Act I, Day I

 

(Niles is cutting shapes out of paper with scissors. He goes over near the chimney.)

Niles : Hello?

(No answer. Niles moves back and forth looking for the spot.)

Niles : Hello?

Voice: Hel-lo.

Niles : Do you need help? Are you stuck in the chimney?

Voice: Hel-lo.

Niles (suavely): Well, hello. I thought I had imagined you.

Voice: She was a waitress before that.

Niles : Where are you? Are you undead?

Voice: I just want to talk and talk. I feel like I've been walled up. It must be horrifying for you.

Niles : If you're undead I guess I should apologize.

Voice: Are you listening?

Niles (louder): Sure. I don't know if you're real.

Voice: What kind of girl are you looking for?

Niles (offended): Hey, look, you know?

Voice: I really want to try things.

Niles : What kind of things?

Voice: No, not really.

Niles : Oh.

Voice: I kept thinking this can't go on. Can't, can't, can't.

Niles : Well, you're here, I'm here. It's not so bad.

Voice: Just because something is supposed to happen doesn't mean it will happen.

Niles : What's your name, anyways.

Voice: Imperiled Fawn.

Niles : Is it French?

Voice: How many times do we have to go through this? You and your little fences.

Niles : Sorry. I guess it's because we hardly know each other.

Voice: I'm probably closer to you than anyone.

Niles (brightening): Well, it's good to talk to someone. We don't have to get married or anything, but...

Voice: I'm from a town in Missouri . You've probably never heard of it. What do you do all day?

Niles : I'm an artist.

Voice: I guess that's more believable for you.

Niles : I have these feelings, and…

Voice: Thanks anyway. See you later.

Niles : Wait, stick around. Imperiled Fawn? Hello?

 

(Enter Giles, who stands at the door.)

 

Niles (staying in his spot): Giles! There's a voice in my chimney named Imperiled Fawn.

Giles (yawning): Even to imply through some deft bit of innuendo and modifiers that I can listen to this vivisection of your fantasies will place such a strain on our relationship as I can't even tell you. Don't cry Argentina at my funeral, Cabeza de Vaca.

 

[Exit Giles.]

 

Niles : Giles? Hello? Imperiled Fawn?

 

 

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