A boys Journey

A boys Journey
By Vincent Allen

Breakdown:
2 actors, same character, meant to convey the duality in the soul of the young man.
Boy 1: emotional center, inner voice
Boy 2: physical exterior, child like believer
Boys start up stage center back to back.
Italics are stage directions

Boy 2 acts out the movements of text.

BOY 1.
I sit here in a dark corner—alone, hungry and in pain. Is there anyone out there? Where is everybody? Hello!!!

Boy 2 is suddenly pushed by Boy 1. He bursts out of the corner, action; he rushes out of the front door.

BOY 1.

Through the door I burst in a fury of anger and frustration. Blinded by the orange hot glow of the midday sun—I stagger forth in to the world, squint, take a few breaths and scream uncontrollably

Boy 2 screams, monotonically.

BOY 1.

I say to myself…

BOY 2.

Self, how the hell did I get here?

BOY 1.

What was once dark is now light. I look around and see a whole new world; my respiration is uneasy at first, fast and uneven but then slower and slower in a seemingly melodic harmony. I collapse under the weight of the world. I attempt to move but soon find it to be dangerous and difficult. Realizing how different and deadly this world is from the last one, I try to move once more. Still unable to work my body, I start to wonder and think. I again say to myself…

BOY 2.

I may die here.

BOY 1.

But ever stubborn and persistent I keep trying until finally I am able to control my body. My heart however, is another matter entirely!!!!

Fade to black. Lights pop up on boys center stage. Again back to back.

BOY 2.

As I move through this new and exciting world, I start to notice things. How the wind blows, moving the trees back and forth. The trees, they seemed to dance to the music of the world, the grass seemed to be caught up in the motion of the trees, like a younger brother eager to follow his older brother. As time passes I begin to notice the difference between artificial and organic. Cars, planes, boats, and other things capture my attention—they captivate me. I watch the cars and I am taken to a far off world, a world of dream and magic, monsters and wizards…
                

BOY 1.

A world where the cars gallop forth like chariots of the Gods, marching forward through time through the ever changing wilderness—the continuously shrinking primeval forest. The tempo ever constant—yet ever changing. Signs of the times, the changing world – servants, slave to our masters of the infodustrial era. Masters carrying us forward to our inevitable outcome.

BOY 2.

I drift in and out of a dream world of sorts, being contented with who I have become and my dreams.

BOY 1.

I was moving forward continuously never stopping. I was growing up, I had become a man… a man desperate and

BOTH.

ALONE.

Lights slowly fade to black (10 second fade).