CAST LIST
ALAN. Actor should clearly have some distinguishable British or French accent. Ash-blond man of younger age, but not naive. Newly settled in to the injustices of the world and newly coping. Visibly sallow, perhaps even plagued with insomnia. Despite this, looks quite happy.
KONSTANTIN. Actor's face is not visible in scene, but should be visibly scarred. Black-haired man of around the same age, if not slightly older-looking. Suspicious, skeptical, but not aggressively so. Heavy-set, shorter than the other two, but muscular and strong.
[NASH is sitting in a row of pews. Organ music is playing. Spotlights filter through stained glass windows, casting beautiful shards of rainbow onto the floor, refracted tapestries distorted by their unfortunate life as a reference to something else. Lilies and carnations sit neatly in arrangements in copper pots. It is clearly a Catholic-style church, but liberties can be taken with the exact style of it. There are many golden idols of various saints, and 3 candles are lit on the racks of prayer candles. One man is filling out a paper prayer. The other is sitting with his head bowed. A casket is open where the cross of Christ should be.]
Hello?
[The man filling out a paper prayer turns, slightly frightened by how his voice echoes. He has broken the delicate silence in the room.]
Hello?
[His voice is hollow and slightly hoarse, as if he hasn't spoken in quite some time. NASH seems overjoyed and rushes over to him, grabbing him by the shoulders. The man is clearly startled by this. The praying one does not appear to pay attention to either of them, but is listening, and may appropriately bob his head in agreement or jolt if a loud noise is heard.]
[clearly ecstatic
You. Who are you?
I'm sorry?
Who are you?
Alan. Who are-
Nash. Listen to me. I need you to tell me if everyone is gone for you.
What?
[exasperated]
Please.
I'm sorry, I don't really understand.
When was the last time you saw anyone? Talked to anyone?
[ALAN is frozen in discomfort. His mouth moves up and down, but no sound emerges.]
I'm dreaming.
What?
How do I get out of a dream? How do I-
[ALAN begins to pace, walking in front of the eyes of saints and their idols, right in front of the casket. He's repeating the words to himself.]