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Act 4 scene i
Da Balm Cafe enter Alex, Sarah and Jessica Jessica- Well, things did not go quite as planned I think, They could not even have finished playing. What so upset you to leave this early, The crowd is not usually that burly. Sarah- Tis not the fucking crowd that over came. Mine friend or not so friend Mika was there. Did not fucking know her friend was singer Were it that alone the harbringer Alex- Mika’s friend did direct some qualms our way And no mass of alcohol could bid us stay. Sarah- Should she have directed, crowds would have turned And we, like witches at the stake, got burned Jessica- Thusly you come here to defray your nerves For you do not like the fruits which God serves. Alex- And what is that supposed to mean sister? How could we avoid what we did not know? That Gwen woman did play the serpent’s part With those apples that have knowledge at heart. Jessica- I know not what to you tell my brother. What can anyone do in such a scene When the fiery words of Saint Michael’s sword Do cut down the walls you’d so quickly shored. Sarah- What the fuck is up your butt, Jessica That you would repeatedly call us wrong? What have we done to bring out this ire. That you enflame and not tamp out the fire. Jessica- Pray do not give yourself too much credit As my issues do not reside in you. My brother and I work on rough hewn terms And you, Sarah, I have only just met. Pray do not expect me to take your side, I’ve not the mind to your problems abide. Alex- Jessica what manner of cruelty this, Why act you as that vile fiend Judas? Jessica- And you, my brother, are no fucking Christ. I am sorry things have run ill for you; But do not expect some defense to arise. Though you may a relation be, Brother, Forgets that I have met Mika through you, At a time not so long ago removed. Do you think I am so eager to meet Every girl for whom your fancy takes sway? Think I’d take her company over you. Now recall that Simon is my boyfriend And spoke he of hither coming after. Well thinks he to bring that same band along, So be assured that hither Mika goes; I would much prefer this not come to blows. Sarah- What the fuck, are we now run out of here? Is this the price for taking your free beer? Jessica- In the name of peace extended my hand, But crossed paths with who would or is a friend Leaving ill name behind ere coming here. Why then should I rejoice when you appear? Alex- I guess I did mistake family for friend, When I chose to your company commend. Jessica- I did not bid you come to me at all. You by own prerogative bring girls To meet she with whom you do share discord. Know not what you seek to gain from me here, But I do not want to see more drama; This is a period, not a comma. exit Jessica Sarah- Now that we’ve been fucked by friend and family, Would not surprise if you did add to rue. Come Alex, lets get the fuck out of here And try to make one part of this night dear. exit Sarah and Alex Act 4 scene ii a street enter Punks Third Punk- So her hand was forced, said she, “is that all, I don’t think I’ve seen anyone that small.” First Punk- So said from lips that never failed to blow. Do think even blind mice see quite clearly How these fucking things must always begin. This fucking bloke chased that fucking tail; A chase not much a chase, but bold desire, Though quote he, “She was not much for beauty.” One year and it’s half stood he locked in arms And never once did he the vale precede, For he’d fucking agreed to chastity. ‘Pon my word at year and the half’s end This fool moves in hoping for her desire. His blissful dream was quick shattered by truth; There was no worth in her he could redeem. Add again another half and it’s year To which one roof serviced both of their needs, And here, my friends, the kicker comes full steam; He had dumped her ass after three months in; Three years with her; not once her valley win. enter Alex and Sarah Third Punk- What fool would that her valley strive to hold When known in full her panties came with locks? We are miners, between their legs is gold, Wonders I to whom he has his balls sold. Second Punk- Tis blindness for the hope of love dear friend, Pity he didn’t the light sooner see. But when you are seeking a life long mine... Holy shit, ‘tis they so hurt by Gwen’s rhyme! Third Punk- Hey there you, is the food good in this place, Or did you run ere meals were brought to face? Alex- Hey, fuck you man, you’ve no right to us scold This childish shit is getting really old. Second Punk- Yes, well thank you for adding depth to song, Even shallows are part of rivers strong. Sarah- You cannot from verse our history tell, Yet pray forgive when I say go to hell. exit Alex and Sarah First Punk- From what I heard you’ll be great company Are you one of the rides we ride for free? Second Punk- This coming from the man looking for love Think you’d want better than that soiled dove. First Punk- No shit, I would not her valley pursue, Well known that easy