My contribution to the October 2014 Live Arts Late Night cabaret.
With T.J. Ferguson, Kip McCharen, Eric Bryant, Chris Beale, and Christina Ball.
Written and Directed by Sean Michael McCord. Performed Oct. 4, 2014.
Full text below.
TIM AND TIM AGAIN (TIMMY, a young man of about 20, is pacing back and forth, nervous and keyed up, talking directly to an open laptop which is recording a video. Next to the laptop, but as yet unseen to the audience, is a gun.) TIMMY: You drove me to this, Belinda! You said we would always be together. Then I find out from my friends that you're seeing some other guy! Well I loved you first. It was Timmy and Belinda forever. You ended us, and now I'm going to end everything! (Timmy picks up the gun and holds it up to his temple. Suddenly, TIMOTHY, Timmy from ten years in the future, appears) TIMOTHY: Timmy, don't do it! Don't pull the trigger! TIMMY: Gaauurgh! Who are you? TIMOTHY: I'm Timothy. I'm you from ten years in the future, and I'm here to tell you, don't pull that trigger. You have so much to live for. TIMMY: You're me from ten years in the future? TIMOTHY: Yes. TIMMY: God, I look terrible. I'm ending it right now. (Timmy puts the gun back to his head and pulls the trigger. It clicks once but nothing happens. Timmy pulls the gun from his head and looks at it quizzically) TIMOTHY: No, wait! Hear me out first. TIMMY: Hold on, how can you be me from the future? If I kill myself, then I have no future. TIMOTHY: That's because you don't actually kill yourself tonight. The gun misfires the first two times. You can't go through with it. You put the gun away and never tell anyone. But this begins a long, dark, painful period in your life. I'm here to tell you that it gets better. TIMMY: What about Belinda? TIMOTHY: You both move on. Honestly, I haven't thought about her in years. Not since I met Annabelle. TIMMY: Who? TIMOTHY: My wife. Your wife, in the future. She's lovely. TIMMY: We both just move on? TIMOTHY: It's for the best. Truly. Send Belinda one last message on your computer. Tell her ... "thank you, and goodbye". (Timothy is very reassuring. It takes a moment, but Timmy puts the gun down, swallows hard, and begins to type on the computer.) TIMMY: "Dear Belinda ... I wish you all the best ... It's time for us both to move on. Thank you, and good..." (Suddenly TIM, Timmy from twenty years in the future, appears) TIM: Timmy, don't do it! Don't send that message. (This time, both Timmy and Timothy scream) TIMMY & TIMOTHY: Gaauurgh! Who are you? TIM: My name is Tim. I'm you from twenty years in the future, and I'm telling you not to send that message. Belinda is the only woman that you ever truly loved, and if you send that message, you'll never hear from her again. TIMOTHY: What about Annabelle? TIM: That bitch left and took me for everything I have. TIMOTHY: Now wait a minute, you can't talk about her that way! TIM: She's a bitch and you're an idiot! (Tim and Timothy begin arguing uncontrollably: "bitch", "how dare you!", "idiot!", "you're just a bitter old man". This goes on for several seconds.) TIMMY: Hey! Hey! (Timmy can't get their attention. He picks up the gun, holds it up into the air and pulls the trigger, but nothing happens. He looks at it in disgust, then counts to two and realizes those were the two misfires. He screams at Timothy and Tim.) TIMMY: HEY! I've got a gun here! (Timothy and Tim stop their arguing, turn, and look at Timmy. He holds the gun back up to his head and gives them a sarcastic "Hello!" look) TIMMY: Why shouldn't I pull the trigger right now and get this over with? TIMOTHY: Because in a few years from now, at your darkest hour, you will meet a beautiful woman named Annabelle and she'll change your life. TIM: (indicating Timothy) He's an idiot. Shoot him. TIMOTHY: (to Tim) If he shoots me, then you'll die too...! TIM: Meh. TIMOTHY: What the hell happened to you? TIM: I never should have let Belinda go. TIMOTHY: No wonder Annabelle left you. You're just a sad old man. TIM: You know what they say, "third Tim's the charm!" (to Timmy) He's right, kid. I'm just a sad old man. "Timothy" here is just fooling himself. We were never truly happy. ("TABATHA", Timmy in 30 or 40 years and wearing a dress, suddenly appears) TABATHA: That's because you didn't know your true self. TIMMY & TIMOTHY & TIM: Gaauurgh! Who are you? TABATHA: I'm Tabatha. And I was miserable for decades until I discovered the truth: that I was a woman trapped in a man's body! TIM: I take it back. (indicating "Tabatha") Shoot her! TABATHA: No, you don't understand. This hurt that you feel inside, it's all because you're repressed. You won't be fulfilled in anything until you learn to love your true self. TIMOTHY: Timmy, you're at a crossroads. That's why we came back. All of the pain in your life starts right here, in this moment. I know it looks overwhelming right now, but you are going to have great passion in your life. (Timmy looks long and hard at Timothy, then Tim, then Tabatha, then back at the gun. He is thinking.) TIMOTHY: For Anabelle. TIM: Belinda. TABATHA: "Tabatha" (AN OLD WOMAN suddenly appears. She is dressed similarly, but not identically, to Tabatha) OLD WOMAN: Timmy, is that you? TIMMY: Oh, hell no! All y'all are going down! (Timmy raises the gun back to his head. Timothy screams "NO!" and lunges for it, trying to wrest the gun from Timmy's hand. The gun fires. Timothy staggers back, clutching his chest. He stares at Timmy for a moment, then Timothy, Tim, and Tabatha all collapse dead on the stage.) OLD WOMAN: Timmy, who are all these people? TIMMY: Well, that's me ten years in the future, that other one is me twenty years in the future, and the ugly old woman, I don't know, is me in some dystopian alternate reality. And that makes you...? OLD WOMAN: I'm Belinda. I've come from the future to beg you to take me back. (Timmy stares in shock, then drops the gun and embraces her in a passionate kiss. They pull away from each other and say nothing for a beat. And then...) OLD WOMAN & TIMMY: (simultaneously) "Meh". TIMMY: I guess we really have moved on. OLD WOMAN: You're right. What's past is past. I never should have come back here. I'm just going to return to my own time and die. (Belinda turns to leave the same way she came. Timmy hesitates a moment, then bounds after her.) TIMMY: Wait, I'll come with you. (He turns to take one last look at the mess he's left behind) TIMMY: I've got no future here. (Timmy catches up with Belinda and admires her dress) TIMMY: That's a nice dress. Where'd you get that? (They exit together) BLACKOUT