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One-act play. A night of matchmaking at the State Fair turns into a competition when a boy's two best friends quarrel over the value of their friendship to him.


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Cupid Be Blind

By Jamyla Blackmon

"Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, and therefore is winged Cupid painted blind". Quote (Act I, Scene I)

~William Shakespeare, Midsummer's Night Dream

Spring 2013

Characters

VICKIE NELSON, 19, Harvard student, raspy/nasally voice, wears alma mater paraphernalia

JOHN STORCH, 21, mechanic for the military; always wears his combat boots and dog tags

THOMAS "THOM" GRAHAM, 22, friends with VICKIE and JOHN, trying to get them together; blind since birth; uses cane

SCENE 1

THOM'S HOUSE: A couch and a T.V., set up where it's not in front of THOM, but one can see him sitting and listening to it.

THOM:

(Aside) Today, my best friends and I are going to the Annual State Fair. I've never missed a state fair. When my best friend John couldn't take me, I'd have my other best friend Vickie take me. (Leaning forward) But John doesn't know about her; and Vickie doesn't know about him. I've been thinking though…they seem like a good match. I'll let you all be the judge of that.

JOHN enters briskly, heavy-footed with COMBAT boots and dog tags jingling.

JOHN:

Who you talking to Thom?

THOM:

(Straightening up.) Nobody… just the T.V and me.

JOHN:

(Turns off the T.V.) Well, now you got me to talk to.

THOM:

You got the wristbands?

JOHN:

Right here. (Places them in THOM's hand.)

THOM:

(Counting them in hand.) Three. Just what the doctor ordered.

JOHN:

One more than usual. Got somebody special I need to know about?

THOM:

(Getting up with walking stick.) Maybe.

JOHN:

I'm not good with surprises.

THOM:

Let's just try to have a good time.

(They exit, stage left. Lights dim.) END SCENE 1

SCENE 2-STATE FAIR

"Rock Around the Clock" by Bill Haley and His Comets are heard faintly then builds. A purple light comes up onstage. Then a red light. Then a yellow light... (All with the drum beat), until stage is lit. Joyful screams and rides are heard. A backdrop of various rides and a Ferris wheel is the backdrop.

JOHN and THOM enter onstage. (Music dims.) VICKIE also enters onstage, looking for Thom.

THOM:

Mmm. I can just smell that the popcorn!

JOHN:

Yep, nothing like a good ol' fair. Aw man, they still got that old rickety Ferris wheel up too.

THOM:

Dude, you gotta get on it this time.

JOHN:

Nah, I'm good. Get your girlfriend to ride with you.

VICKIE:

(Finding them.) I'm not his girlfriend. (She gives THOM a sweet kiss on the cheek.) But here I thought I was his only best friend. Who are you?

THOM:

Hey Vickie, this is John Storch. John, this is Vickie Nelson. (Faces the wrong direction.)

VICKIE:

Over here, Hon.

Thom corrects himself.

JOHN:

Best friend, huh? I've been dragging this kid around practically since we were ten years old. Saved him from a fistfight, and never has he ever mentioned you.

VICKIE:

Really? Well, Thomas and I been best friends ever since I moved next door to him. Even went to the same preschool.

THOM:

Yeah, we've been hanging out recently now that she's back on winter break. She goes to Harvard, you know.

JOHN:

Well, I'll be. Doing what exactly?

VICKIE:

Neuroethology and behavioral ecology.

JOHN:

English?

VICKIE:

The study of animal behavior and what drives their instincts. Did my dissertation on how it correlates to human behavior. (Circles around and sizes JOHN up.) Hmm… he seems quiet in nature. Lone-wolf type. And… intimidated by female aggression. Am I right?

JOHN:

Hmm. Let's see. (Circles around and sizes VICKIE up.) Buzzes like a bee. Stings like a bee. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, she is most certainly a bee.

THOM:

How, um, nice to see you all are getting so well acquainted... But the Ferris wheel; it's calling my name.

VICKIE:

Oh, don't worry; I'll go with you Thom. (To JOHN.) You could stay down here and watch if it suits your nature to stay on level ground.

(She leads THOM offstage.)

JOHN:

(Mocks in mumbling.) Hey! Wait up!

("Rock Around the Clock" starts back up; time passes. Music doesn't stop when they come back onstage.)

ALL enter onstage again. JOHN and VICKIE argue, following behind THOM, carrying big prizes. JOHN carries a big stuffed lion; VICKIE, a big stuffed shark. They chase THOM around until he stops.

