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My First Play: The Unsaid Truth

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So, here is my first play.  I’m still playing around with the title, but here it is.  You can read it if you want or you can check out my latest DIY!
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The Unsaid Truth
ACT I
SCENE ONE
(A small apartment in New York City.  The room is minimally furnished.  There is no art on the walls, except for a
large clock that was given to them for their first wedding anniversary.  The lighting is dim and it is nightfall. The
sounds of the city outside are shattering the silence in the room where May is
sitting, waiting for Aiden to come home from his workshop across the city.  She checks the clock again. She watches the
door as she hears the sound of footsteps.  Aiden walks in, not even noticing her in the
living room.)
May
Where were you today? 
(Sits on the sofa with her legs
crossed at the knees)
Aiden
I was at my workshop across town…like I always am.  (Answers
reluctantly, avoiding her stare
)  Why
do you ask? (Finally looks at May)
May
(Slowly gets off the
sofa) 
I was just wondering…(pauses)
Aiden
Oh, well I’m home now.
May
I can see that.  (Turns to face the blank wall) Why don’t
we have art on our walls?  They’ve always
been blank…empty…
Aiden
We could put something up if you like.  Anything you want in particular? (Trying to figure out what she’s not saying)
May
I don’t know.  I just
want something there.  It’s too empty
like everything in this apartment.
Aiden
What do you mean it’s empty? 
We have furniture…we have….
May
Blank walls (Continues
to stare at the walls
)…
Aiden
We’ll put something there.
May
We can’t just put anything
there.  It has to be something that
has meaning.
Aiden
Something that has meaning? 
Like a portrait?
May
No, it doesn’t seem right.
Aiden
How about our wedding portrait?  Most people seem to like having that hung up…
May
No, Aiden, I just…I don’t know.  Just put what you want up.
(May leaves the room and walks to the side door, leading to
the bedroom, walks in and closes the door behind her.)
Aiden
Great, I did it again. 
(Sits down on the couch)
May
Aiden? (Says from the
other room)
What’s this doing here? 
(Walks out with a broken frame)
Aiden
It broke when I was carrying it home.  I’ve been meaning to fix it, but I just
haven’t gotten to it yet. 
May
Wasn’t this the frame that had our wedding portraits on it?
Aiden
Uhhh….maybe? (Reluctantly
answering, knowing darn well that it was that exact frame)
May
It is isn’t it?  (Picks up the frame to examine the damage)
Aiden
I can fix it.  (Reaches for the frame)
May
Not everything can be fixed though.
Aiden
What do you mean?  A
little hot glue and maybe a nail or two, the frame will be good as new. 
May
I’m not talking about the frame Aiden. (Puts the frame down on the floor, in the space between them)  I’m talking about us.
Aiden
What about us needs fixing? 
May
Don’t you see what’s missing? 
Aiden
What’s missing? Don’t we have everything we need?
May
What do we have, Aiden, what?
Aiden
We have us. (Mumbles
softly)
May
(Not hearing him, she continues to talk) Exactly. No
answer, just like always. 
(Aiden clears his
throat)
Aiden
(Walks closer to her)
We have each other. 
May
Each other? I wish we did Aiden.  (Stares
at the broken frame on the floor between them)
Aiden
(Not hearing her)
We have each other…(Whispers to himself,
as a smile spreads across his face).
May
No, we don’t (Almost
to herself
). All we have is three years of an empty marriage… (Looks at her wedding band as she speaks a
bit louder)
Aiden
Three years… (Looks at
May)
(Flashback: projection on the wall of May in her lace,
wedding gown, walking down the aisle of lilies, roses, and carnations towards
Aiden.)
Wait, what? (Pauses
trying to understand her)
You wish we had each other, an empty marriage, what
does that even mean?
May
It means our marriage has nothing.  I see couples walking down the street
everyday, holding hands, looking like there’s nothing else in the world that’s
better than love.  I want that.  I want…(Frustrated,
tries to search for
words) God, all I want is for you to love me.
Aiden
May, I love you.  I
married you.  (Tries to reach for May, walking around the broken frame)
May
More empty words. (mutters
under breath
) Just because you married me doesn’t mean you love me. (Moves away from him, closer to the open
bedroom door)
Aiden
Isn’t that how it works? 
I love you, so I asked you marry me. 
May
Do you regret marrying me? (Looks at Aiden, waiting for an answer)
Aiden
(Steps back) What?  Where is this all coming from? How…(trying to grasp where she’s getting at) did
you…did I do something?
May
It’s just that…we’ve seemed to grow apart these three
years.  No, that didn’t come out right. (Tries to put her thoughts together,
scrambles for words
)  Actually, it
did.  But, we can’t grow apart…because we
never got close enough to be really together. 
