to start with a Mind Bender
That the music might my joy engender.

    Sarah- Beg of you something strong to ease my mind
As I ply for information discreet.
Was not aware that Sean to Gwen was linked
And wondered if you her dear friend did know?
There appears to be some unsettled air
Like the dark clouds of an approaching gale,
Should we our misgivings politely veil?

    Simon-I assume that you to Mika refer,
Though of she I’ve only just recent learned.
If you can your quesiness quick conceal
I would suggest that you to this goal should strive;
I have heard that it is her plan to come.
If I am right, she’ll not come armed for war
For the ire in her heart she did resolve;
“Oh so Shaw’s” the point ‘round which we revolve.

    Sarah- I have seen I have with her ill treated
And would hate if those feelings repeated.

    Simon- Worry not, ‘stead listen to our friends play,
You might yet avoid entering the fray.

aside

    First Punk- This is the oddest fucking shit my friend
Never would have thought it so arranged!
To hear a fucking cello blasting so;
That’s some fucking skill to play mad the bow.

    Second Punk- I shit you not, those are classical notes
That rebel in his fucking wicked hands.
The whole fucking band is mad apropos;
‘Tis a musical mutiny they sow.

    Third Punk- That fucking singer is mad fucking hot,
Her voice is the baited hook and I’m caught.

    Second Punk- You’re always onto what’s most important,
Yet surely with looks like that she’s quick to bite.
Pretty faces do not an attitude match
And they will bait your heart to reap your soul.
See her vocals to cello’s mad dancing?
You’d be far outclassed by her romancing.

enter Mika and Paul

    Third Punk- We are always getting burned by someone
Turn me fucking over when this sides done.

    First Punk- And how should we to said conclusion draw?
Well might wait until your skin grows dark,
When your small fucking dick grows long and hard;
But since that time’s another dream away
We must rely upon your flushed red cheeks
To see what comes as adolecence peaks.

    Second Punk- As she’s the singer of this fucking band
I should think she has a man for her hand.

    Third Punk- If I alone dream to kiss of her lips
Than leave to me the follies of mine dreams.
Henceforth whilst you’re lost in musical tones
I’ll be imagining jumping her bones.

    Second Punk- Which is why single you’ll stay to the end
For no woman will even be thy friend.

    Third Punk- And how I mind being fucking single.
You wander around being smart and benign
While I spend all mine time getting laid.
For a punk, my friend, you are far too staid.

    Second Punk- Indeed there’s a fucking difference ‘tween us.
While you think sex is a be all end all
I confess to deeper rooted desires;
I want someone to set my heart on fire.

    First Punk- Aye we do all have our own fucking dreams,
And while some do simply dream of fucking,
Such that the joy, found flees ‘pon waking.
Others want to wake next to one they love.
One’s afraid to love, the other to act;
Both annoy the other by what each lacks
Leaving me to deal with all of the whining.
Now I’m going to fucking move in close
That of their music I might get a dose.

aside

    Mika- My God, what mad patterns the Weavers sow!
That is Sean, and recognize not from paints;
Though your painting did well to that end show.
Instead the voice of memory bears forward
A face that time concealed from mine eye’s view.
Who could have thought that mine dreams might come true!

    Paul- What madness is this that he you do know
Yet can’t recognize his shape on canvas?
Think your words did in kindness ‘lone bestow
Thinking that I could not handle truth’s blow.

    Mika- How could I see the truth of your vision
When I do not percieve the same as you?
There are things the deep memory retains
That presence in time alone could relate.
Did Psyche know her husband in the dark?
How much more than did desire bloom by light,
Carried even through Aphroditie’s door
To find again the blessings of their love.
The light of the soul can no painting gleam
For what is seen is not all that there is.
He is a vision from my longed for past;
A memory seen through rose tinted screens
And even if emotion’s seed is bom;
Do understand my dream from truth was torn.

    Paul- Do speak of echos from a youthful dream
And claim that dream is of fallacy born?
Well can see your flushed cheeks as you recall
The fever that coloured those teenage years.
What wish you then from this vision reclaimed
That you would so seek your beating heart tamed.

    Mika- Paul, ‘tis not a shared memory recalled;
Just my old desires I’d hate to see mauled.

    Paul- Do not shun the dream that’s real “pon waking.
And if this is truth speaking from your heart
Must allow that ember some time to bum
Or risk a regret of which you’ll always yearn.

    Mika- But neither would I set up for a fall;
I doubt that he would ever me recall.

    Paul- Would he have to recall that he might love?
Must love alone from link’d past be bom?
How much more might he you like when he hears
That he’s lingered in your thought all these years?

    Mika- Dear Paul, pray do not build my hope too high
The ember burns, and I do not wish it die.

    Paul- Am sorry, excites to see lovers glow
Surround one whom in sadness last made home.
So come, Simon tends were liquor is poured
And Sean, from distance, will remain adored.

    Simon- What ho Paul; good evening, thinks you’re late,
I’m amazed you’ve even the correct date.

    Paul- Mika did salvage me from the certain doom
Had I in my paints continued to ply.
Yet did swear to bring this girl here at last
And better late than after concert’s past.

    Simon- Indeed, Mika a pleasure again to see,
Welcome to my corner here in Past Due.
Gwen will be happy she’s gotten her way
That school no longer makes pleasure delay.

