American Idiot. Act 1, Scene 2
MURDER CITY
ACT ONE, SCENE TWO
(Curtains open on a room with two doors, a dresser with a mirror, a window with a seat, and a coat rack. Door 1 leads to the street and Door 2 leads to the bathroom. Christian’s currently in the bathroom, crying over the murder of D11. Enter Sj and W SL)
W: Sorry you had to see that, you ok Jay?
(Sj shakes head and walks towards Door 1.)
W: You know that she needs to be replaced right?
(Sj nods and sighs soundlessly)
W: When do you wanna do tryouts?
(Sj shrugs and turns away, W turns Sj to face her)
W: Please don’t cry Jay. Tell ya what old Whatsername’s gonna do. I’m gonna go home, eat about a quart of ice cream, watch some bad Spanish soap opera I don’t understand till about 3 am, and go to sleep, ok? Now you go and do that too.
(Sj nods and walks up to Door 1 with W)
W: Goodnight, St.Jimmy
(W turns and exits SL. Sj opens door 1 and enters the apartment, then slams the door. The person singing in this scene is Jimmy, not St.Jimmy)
J: Desperate, but not hopeless. I feel so useless in the murder city. Desperate, but not helpless. The clock strikes midnight in the murder city. I'm wide awake after the riots. This demonstration of our anguish.
(J looks trough the dresser)
J: This empty laughter has no reason.
(Finds a bottle and tips it upside down, showing that it’s empty)
J: Like a bottle of your favorite poison.
(Sits on the bed, head hung)
J: We are the last call and we're so pathetic
(During the guitar solo, Sj gets up, and tosses their gloves on the dresser, puts the bottle next to them and takes off their coat, hat, and mask, putting them on the coat rack and revealing Jimmy, a 16 year old girl with bright red, chin length hair, and sister to Christian. She walks to door two and knocks, then listens then turns and slides down with her back against the wall.)
J: Christian's crying in the bathroom. And I just want to bum a cigarette.
(Runs hair through hair)
J: We've come so far, we've been so wasted.
(Walks to mirror)
J: It's written all over our faces.
(Leans into mirror)
J: We are the last call and we're so pathetic
(Steps back and chucks the empty bottle at the mirror, shattering it)
J: Desperate, but not hopeless. I feel so useless in the murder city. Desperate, but not helpless. The clock strikes midnight in the murder city.
(Falls to her knees in a pile of broken glass, grabbing a shard and trying to cut her forearm)
Desperate, but not hopeless. I feel so useless in the murder city. Desperate, but not helpless. The clock strikes midnight in the...
(Breaks down crying as Christian rushes out and moves her away from the glass, then holds her as she cries. Curtains close.)
ACT ONE, SCENE TWO
(Curtains open on a room with two doors, a dresser with a mirror, a window with a seat, and a coat rack. Door 1 leads to the street and Door 2 leads to the bathroom. Christian’s currently in the bathroom, crying over the murder of D11. Enter Sj and W SL)
W: Sorry you had to see that, you ok Jay?
(Sj shakes head and walks towards Door 1.)
W: You know that she needs to be replaced right?
(Sj nods and sighs soundlessly)
W: When do you wanna do tryouts?
(Sj shrugs and turns away, W turns Sj to face her)
W: Please don’t cry Jay. Tell ya what old Whatsername’s gonna do. I’m gonna go home, eat about a quart of ice cream, watch some bad Spanish soap opera I don’t understand till about 3 am, and go to sleep, ok? Now you go and do that too.
(Sj nods and walks up to Door 1 with W)
W: Goodnight, St.Jimmy
(W turns and exits SL. Sj opens door 1 and enters the apartment, then slams the door. The person singing in this scene is Jimmy, not St.Jimmy)
J: Desperate, but not hopeless. I feel so useless in the murder city. Desperate, but not helpless. The clock strikes midnight in the murder city. I'm wide awake after the riots. This demonstration of our anguish.
(J looks trough the dresser)
J: This empty laughter has no reason.
(Finds a bottle and tips it upside down, showing that it’s empty)
J: Like a bottle of your favorite poison.
(Sits on the bed, head hung)
J: We are the last call and we're so pathetic
(During the guitar solo, Sj gets up, and tosses their gloves on the dresser, puts the bottle next to them and takes off their coat, hat, and mask, putting them on the coat rack and revealing Jimmy, a 16 year old girl with bright red, chin length hair, and sister to Christian. She walks to door two and knocks, then listens then turns and slides down with her back against the wall.)
J: Christian's crying in the bathroom. And I just want to bum a cigarette.
(Runs hair through hair)
J: We've come so far, we've been so wasted.
(Walks to mirror)
J: It's written all over our faces.
(Leans into mirror)
J: We are the last call and we're so pathetic
(Steps back and chucks the empty bottle at the mirror, shattering it)
J: Desperate, but not hopeless. I feel so useless in the murder city. Desperate, but not helpless. The clock strikes midnight in the murder city.
(Falls to her knees in a pile of broken glass, grabbing a shard and trying to cut her forearm)
Desperate, but not hopeless. I feel so useless in the murder city. Desperate, but not helpless. The clock strikes midnight in the...
(Breaks down crying as Christian rushes out and moves her away from the glass, then holds her as she cries. Curtains close.)
haha amazing i would have never thought of that :' )
xx-She's a rebel-xx, September 27th, 2010 at 01:44:29pm
DUDE amazing! more! I demand it! jk!
nimrod-kid, September 24th, 2010 at 08:13:05pm
awww that's good sucky days suck baaad. That post looks funny with all the mutiple letters oh well I'm not gonna fix it. xD
Shoelace-Necktie, September 21st, 2010 at 10:52:15pm
Thank you, you just made a sucky day better :)
Lucky 13, September 21st, 2010 at 12:25:39pm
very nice nice use of lyrics mixing in with the actions of the characters....I want more it's becoming addictive :/ . Anyway good job and keep at it your good.
Shoelace-Necktie, September 20th, 2010 at 10:39:24pm