AIDEN
Is it something I did? 
Did your mother call again?  I
thought that we both agreed to not have kids just yet.  I thought we both wanted to get somewhere in
our careers.  I thought that we wanted to
wait that we weren’t ready for that kind of responsibility yet.  I thought that we were…
MAY
(Cuts him off)  No, she didn’t call and no, I didn’t want
to talk about having kids. Would you just let me finish?  This has been going on for years now. 
AIDEN
Come, on honey. It’s okay. 
Everything is going to be okay.  (Tries to embrace her)
MAY
Don’t honey me.  (Struggles free and walks to a distance that
is out of his reach)
It’s not going to be okay because I thought that you would
change once we were married, that you would care about me more than those
precious canvases that you slap paint on, down at your workshop.  You don’t even see me when I’m standing right
in front of you.
AIDEN
That’s not true.  I’m
seeing you.  (Walks closer and gently tugs the elastic out of her hair, letting his
fingers run through every soft strand, leans in towards her face, then steps
back hesitating)
May
Aiden, I just want to understand.  Why do you always do that?  Is it because you’ve grown tired of me?  Am I not enough? (Looks at the broken picture frame on the floor)
AIDEN
No, it’s not that.  I
just…I can’t explain it to you.
MAY
Why did you even marry me? 
You can tell me the truth.  I
wouldn’t be surprised if…(Stops mid
sentence, hoping that he would finish the sentence for her, continues in a
whisper)
…if there was someone else. 
Aiden, I just want to understand. (Looks
up at him
)  What’s wrong?  Is there someone else? 
           
AIDEN
Someone else?  For
what, All I ever needed was…I just need my work.  That’s it, (Mutters under his breath) because my work can’t leave me.
MAY
(Hurt by his words,
turns her back to him in order to hide the tears beginning to stream down her
face)
That’s all.  (Didn’t hear what he was muttering) Nothing
or nobody else…(Says this mostly to
herself, processing the truth of his words, bends down to pick up the frame)
AIDEN
My work is my life, May. 
Don’t you understand?  You have
ballet?  You gave up everything for it.
MAY
I also gave up everything to be with you!  (Turns around to face him with tears coming
down her face, the frame in her hand)
Look at this.  (Holds
up the frame
)  It broke on the first
day.  The first day, Aiden, it
broke.  Don’t you see why it broke?  You just dropped it on the street when you
were walking home, like it was nothing, a piece of trash.  But your stupid canvases are treasures you
hold and cherish.  Me, the wedding, our
marriage is nothing isn’t it?
AIDEN
I, May, I really didn’t…(Places
his hands on her shoulder and looks her in the eye)
I didn’t mean it, May. 
I just…I’m sorry.
MAY
(Breaks eye contact)  You can’t take back words that were already said.
(Begins to let go of the frame, but
thinks better of it and takes the broken frame in both hands and places the
frame outside the bedroom door.)
           
AIDEN
(Tilts her chin so that he can look at her
face
)  I promised you…
MAY
Exactly, you promised. (Turns
back around to face Aiden
) You promise so many things.  And where have those promises gotten us, a
false sense of hope?  How can I trust you
when you can’t keep your promises?  How
can I trust your commitment to me if you lied to me once? 
AIDEN
I never lied to you. 
I never did and I never will. (Walks
closer to May as he speaks
)
MAY
When you broke that promise, you lied.  You lied to me, Aiden. 
AIDEN
I made a vow on our wedding day to never hurt you, to be
with you till death, do we part, but if I have done so much to hurt you then I
don’t want to hurt you anymore.  (Continues to walk closer to her) I
always seem to do things incorrectly, say the wrong things.  May, I’m just scared that I will…(stops making steps closer to her)
MAY
Will what?  Cheat on
me?  Leave me? (Without thinking, she takes a step closer to Aiden)
Aiden
No, I’m scared that you’ll leave (walks closer to her)…never mind (Takes another step back).
May
You always do this. 
What are you scared of?  (Pauses for him to answer- no answer)
Fine.  Don’t
answer. 
(She walks out the side door leading to the bedroom.  The door slams.)
Aiden
Shit. Why do I always do this?  I can’t let it happen again.  I can’t do that again.  I can’t…I can’t…
(There’s a knock at the door.  Mark walks in.)
Mark
The door was open…
Aiden
(Turns around to see
Mark)
  Yeah, I guess it was.  Since you’re here, want a beer?
