a 10 minute play in verse by Tim West
CHARACTER BREAKDOWN-
MICHAEL -cis male, mid-40s a man with a decent-paying job at the very bottom of his professional capacity –though unfair to call him a ‘sell-out.’ We don’t always recognize talent and give it scope. MICHAEL didn’t get that, despite his pretty evident privileges. He’s a decent enough bloke, though.
And he tries to see to it that he gives scope and opportunity to others. He is not un-aware that his relationship with ANNA as her supervisor may be preventing her from following her own aspirations.
But any envy or other ugliness, if evident, is surely unconscious.
ANNA -cis-female, 31 a woman with a job that feels a bit beneath her now; though she’s never liked to think of herself as ‘too good’ for anything she simply had to do. Ambitious would put a spin on it,
but aspiring misses her grit. If ANNA has allowed herself to slumber, she is now intent on not wasting
her abilities. She’s fond of MICHAEL, and in truth she knows he’s helped her be better at her job.
But she also fears he will hold her back, without wanting to or even really trying to. If she seems at all mercenary or unkind, we’re missing what she’s about.
At LIGHTS UP, MICHAEL and ANNA, professionally dressed in a business office, are perusing manuscript submissions, with a tall, neat stack of unread copies, a small pile of ‘maybes,’ and a huge, messy mountain of rejects.
MICHAEL, mid-40s, slouches in a chair, ANNA, 31, lies on a sofa or chaise.
MICHAEL sighs, tosses a script ondiscard pile, and takes up another from the stack.
A beat. He sits upright.
MICHAEL:
Here’s a classic bit of literary kitsch:
How’s this for an aspiring author’s pitch?
(in a mock-dramatic tone)
“ ‘There’s no good men,’ my sister said.
The man I want, though, isn’t good.”
She writes a great slug-line, I’ll grant her that.
ANNA:
But how’s the manuscript itself?
MICHAEL:
It’s bad. Another Bad Boy script.
MICHAEL adds it to the discards.
ANNA:
–I like the bad boys. What can I say?
But how bad is he? 30 Shades of Gray
Bad? Or maybe just a little more… you know.
MICHAEL:
Well, Anna, it’s a proper spanking.
ANNA:
Oh.
MICHAEL:
Like, knickers down, across his lap.
ANNA:
Oh my.
MICHAEL:
Not really up our alley, is it?
ANNA:
No.
MICHAEL:
Bills & Moons Romances aren’t for low-grade fetishists.
We leave that line of grunting, rutting sweatiness
To the purveyors of… well, outright smut.
We’re in the romance novel business.
ANNA:
But…
MICHAEL:
–No “Buts”! And certainly no spanking with…
One’s brother-in-law.
ANNA:
The brother-in-law.
MICHAEL takes up the next script.
After a moment…
This one’s love interest is her father-in-law.
ANNA:
Ew.
MICHAEL:
Right?
ANNA:
This is a woman writer’s fantasy?
MICHAEL:
Uh…
He hadn’t thought to look: does now.
At least, a female pseudonym: “Sabrina Storm.”
But the title’s unoriginal: Forbidden.
ANNA: (wincing)
Oof! Bad form.
MICHAEL:
Yes, it’s a little bit too literal.
But really, though, her title’s immaterial,
And we can change the title, if we chose.
ANNA:
“The new romance best seller: Daddy Issues.”
They share a laugh. MICHAEL pitches it.
ANNA:
Well, if it’s a May/December thing we want,
This story is called “Master of the Hunt.”
MICHAEL:
What’s that? A Rebecca/Jane Eyre set up,
With Rochester/De Winter in a fox-hunt get-up
The little red jacket, white pants and top-hat?
ANNA:
Well, it’s a May/December Romance that…
Has a kind of twist:
MICHAEL:
Another vampire tale?
ANNA:
You guessed it. Another story where the male’s
A century or two her senior.
MICHAEL:
Well…
Could we make it a werewolf?
ANNA:
That might sell.
Cut the undead boyfriend, keep the sexy beast.
MICHAEL:
Make all the dog lovers happy, at the least.
ANNA:
But, like most of these, it’s pretty much… pedestrian.
ANNA stands, drops it on the pile,
nudges the rubbish heap with a toe.
The hard-driving coach and the Olympic equestrian.
The girl with the glasses and the university professor.
The medieval nun and her father-confessor…
–This one has a priest who does her on an altar.
She stoops and digs through them.
Another vampire one. A dwarf. A centaur.
They try so hard to set themselves apart,
But wind-up being no fresher than a fart.
MICHAEL crinkles his nose and laughs.
MICHAEL:
Why, that’s Bills & Moons Romance, my sweet!
It’s not some kind of literary feat.
You’re editing the tawdry Dime-Store Novel,
The Penny Dreadfuls of the modern day.
ANNA:
Was it for this I went to university?
MICHAEL:
Surprised, what a degree in English will not buy?
Your school wasn’t posh enough, is why.
Sorry, this is the young book editor’s fate.
I’m afraid Virginia Woolf will just have to wait.
ANNA crosses behind MICHAEL,
placing her hands on his shoulders.
ANNA:
Are you ready to knock off? It’s getting late.
MICHAEL:
Not here, we said. Not in the workplace.
ANNA:
Oh, no… As that’s forbidden. Isn’t that so?
We wouldn’t want the higher ups to know…
MICHAEL:
Know what? That you’re a woman, and I’m a man?
They won’t care.
ANNA:
Well, it’s actionable.
MICHAEL:
They wouldn’t dare
ANNA: (crossing to the door, loudly)
Oh good! Let’s tell the world! I’m game!
“Michael and I have been sleeping together for months!”
MICHAEL:
It’s late. There’s noone here. No one can hear you, Anna. Stop.
ANNA:
Well, if it wouldn’t mean the end of the world –Why not?
MICHAEL:
It’s more about the way it looks. You work for me.
ANNA:
Oh, I get it. That’s the mistake. Oh, now I see:
It’s not the sex that is forbidden.
It’s the power disparity that must be hidden.
ANNA considers before she says this.
I’ve thought to ask you if I ought not
Go to work at some-or-other house.
Find a place with more literary leanings…
MICHAEL closes his eyes, waiting.
I’ve wanted to say so, I’ve been meaning
to say it.
MICHAEL:
Then say it.
ANNA:
I’ve had an offer —for another job.
MICHAEL:
Not happy with the pay? You want more ‘bob’?
ANNA:
They publish novels, Michael. Literature.
MICHAEL: (chiding, not mean)
You little snob.
ANNA:
I’d like to accept the position.
MICHAEL:
…And?
ANNA:
I’d like your reference.
MICHAEL:
“And we’ll always be friends”?
ANNA:
It’s not like that. I just… I need to move on.
Move on with my life. I’m 31.
MICHAEL:
You’re not a child, hon. You don’t need my okay.
ANNA:
You’ll act as reference?
MICHAEL:
Whatever you say:
“She has astoundingly good taste.”
In men, at any rate. What a waste
Of talent to be working in a place
That asks so little of you. Well then, yes:
You’ll have my reference.
He looks at her, and smiles.
You need to think about yourself.
A pause. ANNA smiles back.
ANNA:
I rather liked the one about the dwarf.
FADE OR BLACKOUT. END OF PLAY.