“Okay. So I guess this is it.” From the play ‘Rare Birds’. Evan rethinks his life after facing turmoil. Ideal for males, 15-18 – 1-2 Minutes.
By: Adam Szymkowicz
(EVAN gets to a bad place in his head. EVAN goes to his laptop, films himself. He is projected much larger on the back wall, like before.)
Okay. So I guess this is it. I always thought—well that doesn’t matter. I always thought somehow someday I would figure out what I’m good for. But . . . now . . . it’s clear I’m not good for anything.
I guess I should say don’t blame yourself. This isn’t your fault. No, fuck it. If you feel a little bit sorry for me at all, it is your fault. It’s everyone’s fault. It’s my father’s fault. Mom, this is your fault. Everyone at school, all the students, all the teachers, the principal, this is all your fault. I want the guilt to eat you up. I want you to wonder what you should have done for the rest of your life. (pause) What am I talking about? No one will miss me. No one will care. No one will feel bad. You will all be happier.
I could never fit in. I’m too weird. And that’s not going to change. I can’t not be who I am. I wouldn’t know how.
So, I guess I’ll never get to kiss a girl. I will never see a Red-Crowned Crane in the wild. But what’s the point of that anyway? It’s just a fucking bird, right? No one cares about fucking birds.
I’m sorry for being in your lives, for wasting your time. Okay. This is it. Goodbye. In my next life, I would like to be a
bird. If requests are allowed. So long.
(EVAN raises the gun to his head. A beat. Another beat. A tap on the window. He looks up. JENNY is outside.)
(EVAN speaks to the screen.)
Okay. Hold on a second. I may be hallucinating.
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