A Lift
-- A Lift -- A shit tale of change and change's shit tail (or wake). "Absolutely good!" says unnamed critic, in praise of first performance. Note This is a play in two scenes. There is no change in setting in or between the scenes. The play is to be performed by friends. Characters Driver Passenger Scene 1 Two men, both old friends, are sitting in the front seats of a car. One is driving, the other is passenger. The car's interior is pitifully dirty and is cluttered with wrappers, bottles and debris of all kinds. The driver has dark hair and is smoking. The passenger has fairer hair and appears younger than the driver. Driver: You did want this down, man? [rolling down the windows of the car slightly] Passenger: Yeah, oh... Thanks. [as if only just brought to attention] Driver: Hey, I've got my... [pointing to the back seats of the car with thumb] ...my turntable, for sampling. I've been carrying that End of the World record around, which would be cool to sample - some crazy asshole reading Revelation. [short laugh] Passenger: [nods] Yeah... Could have, like, a slow and gloom-filled beat. [now seeming to warm to conversation] Driver: Yeah, have a sample of that in, and, I was thinking we could have a sick hook in... for the few we put the samples in... start writing hooks. I know they're meaningless a lot of the time... Passenger: [breaking in] Yeah, but... Driver: [continuing] Like, I have "to the ground -- with that round" stuck in my head and have had for, like, days. Passenger: Yeah, they'll not be able to leave our tracks. Driver: Yeah, exactly. [pause] End of Scene 1