rides aren’t safe to do. exit Punks Act 4 scene iii Outside Da Balm Café enter Jessica Jessica- Me thinks that foul letch has ruined my day. So alike in despicable aspect... Does he strive to prove himself our father? Wonder how many children he has born As he fucks and fucks over regardless. That cancer again must excise from me; From me and my friends as in years before When he killed the circle which I had grown. Yet now friends cut first and cut strong with iron; Least so seems from impressions ere they left. So it leaves me to wonder what I’ve missed That they were by ill misfortune so kissed. enter Simon, Sean, Gwen, Mika, and Paul Simon- What ho, my fair maiden, why look you so? Should not my presence set your face aglow? Jessica- Silly Simon, know heart blossoms for you, Did a burr from backside recent remove, Just missed you by a hair’s breadth my brother Who was pleased by your latest escapades. Hullo Mika, tis good again to see. I hope you with me bear little ill will For I think we sit on similar sides When comes to that brother I can’t abide. Mika- Though Jessica I know you but little Think I of no reason to bear you ill. We are all but friends here or so they tell. But now, on brothers I’d rather not dwell. Jessica- Then we shall of him little more yet speak, What did you, Gwen, to so ruin his week? Gwen- I did fucking sing a fucking love song, But filled it not with love and life’s warm kiss. ‘Stead flooded it with fucking hate and tears And left him exposed before all our peers. Paul- If truth be told he was by shrapnel caught, ‘Twas because of Sarah the song was wrought. Jessica- Think some would call that two birds and one stone, It did make a wicked cut to the bone. Simon- Twas a good fucking show I swear my love. We all do think it quite a shame you missed A good jerking of that jerk’s fucking chain. Got the whole fucking place madly going. enter Punks Too bad your brother had a running comp, Could have gotten the crowd to his face stomp. First Punk- Oh my fucking God guys, it’s “Oh So Shaw.” ‘Twas the best fucking thing I ever saw Gwen- I’m glad our fucking band did fucking please Without me resorting to a strip tease. Third Punk- It’s not like anyone would have complained If your fucking breasts had become unchained. Gwen- Better to fucking play well in your ears Than my breasts bringing you to fucking tears. Paul- And they are my breasts to have and to hold So you’d better quickly find a shower cold. Second Punk- So who were those fools who drew out your ire; That was a laugh of which we have yet to tire. Paul- That is a long tale to tell it fully. Let us but say they’re friends of ill flavour Shown true through their own foul fucking misdeeds; They salted the ground where we threw our seeds. Third Punk- We saw those fucking twits ere coming here, Did offer to them a most heartfelt jeer. Jessica- As pleasent as it is to hear all this, He is still my brother so please dispense With your talk of his bitching and whining Enough of them, come, it’s time for dining. Paul- Pray, come in and join us at our table, And you can regale us with your fable. Mika- Fuck, give me a sec to finish this smoke; exit Jessica, Gwen, Paul, Punks, Simon Soon as I light up they pull their last toke. Sean- Yes, Murphy does have a way about him, Like mirages that turn real in the end. How my heart jumped on I seeing you there. God, I remember the day when you moved; Strange how vividly the memory holds All those things you’d thought you had forgotten. Shit, I sound like a creep or a stalker Who is, as it turns out, an inept talker. Mika- Not so inept as you’re wanting to think. I can hardly believe you’d noticed me Who was but your younger sister’s close friend, Years behind you and eons less mature. You had done but little then but be nice; Caught up mine heart without even trying. Now the vision of seeing you again Stirs my heart just as it would have back then. Sean- How think you I felt in this current age To feel one’s heart stir for five years junior. I could not even hope to try that dance The difference of years a criminal offence. Time becomes funny as the years pass by, He changes costumes with growing knowledge. Back then if we should have been together None would have looked on and approved of it. Now after distance and time have covered, The difference of ages means little. Chance makes that we find each other today On the night I would for your honor play Mika- Had I to any other concert gone, I would not have with a pure heart seen you. See then age did not our loving prevent, ‘Stead it set the stage for when it was meant. Sean- I did not know I loved ‘til I saw you. I have not seen you in these many years Yet I knew it was you ‘pon the first glance, Fate is giving to us a second chance. Mika- Then life is making up for Time’s delay, Like the Gods moving pieces on a board, They let neither memory nor dream slip, That a life might find love along this trip. exit Sean and Mika
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