Tuesday, November 25, 2025

November Playwrighting 24: Angels Weep No More scene

 I've lost track of where in the play this goes. I'm just writing scenes now, and I'll figure it out later.

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(ENTER JIM MORRISON)

                                JIM

(loud singing) Come on! Come on!

                                JANIS

Oh, come on, man, why’d you have to go and ruin it?

                                JIM

Ah, you missed me!

                                JANIS

No.

                                JIM

Let’s sing! Everybody now!

                                JANIS

Stop it!

                                PEARL

Oh, oh, this is wild!

                                JANIS

You’re telling me.

                                PATTY

No kidding. What’s the ruse?

                                JIM

You think this is some kind of joke? The joke’s on me then because I’m supposed to be dead! Oh, and Janis here has been dead even longer!

                                PATTY

We know. We’re standing by your grave.

                                    JIM

Can we step a little further away from that?

                                    JANIS

Why? Afraid it might grab ya and swallow you whole? Already done that.

                                    JIM

It ain’t got me no more!

                                    GABRIELLE

Why? How can you be there and here?

                                        JIM

I don’t know, and I don’t fuckin’ care. All I know is I’m alive, baby! Whoo!

                GABRIELLE

Impossible!

(GABRIELLE grabs JIM by the shoulders to listen to his heart)

                                        JIM

What the… well, I didn’t expect you, little lady, to…

                                    GABRIELLE

(slaps his hands)

Attend. No heart.

                                    PATTY

(shoves GABRIELLE aside, listens to his heart)

Really?

                JIM

This is more like it.

                                        PATTY

Then how?

                PEARL

(to JANIS) My I?

                                        JANIS

Knock yourself out.

(PEARL listens to JANIS’ heart)

 

                 PEARL

How are you? What are you?

                                        JANIS

The fuck I know. What are any of us? Why do we exist? We are mucking up everything by being here. Most of humanity is clinging on by their fingernails, waiting, hoping or something better to come along before we die. And some of us live hard and die young because the wait was still too long. Too many people are tearing at our existence until we are scraps of nothing good. We sing out our angsts, and no one hears it; they just sing along.

 


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