21st Century Love . . . Andy & Aria's Act II Scene VI
Act II. Scene VI.
Narrator: Again our curtain does rise on Andy's artist studio scene. Except for the moment there's only Aria with him.
Vie, with their nightly wrestling, believes this sets her squarely throned to reign as 'best-loved' queen.
'Enlightened' Andy had become through higher education. Developed? His artistic skills. Sexual prowess with Vie. Money. Future travel. . .Total now his valued sum?
Yet, from only sculpting Aria does joy daily come. Since conversation proves lively. An exhilaration where existed none.
Reclining on the sofa, Aria asks:
Aria: Okay. Now to the serious. To what does your future lean?
Day-to-day, a future goal? To what does all the turmoil in the world mean? It's time to me un-bear your soul.
Narrator: Andy knows not if Aria feels she has any answers. But an opportunity he has to propound biblically what are the earth's survival chances.
If any affection for her he sincerely feels
its time to offer true hope.
What he learned as 'truth'
to her, in loving consideration, reveal.
Yet, shuts a door he does
to any edification
on just how mankind can cope.
He puts the cap back on the conversation
and with diversion
does smoothly it seal.
Andy: How about a cigarette break?
Aria: I thought you didn't smoke.
Andy: I love how you look when you do.
Aria: I won't contribute to the detriment of you. Plus, this habit will keep you broke.
Narrator: At this time, a security guard enters the room
startling them both. For a month had flown like the speed of a humming bird's flutter they worked without interference. Thankful. Clearance presumed.
Security guard: Sir, I know you are a student. I've seen you on campus before. But you, young lady, I can see why you're here. But do you have an id to verify a reason to clear?
Narrator: This, Aria, finds ludicrous at best. Lounging with 50 percent of her brown body in a state of undress.
Aria: I am sorry...you haven't seen me?
I've seen you often.
At the theatre, on the grounds--
Security guard: Surely, you are not going to protest?
Narrator: Yet, all-the-while, Andy, by any actions doesn't confess that he too is a 'brother'. With a mother black and loving, even now living, him unaware how blessed.
So Aria, grabs her purse, irritation difficult to hide. Yet, she see's how the wind does blow. Seethes silent inside as reel news denotes a world that rocks in terror. No peace anywhere to permanently reside.
Security guard: Sir, where is the other young lady usually here with you? It's probably best if she stays near. You know,... with the air stirring anew.
Andy: I think we can make that happen. Thank you for expressing, for safety, your valid point-of-view.
We are really just wrapping up. A break long overdue.
Narrator: The guard grants Andy a slick grin. As, "I know what you're up to."
But to Aria he turns his back and exits from a door hidden from their obvious view.
Aria shakes in anger, while Andy gathers his things.
He goes to lift Aria's chin. Dropping his eyes
as if feeling her pain when his cell phone begins to ring.
As, outside, a strong breeze begin to howl in sorrow
just before it begins to rain.
Curtains: And across the drapes rolls images of humanity groaning under humongous strain as music softly Irish in melody
continues its sad and mournful strain. . . TO BE CONT'D
Narrator: Again our curtain does rise on Andy's artist studio scene. Except for the moment there's only Aria with him.
Vie, with their nightly wrestling, believes this sets her squarely throned to reign as 'best-loved' queen.
'Enlightened' Andy had become through higher education. Developed? His artistic skills. Sexual prowess with Vie. Money. Future travel. . .Total now his valued sum?
Yet, from only sculpting Aria does joy daily come. Since conversation proves lively. An exhilaration where existed none.
Reclining on the sofa, Aria asks:
Aria: Okay. Now to the serious. To what does your future lean?
Day-to-day, a future goal? To what does all the turmoil in the world mean? It's time to me un-bear your soul.
Narrator: Andy knows not if Aria feels she has any answers. But an opportunity he has to propound biblically what are the earth's survival chances.
If any affection for her he sincerely feels
its time to offer true hope.
What he learned as 'truth'
to her, in loving consideration, reveal.
Yet, shuts a door he does
to any edification
on just how mankind can cope.
He puts the cap back on the conversation
and with diversion
does smoothly it seal.
Andy: How about a cigarette break?
Aria: I thought you didn't smoke.
Andy: I love how you look when you do.
Aria: I won't contribute to the detriment of you. Plus, this habit will keep you broke.
Narrator: At this time, a security guard enters the room
startling them both. For a month had flown like the speed of a humming bird's flutter they worked without interference. Thankful. Clearance presumed.
Security guard: Sir, I know you are a student. I've seen you on campus before. But you, young lady, I can see why you're here. But do you have an id to verify a reason to clear?
Narrator: This, Aria, finds ludicrous at best. Lounging with 50 percent of her brown body in a state of undress.
Aria: I am sorry...you haven't seen me?
I've seen you often.
At the theatre, on the grounds--
Security guard: Surely, you are not going to protest?
Narrator: Yet, all-the-while, Andy, by any actions doesn't confess that he too is a 'brother'. With a mother black and loving, even now living, him unaware how blessed.
So Aria, grabs her purse, irritation difficult to hide. Yet, she see's how the wind does blow. Seethes silent inside as reel news denotes a world that rocks in terror. No peace anywhere to permanently reside.
Security guard: Sir, where is the other young lady usually here with you? It's probably best if she stays near. You know,... with the air stirring anew.
Andy: I think we can make that happen. Thank you for expressing, for safety, your valid point-of-view.
We are really just wrapping up. A break long overdue.
Narrator: The guard grants Andy a slick grin. As, "I know what you're up to."
But to Aria he turns his back and exits from a door hidden from their obvious view.
Aria shakes in anger, while Andy gathers his things.
He goes to lift Aria's chin. Dropping his eyes
as if feeling her pain when his cell phone begins to ring.
As, outside, a strong breeze begin to howl in sorrow
just before it begins to rain.
Curtains: And across the drapes rolls images of humanity groaning under humongous strain as music softly Irish in melody
continues its sad and mournful strain. . . TO BE CONT'D
But if the watchman sees the sword coming and he does not blow the horn and the people receive no warning and a sword comes and takes the life* of one of them, that person will die for his own error, but I will ask his blood back from the watchman.’" Ezekiel 33:6.
"They exchanged the truth of God for the lie and venerated and rendered sacred service to the creation rather than the Creator, who is praised forever. Amen." Romans 1:25.
"Beware, brothers, for fear there should ever develop in any one of you a wicked heart lacking faith by drawing away from the living God;" Hebrews 3:12.
"They exchanged the truth of God for the lie and venerated and rendered sacred service to the creation rather than the Creator, who is praised forever. Amen." Romans 1:25.
"Beware, brothers, for fear there should ever develop in any one of you a wicked heart lacking faith by drawing away from the living God;" Hebrews 3:12.
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