Post by prozac on Mar 31, 2007 11:02:20 GMT -5
Scene opens in an average size apartment. We guess this room is the living room with two couches against one wall and a TV stand with a TV on it against another wall and a computer hooked up against a different wall. The room is very neat except for a small table that is in front one of the couches that has paper, tape boxes, and cups all spread out on it. Suddenly Prozac and Ritalin enter from another room. They are already talking when they enter.
Ritalin:
If you say so.
Prozac:
Trust me.
Ritalin sits on one the couches and grabs one of the cups that is on the table that is half filled with what we guess is soda.
Prozac:
Well I’m gonna go for a walk I will be back in a few.
Ritalin:
Alright.
Prozac puts his shoes on and opens the door to leave.
Prozac:
And don’t eat my twizlers that I have in the draw.
Ritalin:
I am not promising anything.
Prozac walks out and closes the door behind him. On the way up the drive way he tightens his belt. He then starts walking down the road. The whole trip his mind was swimming with ideas of what he would do if he won his match. He normally doesn’t like to plan victories before the match even happens but he just liked the idea of making a name for himself as a hardcore wrestler.
Four miles down the road he reaches the main town of Cornwall the town that Prozac grew up in. He then heads towards a church that is right off of Main Street. The church looks fairly old but in good condition except for some signs of paint peeling here and there. As he opens the door and walk in he sees a priest putting out some candles. The priest is a tall man looks like he is in his mid forties.
Prozac:
Farther Douglas!
Farther
Douglas: Oh Rob.
The priest puts out the last two candles and walks down a long dark red carpet that is laid out down the middle aisle. Prozac meets him halfway and they shake hands.
Prozac:
It has been to long. How are you?
Farther:
Yes it has been to long. I am doing well how about you?
Prozac:
I am doing well also.
Farther:
Glad to hear it. And how is Bert?
Prozac:
Bert is…Bert (laughs).
Prozac’s tone is as always cheerful and he has that same smile we always see.
Father:
(laughs) Good, good and how may I help you today.
Prozac:
Oh I just came to say hi.
Father:
Rob I have known you for a long time I know when something is on your mind and is troubling you.
Prozac:
Well yes I do have something on my mind but it really isn’t anything big.
Prozac’s tone changes from its’ once cheeriness. It is now one filled with questions and worries.
Father:
Well let’s sit and you can tell me about it.
They sit down on one of the benches in the middle of the room. The room had no one else in it and nothing else that made noise so even as they talked in low voices it still seemed loud.
Farther:
So what is on your mind?
Prozac:
Well farther I have been feeling selfish lately.
Father:
Oh and what make you feel like that.
Prozac:
Well I am living one of my dreams not everyone can say that.
Father:
Yes I wanted to congratulate you. I always knew you would succeed. But what do you mean you are feeling selfish?
Prozac:
Well I mean that now I have another dream. I am living a dream and now I am so set on another one. Not everyone can even live one dream and here I am trying so hard to live another.
Farther:
So because not everyone is lucky enough to live there dream and you are you feel bad that you now are hunting another dream.
Prozac:
Yes that’s it.
Father:
Rob it is true that not everyone is lucky enough to live there dreams. And I am not a huge supporter of what you do but I do know people love watching you and children look up to you. Kids need role models and I can’t think of anyone better then you. You put smiles on peoples faces and hope in some hearts so if you living another dream does that even more then I see no reason why not to go for it.
Prozac:
I never though about it like that. Thank you father you always give me the best advice.
Farther:
I am glad I could help. Is they anything else I can help you with?
Prozac:
No. You have been more help then you know farther.
They stand up and start walking down the red carpet that is places on the floor.
Father:
So how are you mom and grandma doing?
Prozac:
They are doing well. I will tell them to stop by.
Father:
Thank you.
They stop right near the door way and turn to face eachother.
Farther:
You want to know something that I never figured out about you.
Prozac:
What’s that?
Farther:
you and wrestling. You are such a well manned man and a great person but when you’re in the ring like when I use to see you when I use to come to your training to say hello to everyone you didn’t look the same as you do know or when you are out of the ring. You have this look in your eyes that is just well different.
Prozac:
I have heard that before. All I can say is when I am in the ring all I am thinking about is winning. I really don’t know what else to say about it….farther may I ask one more request from you.
