Jonah: antsy; to be read abruptly, quickly, almost always in a panic.
Mirror-Jonah: Jonahās reflection in the mirror. Sassy. He wants to help Jonah, but canāt be heard when Jonah is determined to block him out.
Boss: Only heard from other side of phone call, not seen.
Avaleigh: Neither seen nor heard. She was perfect. Heāll do anything to get her back.
An apartment building in an average, middle America town. The year is 2020.
Post-it notes of various colors are hung up throughout the apartment. Some are inspirational, saying āYou can do it!ā or āOne day at a time!ā, while some state things like, āYouāre a piece of shitā, āStop being delusionalā. Negative post-it notes primarily on the mirrors.
Throughout the whole play, there is a cactus in a pot, in every scene.
/ means the next line begins.
The question of this play is, what is real? And thatās up to each individual audience member to decide. Jonah shows people that other peopleās realities arenāt always the same as yours.
*Jonah wakes up and it is midnight. He sits up in his bed. It is dark, with a small spotlight on his bed, and a window that shows it is pouring rain.*
*He reaches over to his phone and the bright screen shocks him, as he scrunches his face*
*Jonah starts to dial on the phone, and does so slowly, as if nervous*
Jonah: *on the phone; he stutters*Avaleigh, listen⦠Iāve really been thinking, and Iā¦
*He looks out the window at the hard rain. He touches the window with his finger, letting himself feel the cold glass. He wants to feel the rain on his fingers, he wants to run his fingers through Avaleighās hair, he wants to feel her warm skin and little scar on her left thigh again.*
Jonah: ⦠I think we can make it work. I mean, I know things have changed, I know nothing can ever remain the same no matter how badly I want it to. But⦠Avaleigh, I want to make this work!
I want to make you happy.
*He slowly hangs up the phone, flickering on a small light.*
*Jonah reaches over to his bed side table and picks up a bottle of pills. He pours two pills out and swallows them without water.*
*He then sits in his bed with a book of a collection of Edgar Allen Poe short stories and begins to read, stopping a few pages in, sighing, and putting down the book.*
Jonah: One moment at a time, Jonah. One moment at a time.
*He turns off the light. It is pitch black with the only light being the moonlight coming from the window, in which we can watch the shadows of the rain*
*A few minutes will pass, and the window will slowly fade the rain away, and enter in sunlight.*
*Once the lighting is set as a bright morning, an alarm clock goes off on Jonahās phone.*
*Jonah wakes up abruptly from the alarm, jumping up and grabbing his phone, shutting off the alarm. He looks outside at the window, and notices that itās sunny. A new day has come, and it is bright and sunny. He is⦠hopeful?*
*His room is covered in multicolored post-it notes. Everywhere. He looks at them and reads them in his head as he passes each one. When he looks at the ones by the window or the mirror, he quivers.*
*He makes his bed, perfecting every corner, then he walks to his desk and pulls out a notebook to write his schedule*
Jonah: Okay, so, if I brush my teeth and put on clothes, I can make it to the office by 8:33am. I can take the bus, right? I think I can take it from The South Station to The Main St Station. I can get out, and go to Bagel Gourmet, I can get bagels for the whole office! Theyāll all be like, āOh look, Jonah got us all bagels!ā Theyāll all be so happy. Iāll make them all so happy.
*He gets distracted, mumbling about how happy heāll make them, fantasizing about friendships with these coworkers*
Okay, okay, I can get to work at 8:52. Allotting time for helloās and removing my coat, I will work from 8:56 until 12:23. I will go to the bathroom, then Iāll take a lunch break from 12:25 to 12:50. I will allow ten minutes for the returning socialization, possible phone calls, or maybe I will read the newspaper. But I will start working again no later than 1pm, continuing to work until 9:38. Iāll put in those extra 8 minutes so I seem like a hard worker.
A hard worker. Me, thatās right, Iām a hard worker. Hello, Iām Jonah, nice to meet you, Iām a hard worker!
I will walk home, so that I can stop by Avaleighās.
