4 things: guitar, bird seed, procrastination, thrift store
Event: Flat tire at night
Location: Car on a lonesome mountain road.
Characters: STEWART. BRIANNA.
At rise: LIGHTS up on a couple in a car, at night, pulled over on a lonely road.
STEWART: Thank God there was an easy place to pull off.
BRIANNA: I have never had a flat tire in my life! I can’t believe this!
STEWART: What are we gonna do, Brianna?
BRIANNA: Change it! I’ve got all the things, and a spare. You’ll find them in the back under your guitar.
STEWART: Whaddaya mean.
BRIANNA: You do know how to change a tire.
STEWART: I’m a guitar player.
BRIANNA: WHAT? STEWART! You’re a DUDE!
STEWART: And you’re sexist!
BRIANNA: Shit! You must be the only guy in the universe whose father didn’t teach him how to change a tire.
STEWART: You are just full of assumptions, aren’t you? My father died when I was twelve! I guess he didn’t have time to fit that lesson into his end of life plan!
BRIANNA: You had no uncles? Neighbors? Where’s your pride?
STEWART: Where’s your empathy? Jesus! Why don’t you know how to change a tire?! I thought you were this Super Feminist!
BRIANNA: Oh, I know how, but I’m not sticking my ass out there, squatting by the side of the road, in the dark, on a lonely mountain road. Look; I gave you a ride to your gig. You can change the tire.
STEWART: [Some breaths. Shifting.] Got any food?
BRIANNA: There’s some bird seed in the back. Under your guitar.
STEWART: [Looks at her, helpless. Finally;] I guess I could pull up directions on my phone.
BRIANNA: There you go using that brain you got from the thrift store.
STEWART: Stuff is. . .
BRIANNA: Yeah. In the back. Under your guitar.
[STEWART gets out, looking at his phone and heads to the back of the car. BRIANNA pulls out a candy bar from inside her coat and starts to eat it. LIGHTS fade to black.]
END OF PLAY