21st Century Love . . . Andy & Aria's Act III Scene III
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Act III Scene III
Narrator: Curtains reopen to life's bitterness displayed
later that same evening as Andy rages in paced anger like a feline caged.
(Just where did we see this before?
Three weeks ago Act I & II,
when first this play was staged.#)
Yes, here we are in Andy's and Aria's history. Once lovely their love on parade.
Now, day-to-day an accruing misery.
Wondering where patience and goodness,
self-control
these fine attributes
were unnecessarily
laid.
Let's listen in on whatever lame reason
the fruits of the spirit, once known by Andy
were not even by osmosis, being paid.
Aria: (In her silken green negligée, grabs at Andy's arm. Not believing for an instant that he would really his darling harm.)
Andy! Please!
What's the matter... Who was that that called?
If it's Vie don't listen to her chatter!
It seems she can see us even through these thick
brick
loft walls.
Andy: Oh yes! I believe she's clairvoyant. She told me to whom you wrote!
What is it Aria?
Why don't you believe me when of my parents, them, I spoke?
Narrator: Aria drops pleadingly before him to her knees.
Aria: Andy please! I did listen to you. I didn't keep the date I'd made.
I just needed to let them know... Whack!
Narrator: Andy back slaps her... Aria falls upon the floor as Andy stumps off even more angry before he slams their apartment door.
Meanwhile, Vie watches satisfied with her wicked scheme.
Listening as Aria to a closed door sadly protests:
Aria: Andy, I just wanted your family to love the little one inside me growing. Since they didn't do too bad a job by you.
I just need a little bit of their love and understanding
too.
For I miss your sweetness
you once, to me, in sincerity
loved showing.
Narrator: Aria weeps briefly, until her anger, it peaks.
She begins to scours the loft, rifling through sofa pillows
even high corners, under lampshades
looking for whatever she might glean
knowing exactly of what she seeks
to understand how Vie is able to maneuver Andy
into this constant demon mean.
While, outside Vie seated on the bench has quickly shut her laptop down. For Andy has just surfaced. His face contorted in a furious frown.
Vie: Hey Andy!... How about a drink?
Narrator: Startled, he looks at Vie. Shakes his head. Drops it.
Hands shoved deep into his pockets. He continues his thoughts to think.
Narrator: Andy turned down Vie's offer to assisthim in his determined drunken stupor. But proceeds to imbibe shot after shot to while away their separated hours. Not elevated into a better humor.
After a bit, he strolls homeward bound,
not adjusted wisely his musings instead.
Let's take a sad listen
to what liquor strong
into him
his emotions bred.
Inside Andy's head
Andy: where will I end
after tripping on this spin
between black anger then love
bouncing me wrong back to you
again
my heart
head hazy
crazy within
when will it stop
pulsating drip drop
heartbeats
not
flipping-to-flop
with questions brutal
not cropped
heat comes till it goes
just appears when it knows
as harsh winter with snow
flakes bitter wet as they blow
then spring peaks brief around
birds singing sweet sounds
still no laughter for clowns
and no liquor to drown
so today I'll begin
to finish
this circling trend
of reality's pretend
true love
to vigorously
defend
my search
still rolling
me forward
you
tossed as brash trash
upon emotion's highway
whipping my ride
now safe and sound
round
its
wondrous bends*
his direction
now headed to Vie's apartment
is where shuffling feet
him woefully
led... TO BE CONT'D
Act III Scene III
Narrator: Curtains reopen to life's bitterness displayed
later that same evening as Andy rages in paced anger like a feline caged.
(Just where did we see this before?
Three weeks ago Act I & II,
when first this play was staged.#)
Yes, here we are in Andy's and Aria's history. Once lovely their love on parade.
Now, day-to-day an accruing misery.
Wondering where patience and goodness,
self-control
these fine attributes
were unnecessarily
laid.
Let's listen in on whatever lame reason
the fruits of the spirit, once known by Andy
were not even by osmosis, being paid.
Aria: (In her silken green negligée, grabs at Andy's arm. Not believing for an instant that he would really his darling harm.)
Andy! Please!
What's the matter... Who was that that called?
If it's Vie don't listen to her chatter!
It seems she can see us even through these thick
brick
loft walls.
Andy: Oh yes! I believe she's clairvoyant. She told me to whom you wrote!
What is it Aria?
Why don't you believe me when of my parents, them, I spoke?
Narrator: Aria drops pleadingly before him to her knees.
Aria: Andy please! I did listen to you. I didn't keep the date I'd made.
I just needed to let them know... Whack!
Narrator: Andy back slaps her... Aria falls upon the floor as Andy stumps off even more angry before he slams their apartment door.
Meanwhile, Vie watches satisfied with her wicked scheme.
Listening as Aria to a closed door sadly protests:
Aria: Andy, I just wanted your family to love the little one inside me growing. Since they didn't do too bad a job by you.
I just need a little bit of their love and understanding
too.
For I miss your sweetness
you once, to me, in sincerity
loved showing.
Narrator: Aria weeps briefly, until her anger, it peaks.
She begins to scours the loft, rifling through sofa pillows
even high corners, under lampshades
looking for whatever she might glean
knowing exactly of what she seeks
to understand how Vie is able to maneuver Andy
into this constant demon mean.
While, outside Vie seated on the bench has quickly shut her laptop down. For Andy has just surfaced. His face contorted in a furious frown.
Vie: Hey Andy!... How about a drink?
Narrator: Startled, he looks at Vie. Shakes his head. Drops it.
Hands shoved deep into his pockets. He continues his thoughts to think.
Narrator: Andy turned down Vie's offer to assisthim in his determined drunken stupor. But proceeds to imbibe shot after shot to while away their separated hours. Not elevated into a better humor.
After a bit, he strolls homeward bound,
not adjusted wisely his musings instead.
Let's take a sad listen
to what liquor strong
into him
his emotions bred.
Inside Andy's head
Andy: where will I end
after tripping on this spin
between black anger then love
bouncing me wrong back to you
again
my heart
head hazy
crazy within
when will it stop
pulsating drip drop
heartbeats
not
flipping-to-flop
with questions brutal
not cropped
heat comes till it goes
just appears when it knows
as harsh winter with snow
flakes bitter wet as they blow
then spring peaks brief around
birds singing sweet sounds
still no laughter for clowns
and no liquor to drown
so today I'll begin
to finish
this circling trend
of reality's pretend
true love
to vigorously
defend
my search
still rolling
me forward
you
tossed as brash trash
upon emotion's highway
whipping my ride
now safe and sound
round
its
wondrous bends*
his direction
now headed to Vie's apartment
is where shuffling feet
him woefully
led... TO BE CONT'D
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