GRAVITROPY
Directed by Melissa Haines
With Eden Neuendorf and Anika Solveig
Scene 1
(Micki and Sandra, acting students, rehearse as astronauts. Micki refers to a script on an index card, keeping it hidden at first.)
MICKI
Doctor Sandra, come in. Sandy babe, do you read me? I have a sexy voice and I can say anything and you’ll feel like you’re standing on a beach in Thailand rather than buying Budweiser on your phone…Wha? I’m not gonna butt crumb, Irena.
IRENA
Micki, you have to say “Yes, and…” That’s the number one rule of improv class.
MICKI
Yes, and that’s why this is foobar. We can’t use a script, duh, it’s improv.
IRENA
Keep reading. It gets better. So I say, “Captain George, stop being charming and focus on the Mission.”
MICKI
You have it memorized?
IRENA
Of course I’m off book. It’s scene night. How else do I make it look like improv? Here, tape it to your arm.
MICKI
Are you joking? The gapers will see. Let’s improvise, baby. We’re on next. Come on, ride this swell. Hell, let’s even do a different movie.
IRENA
No! We’re doing “Gravity in 60 Seconds.” That’s what we told Mister Haines. This isn’t “Freestyle Life With Micki The Surfer Chick,” this is a freaking class!
MICKI
So, we’ll just shout “Scene change!” and do whatever we want. I just watched Die Hard. The first one. That was good motherfucking holiday viewing, yippee cayay.
IRENA
You’re George Clooney and I’m Sandra Bullock. That we agreed on. You can’t go making these basic changes. Here just let me do this. No one will see.
MICKI
Come on, tape me up. Get kinky, baby. Do whatever you need to work out your backstage issues. Thank you.
IRENA
No, thank you. Can you read that?
MICKI
“Let’s do some cool space shit together. Sandra talks. Oops miscalculated.” What? That makes no sense.
IRENA
I’m Sandra. You have only George’s lines. That way I could fit the whole script on there and you can still see it. Come on, let’s rehearse. I’ll start. “Gravity in Sixty Seconds!” Now, you’re talking…
MICKI
Here in outer space I am floating in my space suit with Sandra Bullock astronaut chick and it’s all chill andI’m hitting on you and we just you know some cray cray space tsunami is about to wreck this orbital luau-
IRENA
W-T-F? You’re gonna take like sixty seconds to get to the first explosion! You’re not even in character,you’re just giving like a TV Guide on weed description of the movie. Stick to the script, seriously. Here,let’s start there, at the impact. “Oooo-oooo-oooh! Whoaaaaaah! Hello? Houston? Anyone?” Ok, come on, you have the next line.
MICKI
What’s this, “Lie face down?” That’s in the movie?
IRENA
We do that when they’re going to the I.S.S.
MICKI
They got audited? Fuck, I don’t remember that part. I must have been out smoking a doob.
IRENA
Ok, let’s take it from there.
(Irena lies face down on the floor.)
MICKI
You don’t look like you’re falling through space. This is falling through space.
IRENA
Whatever. So I say, “Yeah boy, you saved my ass, here we go.” Now it’s your line.
MICKI
That’s ok, I get it.
IRENA
Say it.
MICKI
No. I get it. You’re a control freak. Maybe you’re O.C.C. Did your therapist tell you to take this class?
IRENA
It’s O.C.D., butthead. Say the line. Right there.
MICKI
“3D all in sexy voice hot space.” There, are you happy? See. That’s how to control a control freak. Do as they say, completely wrong. Then they do it themselves, and you’re surfing on a Tuesday, like this class.
IRENA
Dude, you’re surfing in radiation from Fukushima.
MICKI
I know.
IRENA
You know?
MICKI
Yeah, we all know. What can you do? We’re all going to die from something. It just kinda sucks that humanbeings can’t be bothered to live sustainably.
IRENA
I buy organic. Mostly. I mean, GMOs. And I recycle.
MICKI
Fuck recycling! Fuck your Prius! I’m talking being the change you want to see in the world. Ghandi style. I’m talking about a water bottle and sneakers.
IRENA
I don’t have a car either. Tickets and oil wars and CO2. But there’s only so much one person can do.
MICKI
Yes, the overwhelming cataclysmic shitstorm of our times is systemic, but we can do better than run around clucking over the new Pottery Barn catalog.
IRENA
Pottery Barn? Even your earnestness is out of style.
MICKI
Did you hear that applause? We’re on.
IRENA
But, I need to go to the bathroom first.
MICKI
There’s no time for that. Haines is waving us on.
IRENA
I must have eaten something funny. Seriously. This is an issue. I need to go.
MICKI
Irena, you are not going to bail on me.
IRENA
Yes I am! Stop! Wait! Give me your script.
MICKI
It’s show time.
IRENA
Please? Please? No…I can’t…
(Micki drags Irena off stage and back on.)
MICKI
You start. What’s the line? Entropy, no. Gravity!
IRENA
Yes and sixty seconds.
MICKI
Yes, and, Sandra Bullock.
IRENA
Yes, and Monster Garage.
MICKI
Yes and… Doctor Sandra, come in. I have a sexy voice and it’s like you’re having a Bud in Thailand on your phone.
IRENA
Yes and Captain, Micki…whoops George, the mission has, uh, lost focus. Use the force, Luke. I mean, uh…
(reads card taped to her wrist)
MICKI
Come in Mission Control. Houston, do you copy? Uh guys, you are fucked. Here comes something that will wreak havoc, starting with radio contact with earth. Oh no! It’s here, Doctor Sandra! Get to the ship!
IRENA
What’s happening? I’m totally lost.
(as Mission Control)
(as George)
(Micki pulls Irena face down, reading the script.)
MICKI
Hey Sandy babe, saved your fine sporty forty ass, let’s do some cool space shit together. Like go to the I.S.S.
IRENA
Yes and, boing, boing! The big space slingshot thing!
MICKI
But then I gotta go, Sandy babe. Houston in the blind, she’s on her own.
IRENA
Oh no. I mean, yes, and…FOR HERE AM I FLOATING IN MY TIN CAN FAR ABOVE THE Ground PLANET EARTH IS Round AND THERE’S Buh-buh-da-da-na-na-na THIS IS GROUND CONTROL TO doo-doo-doo…
MICKI
All in 3D! With my sexy voice.
IRENA
Yes, and me in my underwear.
MICKI
It’s hot in space.
IRENA
But it’s even hotter here, so take a step against global warming, and stand up for nature. Put your feet on the ground to get around, like me.
MICKI
Welcome back to Earth, Sandy babe.
MICKI AND IRENA
Gravitropy! Yes and, that’s the way it goes.
(sings, to “Major Tom” by David Bowie)
(The End.)