Mark
No, I got to get back to Chelsea’s place.  I just came by to drop off the gallery
brochures.  (Places a stack of brochures on the table)  The exhibition looks like it’ll be a real
success.  Man, I saw the new paintings
you’ve been working on when I went down to your workshop yesterday…hey…um…are
you okay?  (Walks toward Aiden)
Aiden
Yeah, I’m fine. No, I’m not…I just…I just need to get my
head around some things.
Mark
Well don’t think too hard.
Aiden
You remember that girl I dated in College?
Mark
The brunette in your hall?
Aiden
Yeah, Amy.  I don’t
know what happened.  I thought things
were going great…then she…she just… 
Mark
Yeah, I know.  (Walks to the couch and sits down)
Aiden
No, you don’t…you can’t…she just starting saying things…she
said she loved me…so I said it back…it was like a reflex. 
Mark
You don’t say those things if you don’t feel them. But,
dude, we’ve been over this just move on.
Aiden
What am I doing wrong? (Sits
down on the bar stool by the counter
)
Mark
Nothing, man, nothing.
Aiden
I must be.  May is
saying the same things, like I don’t love her. 
She’s doubting me. I said I loved her back, but then she…
Mark
Dude, you dated her for a month, and then she dumped you.
Aiden
We’ve known each other for years.  You know me…maybe, better than myself?
Please, if you know, what is wrong?  What
am I doing wrong?
Mark
Well, I mean…you said the same thing to May, when she said,
“I love you.”
Aiden
Aren’t you supposed to?
Mark
Were you listening to what I said?  You don’t say those kinds of things if you
don’t mean them. 
Aiden
But I do. I did….I thought I did.
Mark
Thought?  You got
married!  You thought you love her?
Aiden
Shhh! (Running towards
Mark, then points at the closed door
)
Mark
Oh, she’s still here. 
(Aiden nods)
Okay (now whispering)
now, let me get this straight.  You told
May you loved her, when you thought you loved her.  Then you asked her to marry you, when you
still weren’t sure?
Aiden
No, I was sure.  I
knew.  I can’t explain it.  I know I knew…I know… I must have…I…
Mark
Well, you could have. 
I mean it has been three years. 
You must know now?
(Aiden blankly stares
at him
)
Okay, well.  Let’s
start smaller.  You must have loved
your….m…
(A projector starts
up, playing a video of Mark and Aiden from a few years ago having a
conversation…
Mark
Hey, man.  I didn’t mean anything by it, you know.
Aiden
Whatever
Mark
Seriously I’m
sorry.  I forgot. Mother’s day was coming
up and I just…it slipped out.)
Never mind…how about? 
(Pauses) Have you ever loved
anybody?
Aiden
I don’t know.  (Rests his head on his hands)
Mark
Well, the most logical start, usually is…should be…
Aiden
Yeah, I know, my mother. 
Mark
Hey, we don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.
Aiden
No, I can’t keep doing this. 
My parents’ marriage failed.  I
don’t want to be like them.  I don’t want
to be like her.
Mark
Yeah, I know…uh….ummm…so…where does that leave us, now?
Aiden
She just walked out one night.  I must have loved her.  I mean, every kid loves their mother, right?
Mark
Yeah, most mothers also don’t leave them…and Aiden, you were
so young, two, three?
Aiden
Five.  I was
five.  She left me when I was five.  God, (Gets
up and walks over to the far wall, leans on it for support, then punches the
wall)
How could she leave her own kid?
Mark:
(Feeling
uncomfortable, he gets up for the sofa, stares at the floor, and with some
hesitation moves toward Aiden)
I don’t really know.
(Mark’s cell phone
rings)
Hello? (Short pause)
Hey Chels. (Pause)  Uhh…yeah, I just dropped them off. (Pause) I’ll be there later.  Yes, I will. 
Bye.
Aiden
You can leave if you want.
Mark
No, it’s not that important. 
We’ll get through this.  You and
I…like always. (Laughs) Unless it’s a
paint ball war then we’re dead. 
Aiden
Right, cause it’s my fault we lost to those guys?
Mark
Yeah, we lost the paintball game against Brandon and the
guys, because you had to think about it first. 
And while you were thinking, the dude snuck up behind you.
Aiden
I know.  I overthought
the strategy and missed the most obvious point. 
Exactly what Amy said, “I missed the point.”
(A projection begins
to play of the conversation between Aiden and Amy
Aiden
Hey, what’s wrong
babe?
Amy
What’s wrong?  All you’ve got is what’s wrong?
Aiden
What did I do?
Amy
That’s it.  You didn’t DO anything.  Did you mean it when you said you loved me because
you have a funny way of showing it? 
Aiden
Then what do you want
me to say.  I love you?
Amy
You’re missing the
point.  There’ s more to love than just
saying I love you.
Projection ends.)
