agp.

my heart burns for you.

everything we’ve been through.

every memory we have.

I can’t remove the tarnish,

but we can still shine.

because our love is beauty in disguise.

jlm.

"failed artistry" by me.

• My first scene written for my Writing for Performance class... got good reviews from my instructor : )
• FAILED ARTISTRY
• BY: ALLISON PORTER
• (CALLIE and JAKE are in an art museum. Both sipping their coffee, they stare at a questionable sculpture.)
• CALLIE: It’s obviously an expression of the artist’s struggle with the abandonment of his father.
• JAKE: Uhhh…
• CALLIE: I mean, look at it! The lines, the curves… the imagery this piece creates… it’s a direct reflection of the twistedness of the artist’s ominous and scarring past.
• (Beat)
• JAKE: I don’t see it.
• CALLIE: What do you mean, you don’t see it?
• JAKE: I don’t know, babe. It just kinda looks like a bunch of bent paperclips…
• CALLIE: (smiles) No, no, no… come look at it from over here, silly. You’ll totally see what I mean.
• (JAKE walks and stands behind CALLIE on the opposite side of the sculpture. CALLIE hunches down and peers intently. She gestures for JAKE to do the same)
• JAKE: Hmmm…
• CALLIE: It’s so fascinating… I mean, the artistry…
• (JAKE stands back up straight and yawns)
• CALLIE: Really, Jake? In the middle of museum… that just echoed so loud. Are you that bored?
• JAKE: I told you, Cal… I just don’t get this shit…
• CALLIE: Excuse me?
• JAKE: You see a beautiful sculpture that reflects the artist’s daddy’s issues or whatever… I see paperclips.
• CALLIE: I don’t even know why I brought you here. I knew you weren’t capable of appreciating true art.
• JAKE: What the fuck is that supposed to mean?
• CALLIE: Shhh! Watch your language. We’re in a museum!
• JAKE: (whispers) Honestly Callie, I don’t give a fuck.
• CALLIE: How can you say that? I care about this art. It means something to me.
• JAKE: Really? Really? This pile of paperclips really sets your soul on fire?
• CALLIE: Maybe if you weren’t so ignorant and opened your damn eyes, you would get it.
• JAKE: (voice raises) Yeah, well maybe if it just wasn’t some piece of shit sculpture my cat could put together, I –
• CALLIE: That’s enough, Jake. People are staring. You’re embarrassing me.
• JAKE: Yeah, well you embarrass me, Callie. I thought you were more than all this shit.
• CALLIE: …What?
• JAKE: Look at you, sipping a $10 cappa-frappa-mocha-whatever you call it and arguing with me over shitty art in this snobby ass museum…
• CALLIE: Jake…
• JAKE: You’ve turned into everything I never wanted you to be. A year ago you wouldn’t give a shit about this stuff… you wouldn’t be caught dead wearing those $200 designer jeans or wearing Burberry perfume because Vanity Fair said it was the “scent of the season.”
• CALLIE: I live in the city now, Jake… I am just trying to keep up.
• JAKE: Well, maybe you should stop trying to keep up and take a good look in the mirror at the pretentious snob you have become.
• (BEAT)
• JAKE: I miss the old Callie… the Callie who would go days without showering and still look beautiful. The Callie who refused to drink coffee because she thought it still had a chance of stunting her growth… I miss the Callie that wasn’t so wrapped up in her new city slicker lifestyle that she left those who matter behind.
• (BEAT)
• CALLIE: I am still the same person, Jake. I swear.
• JAKE: No, no you’re not…
• (CALLIE simply looks at JAKE)
• JAKE: I used to see something beautiful when I looked at you. Now I just see a bunch of useless paperclips, holding together the girl I used to know.
• CALLIE: You’re just jealous.
• JAKE: Jealous of what? This fucking art snob hell you’ve decided to inhabit? No fucking way. I would take a coloring book and a cup of coffee from Cumberland Farms over this shit any day.
• CALLIE: Fuck you.
• JAKE: (sarcastically) Ssshh, no swearing in the museum, Callie.
• CALLIE: I can’t handle this –
• JAKE: You can’t handle this?
• CALLIE: You know what, Jake? You’re in a rut. It killed you to even get off the couch today and take a walk with me in the city. You’re so stubborn… so, so stubborn --
• JAKE: And you’re a flake.
• CALLIE: Life is a canvas, Jake. I want to explore, I want to run, and breathe, and be everything I can be. Even if that means having to blend in until I can find my way…
• (CALLIE starts to leave. Turns and faces JAKE)
• CALLIE: And you know what? I like this coffee… it tastes good and it makes me happy. And I like being happy… whether that’s with or without you.
• (CALLIE exits. JAKE looks as she walks away. He stares at the sculpture for a few more moments. Sighs. JAKE exits.)

things that have been getting under my skin lately

STOP HAVING BABIES…

that is all.

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