Thursday, March 31, 2011
Juliet was the main character in a novel I didn't finished, Let Her Cry. I'm reworking the novel, but this part probably won't appear in it. Still, it's something Juliet needs to say...
Let her Cry
By Juliet Lourdes
Setting: a small home in Los Angeles, CA
Cristina: Juliet’s mother, late forties
Dan/Danny: Juliet’s father, early forties
Juliet lies on the floor of her bedroom with her feet in the air. Her laptop is next to her. She types with one hand as she speaks.
I’ll bet when people think of me, they are like, “Wow, look at her, she’s so cool with her clothes from Out of the Closet, all punky and retro. She gets that from her mother, Cristina Lourdes, the actress. Juliet’s mother is the coolest mother in the world…”
They don’t know us. They don’t know that sometimes I have to lie on the floor with my feet in the air, counting…
Cristina and Dan enter the living room, just one thin wall away from Juliet’s bedroom. Cristina slams the door behind them, then pushes past Dan and paces.
They hated me! I’m not going to get the part! I hate me! You hate me!
Cristina collapses on the floor, bawling.
I don’t hate you.
They hated me.
No one hates you.
Dan tries to comfort Cristina, but she pushes him away and hurries past Juliet’s room to her own. Dan stares after her, lost. He goes to the stereo, puts on a Hootie and the Blowfish tune, “Let Her Cry”. The lyrics blare, “And if the sun comes out tomorrow/ Let her cry…”
Juliet, still lying on her floor with her feet in the air, gulps for air as she counts…
Eighty-nine, eighty-eight, eighty-seven…
Juliet stops counting, looks at the audience.
“They” don’t know us. Sure, my mother and I are close. Sure, she’s cool. She takes me to awesome thrift shops for clothes. She’s my best friend sometimes. She taught me that when I’m having a panic attack, I should put my feet in the air and count backwards from one hundred because if you’re counting, you’re breathing, plus, no one dies with their feet in the air, counting backwards from one hundred. When I have a panic attack, it feels like someone’s going to die.
Scene four:While Juliet continues to count, Hootie continues to play in the living room – “And if the sun comes up tomorrow/Let her be...let her be.” Dan gulps from a glass of scotch. Cristina rushes out of her bedroom, runs to Dan and collapses against him. Juliet is still counting. Dan and Cristina hug-walk to their bedroom. No one checks on Juliet.