This blog series chronicles the writing and progress of Cross Creek Players’ fall 2011 production: an original play in the fairy tale tradition!
SCENE: 3
In a busy Panera on a rain-free Saturday morning. There are people coming and going, looking up at the sun because it was so odd to see it after a week of nothing but rain.
MATT
Oh, hello there! Matt here. (MATT looks at Rob, who’s busy fighting with an umbrella). Rob has apparently given up all hope of having a sunny day after all the rain we’ve had. He’s even using an umbrella inside these days. Don’t you know it’s bad luck to open an umbrella indoors Rob? Rob? Rob? Hey! Rob!
ROB
(looking up)
Oh, hello Matt. Sorry, I was just thinking back about the good old days…. This umbrella reminded me of so many good things.
MATT
(confused)
What now?
ROB
(holding up the umbrella)
The umbrella. You know. This fancy, newfangled tool used by some of us for the purpose of staying somewhat drier in the rain?
MATT
I know what an umbrella is, Rob.
ROB
Um. Okay. So what’s the question?
MATT
How does an umbrella remind you of the good old days? And why do you have an umbrella in here anyway, Rob?
ROB
Oh, you know… the umbrella has holes in it, and, well, it doesn’t open. So, it reminded me that long, long ago, there were days when it didn’t rain. It also reminded me of how, when I was your age, I walked to the school bus stop in the rain, usually without an umbrella… and I liked it. Never heard me complain about it, unlike you kids today…
MATT
Um. Rob? When you were my age, you’d have been in Grad School. There wouldn’t have been a school bus…
ROB
What? Oh. Sorry. Ahem. Where was I? Oh, clearly, this umbrella is in here so that it won’t rain in the Panera.
MATT
We’re here to write, not stay out of the rain.
ROB
Ah, but if we didn’t have an umbrella, it might be raining in here.
MATT
I… I, suppose that’s a possibility…
ROB
(tosses umbrella aside)
Whatever, dude. You’d think some of these fine patrons at Panera would buy us coffee or cinnamon twists as a thank you for keeping the rain at bay…. but no one has stepped forward to do so…. Anyway… someone said we’re here to write, so I don’t know why you wanted me to fix your umbrella now anyway.
MATT
(whispering)
You weren’t supposed to tell them about this being my umbrella…
ROB
Who?
MATT
(points at the somewhat confused witnesses to this conversation)
ROB
Oh. Hi! I didn’t see you there! How is everyone doing today? Enjoying the weather? You know, it’s not the heat, it’s the humidity that causes the rain.
The room fills with the sound of crickets and uncomfortable shuffling.
MATT
Okay, moving right along… We’re here today writing some more of our script for the upcoming Cross Creek Players fall production! I was just writing about–
ROB
(interrupting)
Matt?
MATT
Yes Rob?
ROB
Why do you wear your sunglasses to write?
MATT
(singing to the tune of “Sunglasses at Night” by Corey Hart)
I wear my sunglasses to write so I can, so I can watch you weave your crazy story lines…
ROB
(closing laptop)
Matt. Dude. Save the singing for the stage.
MATT
(looking glum and apologetic)
I’m sorry.
ROB
It’s okay. I forgive you. And I’m sure all these fine people forgive you, too. As an aside, I’ll admit that I’ve been writing some crazy story lines.
MATT
You have? Ahem. I mean… you have!
ROB
I have! Did you know that the first character we see on stage in this new classic is a witch?
MATT
A witch?
ROB
A witch!
MATT
Wow. That’s exciting.
ROB
And there’s a troll?
MATT
We’ve heard about the troll, Rob.
ROB
I’ve mentioned him, then? Hmmm. I was going to add a groundhog to the cast, but whenever I’d write him in, he’d end up in the witch’s cauldron. I asked myself… I said, “Self… why do you keep putting that groundhog into the cauldron?” And I waited for a while for a response, but eventually myself responded with “Clearly, it is because the groundhog running amok in the garden is not acquiescing to our request that he eat the neighbor’s poison ivy patch instead of our carrots, broccoli, cauliflower and peas.”
MATT
Now Rob, I know you’re upset about your vegetables, but we’re not going to condone violence in this play.
ROB
No, no, you’re right. It’s not like he ate all the orange watermelon, right?
MATT
Exactly.
ROB
If he does, though…
MATT
I wonder if groundhogs barbecue well.
ROB
Matt… all of my characters are vegetarians. They wouldn’t eat barbecued groundhog if it were the last–
MATT
(interrupting)
I didn’t mean the groundhog would be barbecued. I meant that we could make him able to–
ROB
No, no… your idea has merit. But only if the beast gets my watermelon plants.
MATT
Let’s hope that doesn’t happen.
