I started a new play today. There are only three pages of it. The two main characters are Anne St. Mann and Nicholas Beat. So far, nothing really weird happens save for a cat riding a tire swing. I think the play will be a tribute to great friendships between people, or what it's like living in an apartment building full of mice and crazy people, or both.
NICHOLAS BEAT
B.J. Watson is moving to the city.
Anne St. Mann gasps loudly and faints immediately.
Nicholas Beat rolls his eyes.
NICHOLAS BEAT
B.J. Watson was the love of Anne’s life
Back in high school.
He was the guy she would reorganize her between-class-walking path for
In order to get a glimpse of him in the hallway.
On a good day, she would brush his arm.
On a great day, she would make eye contact with him.
The worst days were when she was running late or when he was out sick
Or when he was walking hand-in-hand with Brooke Barnum
Of the Vancouver Barnums,
Heiress to half of the Barnum and Bailey fortune.
I mean, it’s not like a huge fortune, it’s not like she was that little
There Will Be Blood boy.
Just circus money.
But she had great hair.
And B.J. Watson had her digits in his Fave Five.
And Anne had his in hers,
Although I doubt he ever knew it.