Mark
It’s been five years since you graduated.  Now, it’s time for you to drop it.  Me? On the other hand, that was last weekend.
So, I still have plenty of time to bring it back up.
Aiden
(Laughs) Yeah,
great, just tell everyone you meet.  Walk
down the street,
Hey, you want to hear a story about how I lost a paintball
game?
Mark
Don’t worry I have. 
The man that sits on the street corner three blocks from here knows the
story already.
Aiden
Great.  (Pauses) Mark, I just don’t want what
happened in college to happen again.
Mark
You just got to work things out with May.  Tell you love her.  Buy her some flowers.  Do something for her, girls like that kind of
stuff.  You know, don’t just tell her you
love her.  Show her.
Aiden
When did you become such an expert?
Mark
I’m just a natural genius.
Aiden
Right.  Sure.  I’ll take your word for it.
Mark
But seriously, man, not every girl you love will leave you.  Just don’t be so afraid. May won’t leave
you.  She loves you and you love her,
right?
Aiden
Right.  I love her. (With more conviction) I love her. 
Mark
You guys will solve it. 
Marriage isn’t something that just happens overnight, especially not a
lasting marriage.  You guys
disagree.  You get in fights.  So what? 
You’ll work it out and you guys will get through this better than you
were when you started. God, I sound like one of those self-help books.
Aiden
(Laughs)  You actually do, and did you become a marriage counselor in the last few days?  
Mark
No, but I…(Laughs at
himself
)…I would never have said this a few years ago.  But, dude, I love her.  I love Chelsea.  I can’t imagine being with another person. (Continues to laugh) Please, feel free to
stop me.  I feel like I’m beginning to
sound like a character from a Nicholas Sparks novel.
Aiden
Yeah you do.  But I
get your point.  But when did this
start…when did you become such an expert on love? 
Mark
I don’t know it just happened, you know.  It wasn’t like over night, it took time, but…it
just happened and it felt right.  Do you
know what I mean?
Aiden
I’m happy that things are going well for you, but I don’t
think it quite applies to my situation. 
I mean…dude, you’re not even married.
Mark
Well, I might be soon…
Aiden
What?  Wait, you’ve
asked Chelsea to-
Mark
Not yet, but I’ve got the ring picked out.
Aiden
Congratulations, man. 
Mark
Thanks. But don’t tell May. 
I want Chels to be completely surprised when I pop the question.
Aiden
Don’t worry.  I don’t
think we’re on speaking terms any more. 
Mark
It’ll all work out in the end.  May loves you.  You just have to show her that you love her
too.  (Gets up to leave)
Aiden
Yeah, I’ll figure it out.
Mark
Don’t fuss over it so much. 
Maybe it’s not your thing to buy flowers or chocolates or whatever.  Find a way for you to love her, something
special, just something that you took the time to do. (Slowly begins to walk towards the door)
Aiden
Yeah, maybe…
Mark
You’re an artist. Just make something.  (Shuts
the door behind him
)
Aiden
Make something, but what? 
(Gets out his sketchpad and pencil
from his bag and starts sketching
)
(The lights fade out.
End of scene)
SCENE TWO
(A dim light, mimicking early morning, casts shadows in the
small apartment. An alarm rings and a moment later the ringing stops.  There are sounds of shuffling about behind
the bedroom door and the opening and closing of closet doors and bathrooms are
heard. Then the bedroom door opens.)
May
(Laughs bitterly as
she walks out the bedroom)
No, one here. 
Figures.  Not even a “Good
morning, honey.”  Is that so hard to say?
“Good morning, May. How are you today?” 
(Answers herself in a
mocking tone
) “Oh, I’m fine.  How are
you, Aiden?”
(She takes a bowl from
the drying rack and a box of cereal from the pantry, continuing the
conversation.
)
“Oh, that’s great.”
“What are you working on today? Anything special?”
“No, but I heard your show the other night was great!”
“Really?  Oh, you
don’t say…”
(The phone rings, interrupting her conversation)
“Hello? Oh, hi Chels. (Leans
in to the receiver
)
What?
What did Mark say?
I mean…was it really a surprise if he did?
Aiden is just so…I don’t even know what to say about it.
It’s like he’s….(pauses) 
Yeah, I know.  I don’t
even know, how I have withstood this for three years already.
No, Chels. I am not over-exaggerating things.
Be reasonable?  I’ve
been reasonable and patient for three years! 
How much longer does he need?
Okay….(breathes
deeply)
deep breathes.  I’m calm.  I am calm. 
I will.  I
promise. 
(Aiden walks in through the front door quietly.  May’s back is to him, on the phone in the
living room)
I just don’t want him to…I love him, Chels.  But he’s making it so hard to….