Farther:
Of cause what is it?
Prozac:
Can you say a pray or bless me or something for some extra luck in my match.
Farther: I would be happy too.
Scene fades seeing the priest blessing Prozac.
Ritalin:
If you say so.
Prozac:
Trust me.
Ritalin sits on one the couches and grabs one of the cups that is on the table that is half filled with what we guess is soda.
Prozac:
Well I’m gonna go for a walk I will be back in a few.
Ritalin:
Alright.
Prozac puts his shoes on and opens the door to leave.
Prozac:
And don’t eat my twizlers that I have in the draw.
Ritalin:
I am not promising anything.
Prozac walks out and closes the door behind him. On the way up the drive way he tightens his belt. He then starts walking down the road. The whole trip his mind was swimming with ideas of what he would do if he won his match. He normally doesn’t like to plan victories before the match even happens but he just liked the idea of making a name for himself as a hardcore wrestler.
Four miles down the road he reaches the main town of Cornwall the town that Prozac grew up in. He then heads towards a church that is right off of Main Street. The church looks fairly old but in good condition except for some signs of paint peeling here and there. As he opens the door and walk in he sees a priest putting out some candles. The priest is a tall man looks like he is in his mid forties.
Prozac:
Farther Douglas!
Farther
Douglas: Oh Rob.
The priest puts out the last two candles and walks down a long dark red carpet that is laid out down the middle aisle. Prozac meets him halfway and they shake hands.
Prozac:
It has been to long. How are you?
Farther:
Yes it has been to long. I am doing well how about you?
Prozac:
I am doing well also.
Farther:
Glad to hear it. And how is Bert?
Prozac:
Bert is…Bert (laughs).
Prozac’s tone is as always cheerful and he has that same smile we always see.
Father:
(laughs) Good, good and how may I help you today.
Prozac:
Oh I just came to say hi.
Father:
Rob I have known you for a long time I know when something is on your mind and is troubling you.
Prozac:
Well yes I do have something on my mind but it really isn’t anything big.
Prozac’s tone changes from its’ once cheeriness. It is now one filled with questions and worries.
Father:
Well let’s sit and you can tell me about it.
They sit down on one of the benches in the middle of the room. The room had no one else in it and nothing else that made noise so even as they talked in low voices it still seemed loud.
Farther:
So what is on your mind?
Prozac:
Well farther I have been feeling selfish lately.
Father:
Oh and what make you feel like that.
Prozac:
Well I am living one of my dreams not everyone can say that.
Father:
Yes I wanted to congratulate you. I always knew you would succeed. But what do you mean you are feeling selfish?
Prozac:
Well I mean that now I have another dream. I am living a dream and now I am so set on another one. Not everyone can even live one dream and here I am trying so hard to live another.
Farther:
So because not everyone is lucky enough to live there dream and you are you feel bad that you now are hunting another dream.
Prozac:
Yes that’s it.
Father:
Rob it is true that not everyone is lucky enough to live there dreams. And I am not a huge supporter of what you do but I do know people love watching you and children look up to you. Kids need role models and I can’t think of anyone better then you. You put smiles on peoples faces and hope in some hearts so if you living another dream does that even more then I see no reason why not to go for it.
Prozac:
I never though about it like that. Thank you father you always give me the best advice.
Farther:
I am glad I could help. Is they anything else I can help you with?
Prozac:
No. You have been more help then you know farther.
They stand up and start walking down the red carpet that is places on the floor.
Father:
So how are you mom and grandma doing?
Prozac:
They are doing well. I will tell them to stop by.
Father:
Thank you.
They stop right near the door way and turn to face eachother.
Farther:
You want to know something that I never figured out about you.
Prozac:
What’s that?
Farther:
you and wrestling. You are such a well manned man and a great person but when you’re in the ring like when I use to see you when I use to come to your training to say hello to everyone you didn’t look the same as you do know or when you are out of the ring. You have this look in your eyes that is just well different.
Prozac:
I have heard that before. All I can say is when I am in the ring all I am thinking about is winning. I really don’t know what else to say about it….farther may I ask one more request from you.
Farther:
Of cause what is it?
Prozac:
Can you say a pray or bless me or something for some extra luck in my match.
Farther: I would be happy too.
Scene fades seeing the priest blessing Prozac.