A Piece, Only For Me 🪴

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Scene: Silence, sort of. The car’s air conditioning hums steadily in the background. The occasional fiddling with the location of the mic (phone) is annoying. It’s probably take 2 (or 3). The transgressor’s deep breaths manifest irregularly. Birds… Are the windows lowered? Not fully, right? A simple rhythmic tapping of the steering wheel fades in-and-out. The car door opens and, finally… finally: Alone.

T: “You actually came?”

V: “Yea.”

T: “My goodness.”

V: “Yea.. My mom’s all worried – she’s like: ‘Oh my god, you’re the only one – ahhahah’ "

T: “Oh well.”

V: “Yea.. ridiculous.”

T: “Well I mean if you stil– if you don’t wanna go… Say the word..”

V: “I want to go.”

T: “–I’ll turn you around.”

T laughs.

V: “Noo.”

T laughs.

V: “You woke up like at, what? Like 6:30 to come here.”

T laughs.

T: “I had to wake up anyways to go to L so..”

V: “Huh? What do you mean?”

T: “Cause.. I had to wake up early, cause otherwise if I didn’t wait for you I had to go over there. Help out.”

V: “Are you going to [REDACTED].”

T: “No.”

V: “̴͚̎͆̄T̴͓͈̖̓h̷̙̱̙̍ě̷͕̎̅n̶̮͎͓̋̿̆?̷̛͍̝̋̚"̶̢̰̏͘ͅ

T: Well, I mean.. To set for the morning, for breakfast, for..”

V: “Are you kidding me?”

T laughs.

V: “You must have like [REDACTED]..”

T laughs.

T: “Karma. For-for the ones I avoided [REDACTED].”

V: “Hm, hm–hm.. Wait you didn’t [REDACTED]?”

T: “No. We [REDACTED].”

V: “YOU [REDACTED]?!”

T: “Yep.”

V: “But–”

T: “And [REDACTED] really stupid ones.”

V: “Oh god.”

T: “Yeah, like they barely [REDACTED].”

V: “Oh god.”

T: “I mean, there were [REDACTED].. but, the one’s who didn’t. Pfft.”

V: “Good god”

T: “Yes, yes.”

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V: “Can you put your happy music?”

T: “My music?– Yea, of course.. I mean we can put the radio?”

T: “Yeah, go ahead.”

V flips through radio stations.

V: “Oh… How do you change it?”

T laughs.

V: “No!”

T: “Oh you want– here.”

V: “Ah.”

V: “I don’t want to listen to this, í̴̧͚̗̿̊̈t̷̢̄̍̅’̶̹͇̬̯̋͆s̴̡͍̍ ̴̟̼̯̒̉̓̍j̵̡̠̰̙̈́̂́͋ṷ̶͂̔s̶̖̲̭̑͌̈́̕ṯ̶̛̏, this like really funny radio show usually comes… like…”

T: “Around now?”

V: “Yeah, around now.. Cause one of M’s slaves picked us up; and he would always put that and it was soo funny.”

T laughs

V: “Yea honestly! They have to like– you have to owe her like a favor or something. Like, why are you here?”

T laugh

V: “R has a theory… Did she like, save your life as a child? She financed a surgery or something, right?”

T laug

V: “It’s probably accurate, cause.. i– it just doesn’t add up.”

T lau

T: “Well I have nothing better to do. Why not– why not spend it being useful?”

V: “You have nothing better to do?”

T: “No, no, I can’t [REDACTED].”

V: “Oh, that’s kinda sad.”

T: “So…”

V: “Mmm… Good for you.”

The radio plays…

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T: “Ok…”

V: “–Why is he letting us pass if it’s red? What a terrible..”

T: “To minimize traffic.”

V: “–person.”

T: “Traffic always arises as a result of that light.”

V: “Oh my god… I think that the cops that just stand there to tell you where to go, I think– I think they’re so useless.”

T la

T: “A jobs a job..”

V: Clears throat.

