Harem of the Graces Act I Scene I

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Experimental Writing presents Harem of the Graces. Get ready for Harem of the Graces: a comedy/ drama written in the form of a play.
Rules: at certain points of the story, the writer will ask the readers which path the protagonist should seek.

A male student from Wayne Douglas High School Academy finds himself engulfed by an idea that will result in the upbringing of romance, drama, and precious comedy in the days of his life. Follow the protagonist as he seeks for the answers to obtaining the modern harem.

Submitted: July 11, 2009

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Harem of the Graces
 
Time: January, two thousand and nine (1:11 p.m.)
Location: United States of America
Place: Wayne Douglas High School Academy (Cafeteria: Building A)
 
It is the lunch hour of Wayne Douglas High School Academy and uniformed students sit and converse in the massive-sized room. Two particular male students comfortably eat their school-served lunches and discuss on light and insignificant subjects of the world. Sitting across from each other, the two finish the last of their carrots and gravy-filled mashed potatoes and chuckle at the silliest of jokes. Christopher, a fair-looking male who could not groom himself passed the barely noticeable stage, stands from his iron chair and disposes his lunch tray at a nearby trash bin. Walking back to take a seat, a sudden jolt hits his body, disrupting the positioned equilibrium he had once held strong. Random thoughts immediately began to travel through the folds of his cerebrum and, thus, caused Christopher to stumble blankly to his table. While Christopher retook his seat, Charlie, a gangly and skinny individual who had been sitting with Christopher, observed the sudden change in his friend’s movements and actions. Charlie quizzically stares at his friend. He grabs the chocolate milk carton from his lunch tray and takes periodic sips. Christopher, mentally trapped by his own sudden daze, opens his mouth. With his front teeth and tongue exposed, he tastes the icy air. He tastes the bits of carrots stuck in between his molar and bicuspids. He left his mouth open until it screamed for saliva. It pleaded to taste his wonderful saliva. And when he finally gave in to his mouth’s requests, when he finally closed his mouth shut, a thought finally stopped in his mind. The brain consumed the thought and formulated it into words. The brain sent a demand to the saliva-filled mouth and it obeyed. The mouth opened. And spoke.
 
Christopher: I want a harem.
 
Charlie: (gulping down the last of his chocolate milk) What?
 
Christopher: I want a harem.
 
Charlie: What are you talking about? Harem?
 
Christopher: Yeah. Harem.
 
Charlie: What? What’s a harem?
 
Christopher: You know! Harem!
 
Charlie: (stares blankly at Christopher, awaiting for the inevitable explanation)
 
Christopher: Hold on. (digs his hands into his loose pockets and pulls out a tiny pocket-book)
 
Charlie: What is that?
 
Christopher: (frantically flips through the dry, thin pages of the book)
 
Charlie: (leans over to see the contents of the pocket-book) What are you looking for?
 
Christopher: Here! (points to a certain word imprinted in a bold font) Harem: a group of women associated in any way with one man or household.
 
Charlie: Did you just give me the dictionary definition of harem?
 
Christopher: (ignoring Charlie) Harem: a multitude of females that provide pleasure for a single male individual.
 
Charlie: What? Wha-
 
Christopher: (cutting off Charlie) Harem: in which three or more females show personal affection to a single male individual. (looks up and faces Charlie) There we go. That is the one I want.
 
Charlie: (Charlie stays silent)
 
Christopher: What?
 
Charlie: You want three or more females to have sexual relations with you? (looks around for any passersby) And at the same time?
 
Christopher: Of course not! (looks around for any passersby) And lower your voice!
 
Charlie: Wait… You are not saying….
 
Christopher: (smiles and nods his head) Yes… yes… Go ahead.
 
Charlie: You want three or more girls to like you?
 
Christopher: Exactly. (smiles widely)
 
Charlie: (laughs hysterically) Wow! What an imagination!
 
Christopher: (frowns) Why are you laughing?
 
Charlie: (continues to laugh) We all want that, Chris. Don’t worry. Sexual frustration is a bi-
 
Christopher: No.
 
Charlie: What?
 
