[Lights up as THE AGENT sits at his desk staring at a pencil. MIKE enters and the Agent gets busy.]
AGENT: Mikey, how are you? You’re looking good. Damn good. You putting on weight?
MIKE: Listen, I know you didn’t want me to, but I called Big Darla myself and told her I couldn’t do her show. I told her I respected the offer very much but with my job and my kid it's just too far to drive way across town. She said she would make it worth my while, but I told her I was really committed to doing The Red Umbrella at Habana Theatre because it’s original and it’s more artistic and dammit I need to do art. And get paid. So what do you think about that?
AGENT: I think there’s no way in hell you’re doing The Red Umbrella.
MIKE: Too bad. It’s a done deal. I set it up.
AGENT: Habana cancelled their show. In fact, they cancelled the rest of their season.
MIKE: But I just talked to the director not five minutes ago. She’s really excited. She said it’s going to be the biggest thing to hit Cleveland since Ghoulardi.
AGENT: Yeah, well, the ax is probably dropping on her as we speak.
MIKE: I don’t believe this. Call Big Darla. Get me that job back. Come on, be an agent!
AGENT: She won’t take you back now that you flaked on her. Jesus, Mike, how could you call her like that? This is a small town. Word travels fast about flakes. I don’t think I have to name names.
MIKE: I’m leaving this town. I’m going to LA.
AGENT: You’re too fat for LA.
MIKE: Then I’ll go to New York.
AGENT: You don’t have the chops for New York.
MIKE: I have the chops.
AGENT: All right. Then go to New York.
MIKE: How the hell am I going to go to New York? I can barely afford Cleveland. I know. I’ll go to Chicago.
AGENT: There you go. Go to Chicago.
MIKE: I will. As soon as my summer gig with the Theatre of the Snoop is done, I’m going to Chicago
[The Agent’s phone rings. He answers.]
AGENT: Fall From TheYeah? Bye. [He hangs up.] That was Theatre of the Snoop. They just cancelled the rest of their season.
MIKE: [Desperate] I passed up Hamlet to work at the Snoop!
AGENT: What can I tell you? Blame the terrorists.
MIKE: Those damn terrorists. I’ll get them. You’ll see.
AGENT: What if I were to tell you that The Kaleidoscope Theatre wants you to play The Big Hairy Box in their production of Things Bought and Sold.
MIKE: I don’t know. They’re way out on the east side
AGENT: Not anymore. They lost that space. Landlords raised the rent. Word is they just wanted to push the theatre out.
MIKE: Damn. Theatre’s a tough racket. Why do I do this?
AGENT: Well, you’re not the brightest guy I ever met. So do you want The Big Hairy Box role or don’t you?
MIKE: Is it a good role?
AGENT: It’s a fantastic role. You’d be playing a big hairy box!
MIKE: Would I have lines?
AGENT: No lines. But you’re integral to the play. The play cannot resolve itself without the grandiose presence of the Big Hairy Box.
MIKE: Well, it does sound intriguing.
AGENT: This could be just what you need before you make your move to Chicago. Imagine what playing the Big Hairy Box would do for your resume.
MIKE: Okay, you sold me. I will play the Big Hairy Box.
[The phone rings and the Agent answers it.]
AGENT: ‘Fall From the Stars Agency.’ We’ll pick you up when no one else will. Oh hey Johnny John Jon. I was just telling him about it. He’s very excited--. Oh really. Is that a fact? Well, thank you. Yeah. Oh and Johnny
[Agent hangs up on him.]
MIKE: What he say? Is he excited? Huh? Is he? Is he?
AGENT: They cancelled the show.
AGENT: It seems they are experiencing financial difficulties and they felt it better to wait until next season.
MIKE: Dammit. That’s it. I love this town but I hate it. I’m moving out of here and I’m not going to Chicago. I’m going to New York. I’ll live on the subway if I have to.
AGENT: And what about your son?
MIKE: He’ll live there with me. He’s an adaptable kid. And small. I’ll hide him in my coat.
AGENT: You really mean it don’t you?
MIKE: I do at that. There’s no theatres left open in this town so
AGENT: Well, that’s not entirely true. The Mother of All Theatres has yet to cancel their season.
MIKE: What does that have to with me?
AGENT: They called me the other day. Wanted me to send a very special actor their way. I want to send you.
MIKE: No you don’t.
AGENT: I do.
MIKE: You said you would never send me to the Mother of All Theatres. You said I didn’t have what it takes. You said every actor would have to leave town before
AGENT: But that was before you showed me your spunk. And I can’t think of a better person to play this role than you.
MIKE: Are you serious? I could kiss you. I’ve waited all my life to work at The Mother of All Theatres. And now FINALLY I get my chance! I have been dying to get back on stage. I don’t mind telling you that if I didn’t get on the stage in the next week or so that I might actually have to kill myself. And that’s no joke.
[Mike pulls out a revolver.]
MIKE: [Reckless with the gun.] What’s the role? What’s the role?!?
MIKE: Godot? God I love that play! I love Beckett! Who am I playing? Didi? Gogo? Pozzo? Lucky? the little boy? I can play a little boy! See? [He gets on his knees and talks in a higher pitched voice.] Mr. Godot can’t see you now, but he’ll gladly pay you Tuesday for a hamburger today.
AGENT: No, not the little boy. Even better. You would play Godot. The title Role. Godot at the Mother of All Theatres.
MIKE: [Again reckless with the gun.] But Godot never appears in the play. Not once.
AGENT: But you are a master of subtleties.
MIKE: Well, that is true. What other choice do I have?
AGENT: It’s either that, leave town or kill yourself. But if you’re the true Clevelander that I know you to be, then you’ll stay here. [Agent hold out his hand for the gun.] Think of your little boy. [The Agent crosses closer to Mike and confides.] Just between me and you, Mikey, I have an inside scoop into what kind of shows are on the horizon for next year, and it looks damn goodnot to mention Absurd--and I know a certain actor named Mikey who would kill for some of these roles.
MIKE: Really? That good?
AGENT: Oh yeah. It looks to be a promising season indeed.
MIKE: But that’s what you said last year.
AGENT: Get with times, Son. That was then. This is now. If you spend too much time looking back you’re going to fall on your face and your future will be kissing the pavement. You don’t want to kiss the pavement do you? Hell no. You want to kiss pretty girls. Or maybe pretty boys.
MIKE: I don’t know. I justEven if I do play Godot. I mean I don’t know if I can go on until next season. How would I survive? What would I do with myself?
AGENT: You do what any real Clevelander would do in this situation.
AGENT: You wait until next year.
[The Agent again holds out his hand for the gun. Mike considers the situation and is about to hand him the gun, and the phone rings. Mike and the Agent look at each other in horror. Quick blackout]