Props: full-length mirror, office chair
Characters: a. (person sitting in chair), b. (person sitting in mirror)
Setting: someone’s basement studio
Time: night closing in
a. c’mon, let’s not play that game, you know what I want
b. I simply can’t do it. it’s not anymore complicated than that
a. I’m so tired of your lame, cryptic responses
b. that makes two of us
a. see right there, another jewel of junk
b. okay, now you’re hurting my feelings. I think–
a. whoa, let’s not be creative and start thinking
b. (begins chewing inside of mouth and rolling chair backwards)
a. (grinning, dark eyebrows clearly arching upward) alright, let me change topic before you roll away sobbing. let’s move from why you write what you do or what you don’t. there see, I threw you a cryptic bone. let’s talk monsters. why do you make them?
b. (stares down at feet, shifts in chair) I’ll tell you, but you’re not going to like it
a. ah, more CRYPTICISMS. let me make it easier for you. do you create these silly creatures from your brain, your fingers, your ass or your feet? (smirking) I noticed you were looking at your feet to answer the last question
b. you’re just plain mean, you know that. that’s where the monsters are. that’s where they come from.
a. (clearly exasperated) what do you mean?
b. EXACTLY! (laughing)
at that very moment moonlight breaks through studio window. b.’s fingers grip chair armrests, forehead begins sweating, long coarse hairs rise through skin, vertebrae start popping out shirt back, cackling–voice growing deeper and deeper, bulging muscles burst through clothing
a. WHAT! (tears of hysteria pouring out panicked brown eyes)
b. (stands erect, now towering 8 feet, walks toward mirror)
a. DON’T DO IT! The shards will shred your feet and then you’ll have no one to talk to (manages a small laugh)
b. (lifts mirror with one curved finger, smashes it on floor then leaps through studio door)