Yeah, I can stop by Avaleighās and maybe sheāll be there! Maybe sheāll be there, and Iāll say Hello!
Maybe Iāll walk by, and, and maybe Iāll look and see another man. A man who isnāt me. Maybe Iāll-
Work Before Play! Work Before Play!
*He paces around the room as though he is looking for what to do next but unsure of the move. He picks up a post-it note and moves it to a different location, then goes to his desk and grabs a bottle of pills. He pours a few out and takes them.*
Jonah: One day at a time, Jonah. One day at a time. You can survive today, and we can focus on tomorrow, tomorrow. Tomorrow tomorrow! Tom-or-row, haha!
How does a man eat an elephant, Jonah?
One bite at a time, Jonah.
*The next line is to be said while slowly going into a cry/panic. Additional or less repetition of the phrase is okay*
One bite at a time. One bite at a time. One bite at a time. One bite at a-
*The spotlight on the cactus*
*he gets up and looks at the clock*
Jonah: Okay, okay! If I leave now, I can make it to the office by⦠9:03! I mean, I wonāt be able to get bagels for everyone, but at least Iāll make it to the office. Yeah, yeah Jonah, at least youāll make it to the office, at least youāll get to greet everyone, say your hellos!
Youāll make it to the office, Jonah, youāll make it!
*Jonah takes a few more pills. He begins pacing around the room for a few moments before stopping while mumbling to himself. He pulls out his phone, nervously, and dials on his phone.*
*ringing noiseā¦.. BEEEEEP*
*During the call, on a mirror at a different point on the stage, a reflection of Mirror Jonah is shown, arms crossed, shaking head dissaprovingly.*
Jonah: Avaleigh! Hi! Hi, itās uh Jo- uh, itās me.
I want to see you⦠today.
Yeah, I want to see you today, Avaleigh.
My life isnāt the same without you.
My life isnāt the same without you in it.
Please, please come back.
*He tries to hold it together but his mind is overcome with despair.*
Iām begging you, Avaleigh.
Jonah: Okay, okay so now Iām a little late. Now, Iām a little late, but I can still make it! I can still make it! You can still make it, Jonah, you can still make it to work!
One bite at a time, Jonah.
One step at a time, Jonah.
*begins pacing again, then waters the cactus*
Jonah: Remember when Avaleigh got you this cactus? She got it to protect me. Remember she said, āThis is your protector. A cactus is humble, it doesnāt ask for much, but it is by no means submissive. It protects itself from risks without hurting any other aspect of nature. Cut it open and it has the qualities to heal humans, drink it and youāll think youāre floating up to God. A cactus fulfills the need for nature as well as providing as a weapon. Itās a contraction within itself. Itās just like you, Jonah.ā
*He paces around, mumbling to himself questioning what he needs to do before he can leave for work*
Jonah: Okay, okay, Jonah.
I just need to wash my face,
Yeah⦠Iāll wash my face and,
And Iāll wash my hands too,
Of course, canāt forget to wash my hands.
and, and Iāll fix up my hair.
Yes, make my hair look nice for work,
Iāll make my hair look nice and everyone will say,
āWow, Jonah, look at your hair!ā
āHow dapper you look!ā
āWhat a stud that Jonah is!ā
I bet Avaleigh would even fall in love with me again,
Sheād see my hair and sheād fall for me
Sheād fall into my arms and say,
āWow Jonah, you look so handsome, thanks for doing your hair!ā
*he mumbles about looking good and doing his hair for a little while walking to a bathroom. Need a sink and a mirror. Mirror reflection is seen by audience.*
Jonah: You can do this Jonah.
*Washes hands very intensely. Turns sink on and off various times.*
*Dries hand with a dull hand-towel. He makes sure his hands are completely dry and takes his time with it.*
*He looks in the mirror with the towel in his hands, his face starts to scrunch up, he begins to cry. However, after the face becomes scrunched up in the mirror, the mirror shows āMirror Jonahā, confident, not crying, fed up with Jonahās shit.*
Mirror Jonah: Jonah, you piece of shit!
