(MATT
shows up to the concert. Only EVE
is there.)
MATT: Uh…
EVE: Hi.
MATT: I’m Matt.
EVE: Hi Matt.
MATT: I’m, uh, here for the
concert?
EVE: There is no concert.
MATT: No, there absolutely
is a concert, because I drove here from—
EVE: Matt, listen to me,
there is no concert. There isn’t
going to be a concert. The world
is ending.
MATT: I know that, but the
concert—
EVE: Why would there be a
concert when the world is ending?
MATT: Because it might not
end?
EVE: Either way, people are
with their loved ones right now.
They’re not a stupid concert.
MATT: So it was canceled?
EVE: No, it wasn’t
canceled. Officially. I don’t think anybody’s really putting
out press releases right now. But,
nevertheless, there isn’t going to be a concert.
MATT: So nobody else showed
up?
EVE: Well, people are
trying to show up, but getting into the city is—
MATT: Yeah, I know,
everything’s all backed up. People
are…fleeing the city. I don’t know
where they think they’re going.
EVE: They feel an urge to
move. To get out of the way. A comet’s a’comin’. Throughout the history of mankind,
there has probably never been a time when people knew something was coming,
tried to get out of the way, and found that there really wasn’t anywhere they could
go. Like, nowhere on the
planet. So, I guess, old habits
die hard.
MATT: So nobody else—
EVE: There’s a few people
inside. Mulling about. Drinking, obviously. I don’t blame them.
MATT: Shit.
(He
seems to realize whatever he hoped was going to happen isn’t going to happen.)
EVE: You meeting somebody?
MATT: No, I just…I really
like the band.
EVE: Have you ever seen
them before?
MATT: Not live, no. It was kind of a—I mean, obviously I’m
not that old, but it was kind of a bucket list thing.
EVE: They’re not good
enough to be on a bucket list.
Don’t get me wrong, I like them, but they’re not a bucket list band.
MATT: They have that song
though, about…their friend who, uh…
EVE: Scott.
MATT: Scott, right, Scott.
EVE: I knew Scott.
MATT: No way.
EVE: Yeah, no, I did. I’m friends with the band. The singer is actually my sister.
MATT: YOU’RE KIDDING ME!
EVE: I am not kidding you,
Matt.
MATT: So you’re here but—
EVE: The band’s still back
at the hotel. They said ‘Screw
it.’ They’re not coming. I’m sorry.
MATT: So why did you—
EVE: I figured I should—I
thought somebody should—make an announcement or something. I felt bad.
MATT: So you knew Scott?
EVE: We dated.
MATT: SHUT UP!
EVE: Wow, you are a fan,
aren’t you?
MATT: So you—when he--?
EVE: When he died, yeah.
MATT: I’m so sorry.
EVE: (Shrugs.) It was a long time ago. We were…kids.
MATT: That song really
helped me. I, um, had some…I was
really messed up for a long time, and I used to listen to that song, and it,
uh…gave me hope.
EVE: Wow. I’ve never actually—I mean, people
obviously love the song, but I’ve never heard anybody say it ‘gave them hope.’
MATT: Well, it gave me
hope. And I just wanted to, um,
it’s stupid, but—thank the band. For that.
EVE: You can thank me if
you want. I wrote the song.
MATT: Hahaha no you didn’t.
EVE: I did.
MATT: No, you didn’t. Your sister—
EVE: Can’t write a happy
birthday message on the inside of a greeting card. She just takes some of the heat off me. I don’t like people asking me
about…songs and stuff.
MATT: So you wrote ‘Scott?’
EVE: I should have changed
his name. I’m surprised nobody
sued me.
MATT: I, uh, I really owe
you.
EVE: You don’t me anything,
Matt. If anything, my sister and
her band owe you. I’m guessing you
spent money on the ticket, and chances are the refund won’t be back in your
account until after we enter a new Ice Age so—
MATT: No, but
seriously—Thank you. I don’t
really—I mean, there wouldn’t be enough time to really tell
you—everything. But…what you
did. It saved my life.
(A
beat.)
EVE: You know, that’s
funny, because…I always sort of wished I could have written that song for the
person it’s about. Maybe it would
have saved him.
(He
puts his hand on her shoulder.)
MATT: I should let you get
back to the hotel.
EVE: Oh, I’m not going back
there. They’re all sitting around
singing James Taylor. I’d rather
stand directly in front of the comet.
MATT: Well, do you want to
go inside and let me be all fanboy on you for the rest of the night?
EVE: Actually, I’d really
like that. Just as long as you don’t
hold ‘Dance Like You’re Naked’ against me.
MATT: Oh God, you wrote
that too?
EVE: Yup.
MATT: That song is awful!
EVE: Hey, you can’t win ‘em
all.
(They
enter the club together.)
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