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A monologue
By
Dale Andersen
27702 Crown Valley Pkwy
Suite 117, D-4
Ladera Ranch, CA 92694
562-508-5820
andersen.dale@gmail.com
©2005
Synopsis
Character Breakdown
DAVID………………………………early 40’s
Technical Requirements
DAVID:
Well. Well well. Just look at you. All decked out in
your astronaut’s garb. Dressed to kill, aren’t you? Was
this how you planned it? To do your exit as a starman?
It does become you, you know. Really, it does. So tell
me, are you braced for tomorrow? Have you dialed in your
humble mode? You know they’ll be sending you out as only
the Air Force can. Full military honors. A flyover with
the missing wingman. And they’ll retell how one time you
flew so high, you tweaked the chinwhiskers of Zeus himself.
And they’ll retell how you throttled that demon out at mach
seven. Yes yes, I know it’s all true, but remember, the
order of the day is humility. They’ll want to see your aw
shucks side. Not funny? Sorry. I’m trying to be clever.
Guess I’m not very good at clever.
You’re damn right I blame you. You know how the media
loves a good fight. And you know how easy it is to
manipulate them. And you know how to craft a tight sound
bite. What was you told them? “We love Davey. But we
don’t love what he’s become.” Why am I still Davey? I’m
forty-four. And who is this we person?
Fresno and we’re somewhere out over the Coast Range. The
engine starts kicking in and out. The smell of burning
oil. You shout, “I’m taking her down, Davey.” We break
through the cloud cover. There was black smoke in the
cockpit. You point to a stream below. “If I don’t make
it, follow the flow of the stream. You hear me, Davey?
Follow the stream.” I’m crying, “Okay, Dad. I promise.”
“Just leave me, Davey. If it’s my time, nothing you can
do. If it’s not, they’ll send a search party.” You’re
laughing. I hear you muttering as you work the controls,
“Okay Pete, let’s see what you got.”
But there’s a David. And he’s alive. And he’s doing okay.
(Salutes. Blackout)
End of Play