*Jonah looks up in the mirror, sad, confused, but not as shocked as you would think one would be if their reflection started talking to them. It seems as though theyāve met before.*
Mirror Jonah: Yeah, you. You, Jonah. Get your fucking shit together.
Jonah: I am! I- I washed my hands, I am doing my hair⦠Iām gonna go to work, Iām gonna greet everyone with hellos!
Mirror Jonah: I know you wonāt.
We both know / you wonāt
*Mirror Jonah rolls his eyes and slightly chuckles*
Jonah: Stop mocking me! I will, okay! Iām going to do my hair and everyoneās gonna say I look so nice and put together! Avaleigh is going to love it!
Mirror Jonah: Youāre delusional, Jonah, Iām trying to help you.
Mirror Jonah: By telling you the truth./ Something you can never do for yourself.
Jonah: Shut up shut up shut up!
*Jonah gets angry. Angry tears stream down his face, he is raging. Lights represent chaos. He is screaming and yelling, telling Mirror Jonah to shut up and leave him alone.*
*Mirror Jonah holds up a cactus. Jonah bangs against the mirror, then screams in pain and looks at his hand, full of cactus needles.*
Mirror Jonah: The cactus⦠A weapon that will always flower.
Mirror Jonah:*amongst Jonahās screams* Iām trying to help you!
*Mirror Jonah writes something on a post-it note and places it on the mirror.*
Jonah: Leave me alone! I donāt want you! I donāt like you!
*Amongst this screaming, at one point, the mirror returns to being simply a reflection of Jonah*
*He is screaming banging on the mirror, cracking it. It continues to crack, but he keeps banging, with glass getting under his finger-tips making him bleed more. There is blood all over the mirror as Jonah bangs against it, bloodying his hands more and more with each movement*
*Amongst the chaos, people dressed in all black will put cacti throughout the bathroom. Some of the cacti will have candle wicks at the top and be lit, some simply with a spotlight. But, there should be a lot of cacti and movement.*
*Eventually, he backs up and looks at the cracked, bloody mirror, and notices his reflection.*
Youāre just gonna be silent now!
*He waits for a response that will never come.*
Jonah: Fucking speak to me!
*No response. He stares at the mirror but simply sees himself: bloody, crying, a mess.*
*Jonah keeps trying to get Mirror Jonah to return, by both screaming and silently crying. Eventually, he falls to the ground in despair. He puts his head in his bloody hands and sits there, crying, with his reflection in the mirror.*
*A few moments pass, then the spotlight is on the mirror, off of Jonah. There is no reflection. The audience can see how broken, cracked, and bloody it is. A few moments later, blackout with spotlight on a cactus in the mirror.*
*It is now evening. It is dim, lighting and windows reflects that. It could be raining.*
*Jonah is pacing around the room. There are bags under his eyes*
*Jonah dials on his phone, both eager and timid*
Jonah: Hi, Avaleigh. Itās⦠itās uh, itās me again
ā¦I just really miss you.
I just donāt know⦠what to do without you and-
Iām sorry, okay! Iām just,
*Jonah returns to his desk, dumps out some pills and swallows them without water*
*I want the actor to interpret how to say this next line. Mockingly, serious, with tears, laughing. What is your experience with medication? How can you express that with this line?*
Jonah: Just take your pills, Jonah.
Youāll feel better, Jonah.
*Jonah begins to pace around again. Timid, he pulls out his phone and dials, but within the first ring he hangs up with fear.*
*He writes down āConfidence!ā on a post-it note and sticks it to the wall, or on his phone.*
*He sighs, builds up confidence, then redials*
*The phone rings. The ringing is loud, intensifying in Jonahās ear like the beat of your heart does as you lay on a cheap motel pillow*
Boss: Hello, this is Greenside, how can I help you?
*Jonah pauses. He tries to speak but no sound comes out of his lingering lips.*
*While he speaks, he is drawing a cactus on a post-it note.*
Jonah: Hey, hi, uh, hi this is Jonah.
I, uh, I was really going to make it into the office today,
I swear, I had it all planned out and,
But, uh, something came up.
