Apartment – Living Room – Evening
The entire apartment is a soft mixture of NEON COLORED LIGHTS. The opaque walls are shaded with Deep Purple, Dark Blue, Heavy Red and Thick Green, dependent on where one stands, sits or walks. Dust hangs in the air giving a gentle smokey overtone to the atmosphere.
There is not much furniture in the apartment. A wooden blue bookshelf with stacks of unorganized plays pile on various shelves. Scraps of paper and notebooks find their home amongst the plays. Perhaps a few random mini statue like ornaments join the disarray.
A few unmatched chairs, a wooden table and unframed photos scotch taped to the walls in uneven places.
When you go into the bedroom, there’s only a bed and one bureau.
Not much else.
TULA sits on the window sill drinking tea, staring at CHARLIE who remains passed out on the floor but beginning to stir awake. Both people are hot and sweating.
(thick southern accent)
TULA: Why you always sleep on the floor?
(thick New York accent)
CHARLIE: …don’t wanna wake ya…
TULA: I’m always awake, you know, until you come home.
CHARLIE: I’ll try next time.
TULA: Next time?
CHARLIE: To sleep in the bed with you, alright?
TULA: Why’s there always a next time, Charlie?
CHARLIE: Pour me a shot of some whiskey.
TULA: There ain’t none left…
CHARLIE: Thought you said you was going to the store?
TULA: Not to buy you liquor, Charlie. Them days are over.
CHARLIE: What did you get then?
TULA: Bread and tuna.
CHARLIE: That it?
TULA: Give me more money, I can get more things. (beat) Any luck?
CHARLIE: Not last night. I was ahead but then…no, nothing.
TULA: I had my audition today.
CHARLIE: How’d it go?
TULA: Didn’t go.
CHARLIE: What? Why not?
TULA: Cause I had no money! I looked into the change jar and all we had was two quarters. I searched everywhere, including your pockets while you snored.
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This is a one-act play about CHARLIE and TULA, two creative dreamers with nothing in the world but their hopes in one another.