    Mika- I’m sure she will be bouncing off the walls.
I can’t believe it took so long to come,
I regret missing any of their shows,
But with so much school...you know how it goes.

    Simon- Someone’s gotta do it, and it won’t be me.
What adult beverages might I convey
To accompany the sound of their song?
I’ll pour ‘urn quick and you’ll be drunk ere long.

    Paul- Well then pour for us two of your best stout
And... dear me, is that Sarah hanging out?

    Simon- Aye, indeed Paul, it is she whom you fear,
Much do I hope our skies will remain clear.

    Paul- Our best hope is to avoid their detection
Though we cannot count on Gwen’s discretion.

    Simon- Fortunate Mika perceives naught but the stage,
Think you she does refuse them acknowledge?
Twould be a burr under any saddle
And not the way to avoid a battle.

    Paul- Her attention there is not of Sarah born
But some past sight from which she’d not be torn.

    Sarah- It seems our paths do unexpectedly cross,
I hope to carry warmer feelings here.
Did not mean to you so illy mistreat;
Mika, would not to our friendship delete.

aside

    Mika- What is this thing that stirs within my breast?
Told Paul not to build my hopes up too high
Yet what matters that if mind listens not?
How can I ignore this lightness filling
Every arm, every muscle, every pore,
And quiets so my mind in blissful dreams?
Crazy must I be to burn so brightly.
Where comes this fuel to my lost pulse restore
That makes raw kindling of my sorrowed heart?
Who could see this lone trembling memory
And not laugh at such forgotten love?
But not even memory burns so hot;
No relation nor touch comes even close
To filling mine being as this simple sight.
‘Tis the warmer breath saying spring is due;
How little have I loved if this is true.

aside

    Simon- Come now Sarah, she means not to offend.
Paul and I did just speak of her distance
Which, to quote he, “Is not of Sarah bom.”
Ignore the cloak of revelry that’s worn.

    Sarah- Who could be too lost in thought to listen?
She wandered away without batting eyes.
Her blankness has obvious intention
To increase the ire of our contention.

    Paul- Sarah, cool it, she’s distracted of late
And this is not an instrument of hate.

    Sarah- Piss off, Paul, try not to guard me from her,
As you do not my wrath wish to incur.

    Paul- Then you in convoluted ire will stay;
But should you not to her apologies pay?

    Simon- Paul, go find Mika as she’s in the crowd
Do not want her by wild punks harshly plowed.

    Alex- Sarah, come over here and have a drink
You do not to that level wish to sink.

aside

    Paul- Hey Mika, what the fuck are you doing?
Do you not see what madness is brewing?

    Mika- How many years now since I lost that view?
Tis like a dream flowing in through the cracks
Making of my life fractal distortions.
Paul, it is so hard to idle my time.
My heart cannot decide whether to leap;
Whether such move will I risk and succomb.
Or ‘stead remain safe in a quiet cove
And then count such as a blessing from Jove.

    Paul- Oh Mika, you didn’t even hear me.
I do not from revelry wish to break,
Yet must lest you some injury incur.
Not to mention whom lost you did ignore,
What am I to do to keep you fucking sane still,
Pray come now and take the fucking red pill.

aside

    Gwen- Are you punks having any fucking fun?
Glad to fucking hear that drunk you’ve attained.
We’ve got a new fucking song to here play,
And you fuckers are the first to hear it.
So pay attention, even he who tends,
This fucking song we’ve called False Fucking Friends

I saw him from across the hall,
And saw what I thought was real.
Said he would my number call
Didn’t know he’d stacked the deal.

He cast his eyes at me
I looked and didn’t see
He won his game through me
Cause I wanted to believe
False fucking friends

She smiled at me like a friend,
To colour my painted sky,
Thought she did our friendship tend
But his dick she sought to ply.

So she smiled right at me,
I looked and didn’t see
Her eyes ran right past me
My love went through a sieve.
False fucking friends.

He saw her from across the hall
He took what he didn’t feel.
Didn’t think he had the gall
When my love he did repeal.

He cast his eyes at she
Her eyes did clearly se
They would innocence plea
And never did I perceive
False fucking friends

I found myself in my room,
Alone in my blankets that night.
How quick he did my love consume;
Didn’t in me find his delight.

I  cast my eyes away
I couldn’t watch them play
He took my heart away
And now alone I grieve.
False fucking friends.
Didn’t the pain believe
My heart on his sleeve
False fucking friends
False fucking friends.


    Sarah- Who do you think you are you fucking bitch?
What fucking right do you have to taunt me
With fucking stupid, full of shit lyrics?
And you Mika, who I once thought as friend,
Why not to me could your bitterness tell!
Both you bitches can go to fucking hell!

exit Sarah and Alex

    Gwen- If she was a guitar, I struck her chord!
So do you fuckers like that fucking song?
I fucking thought it would get you all goin’

aside

I didn’t think it’d get her mind blowin’.

    Sean- I didn’t fucking know how deep your scorn,
Sarah was a friend, but now that cloth’s torn.

    Gwen- The truth sometimes stings so mad fucking hard.
She only reaps what by own hand had sown.
Oh Sean, see that girl standing with our Paul?
That’s Mika, who’s heart Sarah well did maul.

    Sean- This may come to you as some what a blow;
But I need not your words to Mika know.