THOM:

Alright! You wanna show how much of a best friend you are? Take me home!

JOHN:

I'll take you home buddy. Miss Harvard, Your Majesty. (Bows exaggeratedly and shoves to VICKIE his stuffed lion.)

VICKIE:

(Throwing the lion and shark down) Actually, Sergeant Pee-Wee, I'll take Thomas home. Thomas, you can even pick the station-I've got thousands of them to choose from on my XM-Satellite Radio. It's probably better than whatever he's got blasting.

THOM:

I actually like his music. It's really-

JOHN:

Well, at least I don't have to go around asking Daddy for a car note and a full tank of gas.

VICKIE:

I have a paid internship, thank you very much!

THOM:

You got an internship? That's gre-!

JOHN:

Oh, did Daddy get you that internship too?

THOM:

Hey guys, I'm gonna go to the bathroom...by myself. If that's cool with you, then just keep arguing.

VICKIE:

(Continued arguing)

Look, clearly we're just dealing with jealousy here. You went to join the Army-

JOHN:

Marines!

VICKIE:

Whichever!

THOM:

(Off to the side, shaking his head. VICKIE and JOHN continue to argue.) What did I do to deserve this? (Wanders offstage.)

VICKIE

And now you're taking it out on me that you didn't get to go to college. I get that. Just don't mess up Thom's night in the process; you know he lives for this stuff.

JOHN reaches to strangle her, but steps away, laughing in pain.

JOHN:

Jealousy has nothing to do with it. I just can't understand why he would pick you as a girlfriend.

VICKIE:

I told you, he's not my boyfriend!

JOHN:

Why not? He's charming when he wants to be.

VICKIE:

He's... never mind.

JOHN:

He's what?

VICKIE:

(A little guilty.) He's like a little brother to me. We've lived like, right next door to each other. Even after I'd gone up to Harvard, he'd always call me up and we'd video chat or something. After a while, it just became natural. Besides, he's interesting to watch.

JOHN:

Is that why you still hang out with him? So he can be some kind of experiment? Your own personal lab rat?

VICKIE:

No, I didn't say that.

JOHN:

Then what? Cause from where I'm standing, that's what it looks like. (Pause.) I remember the first time we met, Thom told me not to hang out with him if I felt sorry for him, so I did some research of my own and figured out what blind people do for fun. He's a movie buff, so every single weekend, we rent a whole bunch of action movies, pop some popcorn and I lend him some of the CDs I never listen to. Maybe even go down to the shop and let him rev some engines. He's a good hand and everybody likes him. (Pause.) He helps me out too. (Looks down at dog tags.) Thom would've probably put in an application to the military for me if he could. But he bugged me enough, I had to do it myself. We built trust like that. And I don't know why, but I pray every night that something will click back in his brain and give him a glimpse of something. Sunlight when he wakes up in the morning, that view from the Ferris wheel… me. (Pause.) So Miss Harvard, contrary to your presumptions and observations, I have every right to be his best friend.

VICKIE pulls JOHN in and kisses him. JOHN stands there in a musing silence.

VICKIE:

As long as you two aren't a thing, I'm willing to let you have that title.

THOM enters onstage.

THOM:

(Irritated) Now I've had enough of you two going back and forth, and in that time, I've ran into too many things that were definitely not bathrooms, so if you are done, I'd really appreciate it if-!

VICKIE:

We're over here, Hon.

THOM:

(Saunters over.) -Would take me home and get me to a bathroom. As much as I love the state fair, I can't do the Port-a-Potty.

JOHN:

Uh, sure Thom. Vickie, why don't you take him?

VICKIE:

Oh please, I can hang out with him any other time. Besides, I'm pretty low on gas.

JOHN:

Are you sure? My car doesn't have XM-Satellite Radio. I'm sure he'd enjoy that.

VICKIE:

No, really, I insist.

JOHN:

What's the harm in letting him ride with you?

THOM:

(Exasperated) If I could see both of you right now, I'd smack you. (Starts swinging cane playfully) Come on, hold still.

VICKIE:

You know what, I'll take you Thom. We live right next to each other anyway. (She lowers Thom's cane and hooks her arm in Thom's.) So, I'll catch you later John?

JOHN:

Yeah. I'm at the base. Hit me up. (JOHN exits stage left.)

A smile creeps up on THOM's face.

VICKIE:

What?

THOM:

So you and John? Soo-prise, soo-prise…

VICKIE:

(Laughs.) Shut up, Thom. (They exit.)

THE END.





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