I just don’t know how much longer I can take this….it’s like
I’m not even here anymore…
(Aiden drops the bag he’s holding. May turns around.)
I…uh….I…I have  to
go….(She hangs up the phone)
Aiden
Hi
May
Hi (avoids his gaze)
Do you want any breakfast?
Aiden
No, I just ate. I’m going to go. (Turns back around, and
quickly walks out of the door
)
May
Crap. Crap. Crap. What have I done? (Sinks in to the chair and stares at her cereal bowl, pushes the bowl away from herself)
(Dials a number on the
phone.)
Chels? (pauses for an
answer)
Aiden walked in.
I don’t know how much he heard…
Maybe this is just a blessing in disguise…
What do you mean I’m not meaning what I say?
Maybe this is what I needed, to finally make the move…
Chels, I can’t just sit and wait for him to come
around.  I’ve waited three years already
and we’ve gotten nowhere.
I can’t keep waiting….
(Conversation fades as the lights fade out…)
SCENE THREE
(Aiden comes in through the front door.  The apartment is empty.  He looks at his watch, shakes his head and
puts the canvas he’s holding by the door, then turns and locks the door behind
him.)
Aiden
Maybe she’s still at the dance studio? She must have a late
rehearsal or something.  She’ll be
back.  She’ll come back…
(There’s a knock at the door.)
That must be her.  (Laughs.)  You forget your keys again?
(Mark answers from behind the door.)
Mark
No, dude let me in.
(Aiden goes to open the door)
Aiden
I thought you were May.
Mark
No kidding.  I have
something to tell you…
Aiden
What? (Walks to the
kitchen and opens the fridge
)
Mark
I don’t really know how to say this…(Puts his hand on his neck, looks at the floor, avoiding Aiden’s gaze)
Aiden
Just spit it out. (Closes
the fridge door and walks over to Mark with a glass of water in his hand)
Mark
Maybe you should sit that glass down first. (Takes the glass from Aiden and places it on
the coffee table
)
Aiden
She left me didn’t she? 
And you’re the messenger?  (Says this a little too matter-of-factly)
(Before Mark can
answer)
I’m going down to the studio to finish those last few
pieces…
Mark
Wait, Aiden.  She
didn’t leave you, at least not really. 
She just wants some space.  She’s
staying with Chels for a few days…
(Mark ends up
screaming the last bit because Aiden continued to walk out the door as Mark was
speaking
)
Damn it. God, it happened again. (Shakes his head walks toward
the door, about to walk out, he pauses at the threshold, looks around the room,
shakes his head, walks out, and closes the door behind him)
SCENE FOUR
(May comes home, peaks her head around the front door.  She lets out the breath of air she was
holding, as she closes the door behind her. The afternoon sun creates shadows
around the apartment.  May walks in and
looks around.  She shivers and walks in
to the bedroom.  The stage is empty.  A few moments later, Mark walks in after her.)
Mark
Hey, Aiden.  I’m sorry
about May.  But you can get her
back.  (Waits for an answer.) Alright…just listen…I think…
(May doesn’t answer
him.  She listens silently in the other
room)
She still loves you.  She’s
trying man.  You just need to try
too.  I know it’ hard after your mother
then Amy…but you just need to do it.  You
know?  Look, I don’t want to go in to
clichés but you just have to face your fears head on.  Those canvases won’t give you what you
want.  You can’t live forever hiding
behind them.  Aiden, May is there for you
if you just meet her halfway.  She’s not
Amy.  She’s not your mother.  She’s not leaving that easily.  She stayed with you for three years
already.  Doesn’t that show you, she
cares?  Listen, I don’t know how much of
this you’re actually taking in, but…you can still get her back.  Don’t let her leave, don’t just hide behind
your canvas and let someone like that…just…walk…out.
(The bedroom door
opens and May walks out.
)
Oh, May…ummm…I guess Aiden isn’t here is he? (Laughs nervously)
May
What were you talking about Mark?  What about his mother and…that other
name…what happened?
Mark
It’s a long story that Aiden needs to tell himself to
you.  I just…I’m…
May
Mark, he’s never going to tell me…please, just tell me.  I need to know.
Mark
It’s not my story to tell. 
He just…May, he needs you.
May
Needs me?  Mark, I
don’t think…I just can’t…I just need some time to think about it.
Mark
No, you can’t leave him. 
May, he really needs you.  He
can’t have another girl walk out on him. 
I don’t know what he’ll do…if you leave him too…
May
Another girl to…walk…out…on him?
Mark
Yeah.  Haven’t you
wondered why he never talked about his parents…or the fact that you have no
idea who his mother is?