ROB
Indeed. I mean, if I don’t bring orange watermelon to the next cast party, I don’t know what I’d bring. Anyway… where was I?
MATT
You were telling us about some of the scenes you’ve been writing in the play.
ROB
Oh. Yeah. Did I mention the witch? I did… and the court jester? His first scene was interesting to me… I was writing and writing and writing and suddenly this character decided to be speaking in rhymes.
MATT
Rhymes?
ROB
Yeah. He got a bit upset, though, when he needed to come up with a rhyme for “orange”. That didn’t go well.
MATT
(rolling his eyes)
I can imagine…. Say, Rob, you’re a lot older than I am, right?
ROB
Well, I don’t know if I’d say “a lot”. I mean, it’s only a few years difference, right? When I was your age, we didn’t have these fancy things like computers and coffee and bread shops…
MATT
Yes you did, Rob.
ROB
Well, maybe we did. But when I was your age, we didn’t have iPads or iPhones, we didn’t have to worry whether we had 3G or 4G… we were perfectly happy with there being exactly one G right there in the middle of the alphabet.
MATT
(ASIDE, as Rob continues to rant)
Um, I didn’t mean to get him started, folks…
ROB
Anyway, Matt, you young whippersnapper… what did you want to know?
MATT
Well, I didn’t actually have a question, I was just confirming that you’re old…er than I am.
ROB
I am, Matt, thank you very much for reminding me… You know, yesterday was my daughter’s birthday and today is my father’s birthday.
MATT
Well, happy birthday to them both! And, as coincidence would have it, our play has a birthday party!
ROB
Well, isn’t that nice! A nice, happy, exciting birthday party. Will there be hats?
MATT
There will be hats.
ROB
And cake? I like cake.
MATT
I don’t know if there will be cake. But there’s hot cocoa.
ROB
You know, when I was younger… back in the good old days… I liked having cake at parties. I never got to try cocoa at a birthday party. I wonder if it would hold a candle to cake.
MATT
I’m sure we could figure out how to get a candle to work in a cup of hot cocoa, Rob.
ROB
(reminiscing)
Thanks Matt. You know, when I was a kid, I wanted to grow up and be a major league baseball playing astronaut, traveling to the stars to bring baseball to the little green aliens on other planets.
MATT
(confused)
What does that have to do with anything? You’re not saying we have aliens in the play now, are you?
ROB
No, no, that would be wrong. I mean, trolls, witches, humans… and aliens? Come on, Matt — that’s just silly.
MATT
I’m sorry.
ROB
No worries, man. See, back in my time, we had this thing called forgiveness.
MATT
In your time?
ROB
Right. In the good old days.
MATT
The good old days….
ROB
Yeah.
MATT
So, I think this update has kind of gone off track.
ROB
Really?
MATT
Yes, kind of. Weren’t we going to tell everyone the name of the play today instead of just talking about ancient history?
ROB
Now, my childhood may be long ago, but I’d hardly call it “ancient history”. Nevertheless, we have told them the title of the play.
MATT
We have?
ROB
We have.
MATT
Maybe we should, you know, do it again? To make it official?
ROB
Okay. Here, hold my umbrella…
MATT
(taking umbrella)
Um. Why?
Rob pushes the plates and computers off the table and watches with satisfaction as everything spills and crashes to the ground. The coffee splashes harmlessly against the umbrella.
ROB
(climbing onto the table)
Always looking out for you, Matt.
MATT
(climbing onto the table)
Thanks, Rob… I think…
ROB
Anytime. Now, shall we announce the name of the play officially? (Rob begins making a fake drum roll sound effect with Matt’s sunglasses, the umbrella and a spoon)
MATT
(in his best announcer voice)
Sure. Cross Creek Players is pleased to announce that the title of our upcoming fall production, a play in the tradition of fairy tales is:
ROB and MATT
“The Good Old Days”!
ROB
Looks like the staff here at Panera isn’t all too happy with the mess we’ve made or the fact that we’re standing on their tables, so we should probably go.
MATT
Yes, that’s all for this time, folks, we’ll see you all soon!
ROB
You know, when I was your age, standing on tables in a restaurant was seen as a sign of happiness and contentment.
MATT
That’s not true, Rob.
ROB
Okay, you’re right. I was making that up. Here, you’d better put these sunglasses back on so that the staff doesn’t recognize you.
MATT
Thanks.
ROB
No problem. Now that they won’t recognize me… will you go refill my coffee? Thanks.
MATT
You know, years ago they used to come around and refill coffee cups for you…
ROB
I know. It’s a shame they don’t do that here. I miss the good old days…
Rob and Matt exit hastily, chased by Panera staff.