V: “̶̩̝̑̐Ă̸̪̋̃r̷̯̼̪̆̓̕̚ẽ̶̖̈͌ ̶̫͇͊̚t̸͚̫̀ͅh̴̡̯̖̩̓ë̷̮͙́̊ ̸̡̾c̷̻̱̎́͝͠h̴̥͉̹̎i̷̛͇̐̔͝l̵̳̕d̶̥͈̫̋̀r̶̢̞̺̼͌̎͊̐ḛ̵̡̟͔̀͂̇ñ̵̩͑’̵̲̰̙̓̃̐s̷̢̼̬̦̎̍̾͝ ̷̳̱͔́̊̊̃͜p̸̢̘̝̼̄a̶̫͗͂r̶̨͓͆̒̋̀e̵̛̟̎n̷̮̦̽̌t̴̬͖̥͂͛͝ͅs̴͈̝̯͗͊̾̚ ̸͓̘̣̈̾̓̈ͅc̶̢͙͇̤̓̆̕ŏ̸̰m̶̨̭̈́̈́̅į̴̺̹̊́̀n̶͙͍̦̓̃̈́g̴͚͆̋ ̵̼͇̯͍͂̔ẗ̶̢̜̳͈́͌̀́o̵̟͍͛̌̚̚d̶̛͈͍̍ả̷̬y̵͚̬̥͚͋̚?̷̞̄̓͋"̵̧̢̺͇́̄̿̈́

T: “Yeah, there should be– there should be N’s grandfather, um A, S..”

V: “But not like every single parent?”

T: “There should be a couple more parents than we’re– than you’re used to.”

V: “Ok.”

Music plays in the background.

T: “Everyone canceled. I was like– I was like: ‘Oh, ok. So at least like 4 are going.’ And then one–by–one: ‘No.’ ‘Nope.’ ‘I’m out–’ "

V: “–Like the same excuse: ‘I hope you have fun!’, ‘I hope you have fun!’.”

T l

V: “Yeah, I was like: Uhhhggghh, ok. But then C was going and then she cancelled this morning and I was already up. Like, ok, you know what? Whatever. Let’s just do this…”

T: “You know, once C bailed, I was thinking: I’ll just wait for V to say no and, off I’d go.”

V: “Yeah…”

The radio plays…

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T: “Are there prizes in the gameshow?”

V: “It’s not a gameshow.”

T: “Oh. It’s a radio show?”

V: “Yeah. It’s like, ok, it’s called [̸̪̋̽R̴͛͂͛͒ͅE̶̢̤̻̝͇͗̈́͐̚͝D̴̬̔̃̀͠A̵̢̜̜̤͔̐̍̃̈̈́͑͝C̸̪̀̀̉̏T̸̯͖̯̬͔͈̗̽̑͐͘̚E̷͚̭̩̯̭͊͊͜D̵̹̱̉]̵̛̼͉͇̘͇̞̻̬͑̓̍̀̋”

T: “Ok.”

V: “I don’t know if it’s a woman or a man, but it’s like this person that are like, they’re really.. they– they’re like really judgy and funny so they like– I don’t know, they just like start talking about a topic and they start taking calls, and so people start calling and they’re all really judgy and, like, hilarious because they’re all like, they’re all sss– sa– he– he or she is sassy and like it’s– it’s pretty funny. I hope they put it because if not, I’m changing this terrible music.”

T

V: “Ok. Oh, well. I’m done waiting.”

V flips through radio stations.

V: “Radios suck.”

T l

Less terrible music plays in the background.

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T: “Umm, I don’t know who’s picking you up..”

V: “My mother.”

T: “Oh, ok.”

V: “Cause, I told her– "

T: “– She knows how to get there?”

V: “No.. I’m testing out if this works.”

T: “Yo– you want me to send you a pin? And you can send it to her?”

V: “Yeah.”

T: “Ok.”

V: “Yeah, I was also like worried about that because it’s like: ‘Oh, no. I can pick you up’ Surprisingly because

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Transcriber || Me

Date || 83 Days before PM

tags: [“budding”]

contributors: [“Me”]

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