I promise, I promise I will be there bright and early tomorrow
With my hair done nicely and
A whole box of bagels for the whole office!
Iāll, Iāll be there, I/ promise.
Boss: *sighs; beat*Jonahā¦
Jonah: I mean it, I will! Iām so sorry.
Boss: Look Jonah, itās justā¦
I get that itās hard and I understand that youāre struggling, but itās justā¦
Itās been two years, Jonah.
Itās been two years since youāve come into the office. The last time you were here was in 2018, Jonah!
I mean, weāve replaced you, you have to know that, right?
You just, you need to stop calling.
*Jonah angrily puts the post-it note up. A light on it. It is a drawing of a cactus, and over it says, āI DONāT GET THE DIFFRERNCE BETWEEN HEAVEN AND HELL.ā*
Boss: Just. Stop. Calling.
*Boss hangs up on Jonah. There is a BEEEEEEEEEP to show the call has ended. It feels longer than it should be.*
*Time is moving differently.*
*He holds the phone away from his ear without hanging up. He drops the phone, and it bounces on the ground once. The BEEEP gets louder over time.*
*Jonah stutters and mumbles before falling to the ground, crying.*
BLACKOUT (with spotlight on the cactus. Maybe different colored spotlight.)
*Jonah is in bed. The time is past midnight. Lighting is dim, maybe a candle at the bed side. He is rocking back and forth. He has the Edgar Allen Poe book in his lap, with post-it notes throughout it. He pours some pills into his hand.*
Jonah: Just take your pills, Jonah
Everything will be okay Jonah
Just take your pills and youāll be okay.
Youāll be able to sleep
Youāll be able to sleep and
Youāll be able to sleep and
Youāll wake up in the morning and
Youāll look in the mirror and
Youāll fix your hair and
Youāll look so good, Jonah
Avaleigh would have said āyou look so goodā
I know! Because I know! Because I love her and I know her
Iām gonna see her tomorrow,
I will. I am going to see her tomorrow,
*Jonah writes down āGO TO AVALEIGHāSā on a post-it note and puts it right on the wall by his bed*
*The lights are blinding- no one can see what is on the stage. Over time, they become dimmer, but still bright enough to represent a sunny day.*
*It is morning now. The sun is bright and there is an optimistic vibe to the atmosphere, presented through lights and setting. Birds are singing. Hope is in the air, but delusion is in the wind.*
*Spotlight on Jonah on the side of the stage, holding a single flower in one hand, a gun in the other.*
Jonah: Avaleigh, Iām coming for you.
*He looks at the gun, then the flower, then the gun, flower, gun, flower, etc.*
Jonah: *As though talking to someone who asked him a question*
No, I donāt know what Iām gonna do.
But Iām getting her back in whatever way possible
No matter what that means.
*Mirror-Jonah walks in holding the frame of a mirror. He sits down in a back corner and holds it in front of him, watching Jonah*
*Jonah begins to walk across the stage, slowly. He is the calmest we have ever seen him*
*As Jonah walks, he continues to look from the flower to gun to flower to gun etc. He is unsure of what to do.*
*Once at the other side of the stage, the spotlight is still only on Jonah (with dim lighting on Mirror Jonah). There is a small figure to his right*
Jonah: I know itās been a while. I shouldāve come to see you sooner. Iāve called, I - I just couldnāt actually face you. Itās too hard.
Jonah: But, I want to be with you. Iām ready to be with you again.
*The spotlight widens, revealing a tombstone that states: HERE LIES THE BEAUTIFUL AVALEIGH TRUONG. BELOVED DAUGHTER, FRIEND, AND LOVER. 1-12-1990 TO 9-26-18. SHE IS LOVED AND MISSED BY ALL.*
*He puts the flower on her grave, and lies down, as though cuddling with her ghost. It seems as though he is actually holding onto a figure, like someone is actually there.*
*He doesnāt cry. He remains there as people surround him with cacti. Mirror Jonah bangs against the inside of the mirror but canāt get out.*
*Jonah puts the gun in his mouth*