May
I just thought she passed away…I didn’t ask because I
thought that…
Mark
May, his mother walked out on him and his father when he was
five.  He doesn’t like to talk about
it…but he has a hard time….
May
What?  She…oh, my
god.  I…I didn’t…I didn’t know. Then what
happened with his father?  (pauses, having a hard time getting words out)They
barely speak.  I asked him whether or not
he wanted to go see him our first Christmas together and he just…he said no,
but then he (tears begin to stream down
her face
) just walked out, when I persisted to ask him why? 
Mark
Aiden doesn’t talk to his dad because he…I mean I understand…his
wife left him with a five-year old kid…and he just didn’t know how to handle
it…so he sent Aiden to boarding school. 
Which is where I met him…
May
He sent him away?  How
can you do that to a kid? 
Mark
I don’t know.  I
really just don’t know.  But I do know
that he needs you, May.  Amy walked out
on him because he…he couldn’t love her back.  (Pauses
to see her reaction)
He just needs time.
May
Mark, I gave him three years.  I married him!  What else can I do?  I don’t want to get stuck here.  It’s like being stuck in a dead-beat job,
that’s not getting me anywhere.  I
can’t…Mark, I just can’t.  I want a life
too.  I have a life, and I’m just wasting
it here…
Mark
May, please.  I’ll get
him to…he’ll come around…May, I’ve known him for decades now…he’ll come
around.  When you said you would marry
him there was something that wasn’t there before.  He loves you. 
He does (with more conviction)
he loves you. 
May
Mark, I don’t know.  
I need some time.  I just came
back to get some of my stuff. (Frazzled,
she starts to search for her bags
) I’m staying with Chels for a few more
days.  (Remembers there in the bedroom and leaves the room, walks in to the
open bedroom door and grabs a fully packed duffle bag)
Tell him, I haven’t
left yet.  I just need some time to…to
sort things out for myself.  I’ll be
back.  It’s not over…not yet…
(She walks out the front door, leaving the door open.  She doesn’t look back.  Mark makes his way to the couch, sits down
and waits.  He pulls out his cell phone.
)
(Aiden walks in through the open door a few moments later
with his arms full of canvases.)
Aiden
What are you doing here?
Mark
Just hanging around…(voice
sounding a little strain, tries to laugh off the awkwardness)
Aiden
In my apartment?  Man,
you’re strange, but I think this takes the cake.
Mark
Right (continues to
laugh nervously
), maybe I forgot where I live? And remembered where your
place was…(laughs at his poor attempt to
make a joke)
Aiden
Well, uhh…(puts his
canvases down by the dining room table, only the empty back of the canvas is
seen
) make yourself at home?
Mark
Yeah, thanks. 
Aiden
(Walks over to Mark)
Seriously, what are you doing here?
Mark
Umm…uhhh…May is staying with…uh…she’s staying with Chels for
a few more days. (Avoids Aiden’s gaze and
begins to look around the room)
Aiden
Oh, great…I really fucked it up this time didn’t I?
Mark
Well, like I said, you can still get her back.  So, you didn’t completely fuck it up. (Tries to look at Aiden to see how he was
taking the news, but can’t look for more than a few minutes)
Aiden
At least it’s not completely, right? (Tries to laugh, but the laugh comes out a little too forced)
Mark
(Afraid Aiden suspects
something, he looks at Aiden and the words just stumbled out)
I told
May.  I had to tell her man, she needed
to know…I couldn’t just let her…let her…
Aiden
Let her leave?  And told
her what?
Mark
I told her about…okay, before I finish that.  I know how hard it is. (Pauses, to find the right words) But she’s your wife and she just
wanted to understand.  Okay, (pauses to see if Aiden is listening) I
told her about your mother (pauses) and
Amy. 
Aiden
Oh. Okay, that’s fine. 
That’s…god, she’s going to think I’m nuts or something.
Mark
No, she’s not.  It’s
not human to keep everything bottled up. 
You’ll explode one day and (pauses)
by then it would be too late.  You’re not
nuts, you’re just human and that’s sometimes all we can be. 
Aiden
Human?  Yeah, a human,
a stupid human, a 28-year old human that is incapable of keeping a
relationship.  I thought humans were
supposed to be social creatures. (Laughs,
bitterly at himself)
You know, what…come to think of it…I’m exactly like my
father, self-absorbed and ignorant. (Voice
dripping in sarcasm
)  I must have
inherited the failure to communicate genes. 
Mark
You’re not your father. 
Aiden
Yeah, sure I believe you…you remember how much I hated my
father growing up, don’t you? (Doesn’t
give Mark time to answer and continues
)
And now I’m exactly like him.  Funny,
how that works out, huh?  He never heard
a single damn word of what I had to say.  
