Sitting room. In the middle of the room is a table covered with a white tablecloth and set with three wine glasses. Three chairs are arranged around the table. Then three people enter the room: a plump woman in her 50ies, a man at the same age with broad shoulders and a young man about 25 years old, with longish brown hair. Whereas the couple is clad in rather formal clothes, the young man is wearing washed out jeans and a t-shirt. The young man is their son, who has applied for fine arts at the university. He got “the letter” from it. The parents invited him in their house to hear the latest news.
Woman: Pete, just sit here at your usual place, please. And Mike, can you bring the wine bottle please, the one I bought today at the supermarket?
Woman and son sit down. The man goes into the kitchen. The woman is rather excited, rubs her hands, takes up her wine glass and puts it down again, tries to smooth the table cloth. The son is staring at the table. The man comes back with a big wine bottle, reading the label.
Man: reads Char-donn-ay. Never heard that name before.
Woman: It is a French wine. My friend Glenda told me that it is a very nice one. She’s got some experience with wine, you know.
Man: You can say that! opens the bottle with some difficulty. There it is! pours the wine into the three glasses.
Woman: raises her glass Well, to the future student of the Fine Arts!
Son: looks up, cleans his throat Well, wait a moment, Mom.
Woman: puts her glass down Being accepted at the university is a reason to drink to, Pete. You are such a modest person. You’ve ever been. Do you remember, Mike, when he’s got that letter from his teacher, telling us what a great artist we have in the familiy. He didn’t want to talk about it, our Pete, didn’t he?
Woman: And now he’s got that letter of acceptance from the university and doesn’t want us to drink to it! You know, I told Glenda yesterday, that we are so proud of having an artist in our family. And a student! The first one of the family! He won’t have to earn his money by selling cars to arrogant customers, like our Wayne has to do.
Man: There’s nothing bad with selling cars. His boss says he’s one of the best salesmen he ever had.
Woman: looks at the man and he won’t have to earn his money by putting bricks upon bricks each day!
Man: staring angryly at the woman and what’s wrong about that? We’re pretty well off with the wage I am carrying home every month! But I know you’ve always wanted someone more educated! Someone in a business suit!
Son: Mom and Dad, please!
Woman: You’re right, Pete. Your father and I won’t quarrel on such a wonderful day, won’t we, Mike! I am so exited! When are you to begin your studies?
Son: To tell you the truth, Mom and Dad…
Woman and Man: Yes, Son?
Son: Not this year.
Woman: not this year? What does that mean? Next year, then?
Son: No. He gets off his chair. Well, I can as well tell you all about it. They told me that they could not accept me. No artistic potential what so ever. Should not try again. I am no artist, Ma! Never will be! runs out of the room.
I wrote this piece because I wanted to try something I’ve never done before – writing a kind of screenplay. I don’t know anything about writing screenplays, I must admit. I just have a vague and amateurish idea how to write it. I can only publish it on my blog because I know that you, the community of my blog, are kind and capable of tolerating such an attack on any standards of writing. I promise: I won’t do it again!
This is a contribution to Mission(ImPossible) over at Joanna Young’s blog “Confident Writing”.