Christopher: It is not that I just want it. (Christopher stares deep into the jade of Charlie’s eyes) I am going to make it happen. I am going to make my own personal harem happen.
Charlie: (Laughs harder)
(Nearby students and school staff members look in the direction of the laughter)
Christopher: I am serious! I can do it! I can make it happen! I will make it happen!
Charlie: Make what happen? (chokes on his own laughter) Are you going to chant some sort of magic spell to make three girls fall in love with you?
Christopher: I am being serious here, Charlie! I can do this. I can make three girls fall in love with me!
Charlie: The more you say it, the funnier it gets!
Christopher: (adjusts his vocal chords to conceive a temporary deep voice) I am serious.
Charlie: (laughter fades) Wow! Your tone really does suggest that you are serious. (he turns to his side and notices three giggling female students staring at him.) (Charlie turns back to Christopher with a relaxed expression.) Okay. So you want to make three girls fall in love with you. Fine.
Christopher: Finally, you believe me.
Charlie: But it will never happen, Chris! Never! You never dated a single girl in your life!
Christopher: What? Not true!
Charlie: Name me one! (points to Christopher’s nose) Go!
Christopher: Sandra Lilly from Wardlow. (Christopher grins triumphantly)
Charlie: Sandra Lilly? You mean that girl you kissed once and never saw again?
Christopher: I did see her again!
Charlie: (laughs) And that was nine years ago!
Christopher: Okay…okay… So I have not officially dated anyone. Though, that does not mean it will not ever happen! I can do this! (closes eyes and inhales/exhales deeply) (Opens eyes) Look. The reason why I have not ever dated is because I just waited for something to happen. I just patiently sat there and waited for some random girl to pop up and like me. I was expecting some amazing event to occur. But now… Oh yes… I am not waiting any longer. I realize that I need to pursue that event. I need to go for what I want and grasp it with ultimate strength. No more lying there doing nothing and waiting for a girl to come to me. I am going for the girl. And three at that! I can do this! With a great amount of analytical contemplation and reason, I am one hundred percent sure that I can obtain what I desire. That I can obtain what I crave. That I can obtain… (dramatically raises right arm over his head, slightly extending fingers as if reaching for a distant entity) ... the harem.
Charlie: (once again, Charlie stares blankly at Christopher, slightly mesmerized by his words of endearment.)
(the surrounding students and school staff members stare at the two male students: one has raised his arm and the other stares at it.)
Charlie: (shakes his head from side to side) Wha- What is with the dramatic staring off into the distance!? And put your arm down! (Grabs Christopher’s right arm and pulls it to the surface of the cafeteria table.)
Christopher: So- sorry. Spur of the moment. (looks around and finds others staring at him, laughing among themselves) So, do you get it? (shows embarrassment in his features, looks back to Charlie)
Charlie: Yeah. I get it. But still… (trails off and mutters to himself)
Christopher: Faith, my friend! Faith! That is the key to this mission!
Charlie: Faith?
Christopher: (opens pocket dictionary and frantically flips through the pages until, finally, finger stamps a certain area in the book) Faith: confidence or trust in a person or thing.
Charlie: Dude. Sto-
Christopher: (cutting off Charlie) Faith: belief that is not based on proof.
Charlie: (slaps the book out of Christopher’s hands) Alright! I get it!
Christopher: (reaches for fallen pocket dictionary) Good. That is why you’re helping me.
Charlie: (eyes widen) What? Whoa! Hold on. I never agreed to assist you in your elaborate scheme!
Christopher: (smiles) You have now.
Charlie: Yeah, right!
Christopher: Charlie, listen. Remember that one day when we were at the beach and I was messing around with my High Definition camcorder? I turned it on and started recording random things and then you said something. Remember? Without any knowledge of the fact that it was recording, you said something really surprising. (Evil grin)
Charlie: (eyes widen further) Wha- Chris! I told you to destroy that disc!
Christopher: (now Christopher laughs hysterically) I knew I would have needed it for something!
Charlie: You wouldn’t dare!
Christopher: You know I have a class in Contemporary Video. All I need to do is use my video editing skills to fit that footage into an assignment.
Charlie: You wouldn’t do it!
Christopher: And when my class sees it, it will spread throughout the outskirts of the school!
Charlie: Dude! Blackmail? So not cool.
Christopher: It’s not blackmail. It’s just… (looks up and ponders) Okay. It is blackmail.
Charlie: (looks around raising arms) Is this really my friend? Is this my friend? (looks back to Christopher) Are you really my friend?
Christopher: No.
Charlie: (expressionless stare)
Christopher: I am your best friend.
Charlie: (groans) (slumps onto table and uses his arms to cover his head.) At least tell me you already know who is going to be in your harem.
Christopher: That’s the thing. I am going to pick them all randomly!
Charlie: My life is so sad.
Act I Scene I
End


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