I mean communication is supposed to be the easy part, right? 
Mark
It’s not always, man. 
You have to work at it.  Look at
me, for example.  A few years ago, you
couldn’t make me get in a long-term relationship. I would have scuffed at the
people who wanted to get married.  Now,
I’m about to ask Chels to marry me.  I
love her, man.  All the movies and books
and stuff about love, man, that is bullshit. 
No relationship is perfect. 
You’ll always have something to disagree and argue about, but at the end
of the day.  What matters is that you
love the other person enough that the disagreements don’t matter and maybe it’s
even better that way…that, you know, you love them despite all of that.
(Aiden picks up the canvases he placed by the table, and
flips one of them over)
Aiden
Maybe…but how can I get her to believe me now?  I screwed it up already.
Mark
You haven’t screwed it up completely.  There’s still hope.
Aiden
I love her. (Continues
to look at the painting
)
(Mark walks over to see the painting.  He’s speechless.  He walks around Aiden and flips all five
canvases over, lining them up around the table. 
He walks around the table, looking at each canvas intently.)
I finally made something to show her. 
Mark
Yeah. (Laughs) You
actually made something.  (Puts his arm around Aiden’s shoulders)
Man, you made something.
Aiden
Do you think it’s too late? 
I mean…is it too late to show her?
Mark
No, we’ll just call her…and…and surprise her. We can put
these paintings on the walls.  (Begins to talk faster as his excitement gets
him ahead of himself
) And this
one can go….here…and that one… could go…
Aiden
Okay, okay…slow down…I got it.  (Laughs)
Do you really think she’ll like it?  Do
you think she’ll get it?
Mark
Dude, May is going to flip. 
(Stops moving around the room,
turns around and looks at the paintings again)
Wow…(marveling at the paintings)
Aiden
Yeah, I just hope this is enough. (Still unconvinced by Mark’s excitement)
SCENE 5
(There is a dim light over the set.  Two shadowed figures can be seen on stage,
walking around with tool belts and hammers in hand.  The sound of hammers is heard. The light grows
brighter and Mark and Aiden are seen on stage hanging canvases on the walls.)
Aiden
Do you think we’ll get this done in time?  What time is it?
Mark
It’s eight o’clock in the morning.  We got two hours.  Chill.
Aiden
What time did you tell Chelsea to bring May by? (Straightens the canvas he was putting up on
the wall
and turns around to see if
the canvas Mark is putting up is straight, walks over to Mark and helps him put
the last canvas on the wall)
I just want everything to be ready and perfect.  I can’t screw this up too.
Mark
I got it.  I got
it.  Everything needs to be perfect.
You’ve been saying that all morning.  I’m
pretty sure your neighbors got the memo too.
Aiden
Okay, okay.  I know
I’m annoying.  But I just…
Mark
Anxious?
Aiden
Is it that obvious?
Mark
No, of course not…
Aiden
Yeah, I believe you, man. 
Real convincing.
Mark
I try.  I try.
(Mark’s cell phone rings.)
Hello?
Yeah, we’re almost done. 
How’s the morning run going?
She doesn’t know anything right?
Aiden
Is that Chelsea?
(Mark nods.)
Mark
Great, perfect. (Pauses)
Yeah, she’ll be surprised. (Laughs)
Alright, see you in a few. 
Bye.
Aiden
Are they coming early? (A
moment of panic sets in to his voice
)
Mark
No, you can take a breath now.  They’re just starting to head back to Chel’s
place.  Then they’re going to shower up
and head over. 
Aiden
Oh, ok.  (Takes deep breaths to calm his nerves.)
Mark
Dude, you alright?
Aiden
Yeah, I’m fine.  Never
better.  (Turns his back to Mark)
Mark
Well, I’m exhausted. 
(Rests on the couch)  Man, I haven’t worked that much since…since…(struggles to remember)…that last
exhibition at the fifth street gallery. 
I can’t believe that was three months ago already.
Aiden
Yeah, time flies…(responds
absentmindedly)
Mark
Yeah it sure does.  (Looks at his watch, then leans back down on
the sofa
)
Aiden
What time is it?
Mark
You still got time. 
It’s just past nine. 
Aiden
(Relaxes for a moment,
looks down at his wrinkled t-shirt and stained jeans
) I have to change…(Walks out of the living room, while taking
his shirt off, then goes in to the bedroom, walks back out of the bedroom a few
moments later with a clean shirt on backwards)
Mark
Ugh…you alright?
Aiden
Yeah, why? 
(Mark Gestures at his shirt)
(Aiden looks down at his shirt)
Shoot. (Takes the
shirt off and puts it back on correctly)
(Mark Laughs.)
Mark
Little nervous?
Aiden
Yeah, I just don’t what to say.  What do I say to her when she comes in?  Or should I say nothing and just let her look
at the- but that seems kind of stupid, doesn’t it?  So, maybe I should say something…but what do
I say…I…
Mark
Don’t hurt yourself thinking.  Just let her come in, take in the atmosphere
a bit.  Then let her know how you
feel.  It’s easy.
Aiden
Yeah, for you.
Mark
(Laughs) Yeah,
maybe, a little easier for me than you. 
But (looks down at his watch) we
still have a few minutes.  Let’s
practice.  I’ll pretend I’m May and you
be yourself, alright?
(Mark walks out the front door then knocks, pretending he’s
just coming in)
“Hello?” (Speaking in
a falsetto tone)
Aiden
(Laughs.) I can’t
take you seriously.
Mark
Just try.  (Speaking in his normal voice again)
Aiden
Okay, I’ll try.  (Still laughing)
Mark
“Aiden, what’s all this?” (Continuing in his falsetto and
gesturing to all the canvases
)
Aiden
They’re just paintings I’ve been working on for the
exhibition.
Mark
“Oh, so why are they in our apartment?”
Aiden
Because I wanted to show them to you?
Mark
Dude, you’re going to have to say more than that.  They’re for her, remember?  You made these painting for her.
Aiden
Right.  I made them
for her.  I made them for her.
Mark
Al-right, let’s try again. “Aiden what are these canvases
doing here?”
Aiden
They’re here because I made them for you.
Mark
“For me? Oh, Aiden you shouldn’t have…”
Aiden
(Laughs, but tries to
continue with the role-playing
) May, I haven’t forgotten about you.  I think about you all the time.  It’s just that…It’s just…I…I have a hard time
trusting people, you know?  I was afraid
that if I trusted you, then it would…be…(pauses)…unbearable
if you left.  But I love you, May. (Walks closer to Mark, takes his hand) I
love you, May.
(There’s a knock at the door.  May is standing there with her hair wet in a
t-shirt and a pair of distressed jeans. )
May
Hey guys? (Looks at
their awkwardly close positions)
(Aiden and Mark quickly separate)
Mark
Is Chelsea…(still in
his falsetto
)
(Clears his throat)
Is…uh…Chelsea…near….
May
She’s right outside the door (muffling giggles).
Mark
Oh, I guess I’ll be going…
(Walks out the door, but before he leaves he winks at Aiden
and gives him a thumbs-up)
May
So, what were you two doing exactly?
Aiden
Nothing.  We were
just…nothing…so, how much of that did you hear?
May
Enough.  Aiden, I want
to say that I’m…
Aiden
Don’t…please don’t finish that, at least not yet.  May, (takes
her by the hand
) I made these for you (gesturing
to the paintings on the walls
). 
(He walks out of her way, to let her see the painting behind
him.  May faces the Audience.)
May
Aiden, I don’t know what to…say…I…
Aiden
May, I love…
May
(Interrupts him) I
love you, too.  I heard everything you
said to Mark. (Laughs) Aiden, that’s
all I’ve wanted to hear you say. 
(She takes his hand and walks with him around the room,
looking at each painting.)
These are beautiful. 
Aiden
Yeah, they’re beautiful because they’re portraits of
you.  May, I didn’t forget about your
shows.  I went to every one of them. 
(He takes out a wad of tickets from his pockets) 
I made a painting of you from each show…this one was from
opening night…and this…
May
Aiden, I…(tears begin
to well up in her eyes
)
Aiden
There’s more. (Walks
to the bedroom door and grabs a canvas from behind the wall with a big bow
attached to it
)
Here (Hands the canvas
over to May
)
May
(Gasps) Aiden,
this is our…
Aiden
Yeah, it’s our wedding pictures and the frame.  It’s the same frame.
May
It’s fixed. (Slides
her hand over the edges of the frames
)
Aiden
It took me some time to fix some of the detailing.  And there are still a few imperfections, but
it’s fixed now.
May
It’s fixed.
(Aiden takes the frame from her and holds it up.  May loops her arm around Aiden’s elbow and
places her head on his shoulder.)
It’s perfect.
(A scream is heard from outside the door. May and Aiden turn
their heads toward the door. Aiden places the frame against the far wall and
walks back over to May, placing his arm around her.  Marks head peeps in.)
Mark
I’m getting married!
(May and Aiden hold hands they are standing with their backs
slightly to the audience.  But a smile
comes across both their faces, even as Mark’s head disappears behind the
door.  They continue smiling and they
turn around to look at the “painting,” facing the audience.  The lights fade out.)

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