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Sort-Of Fairy Tale

 
Ordinary Days Soundtrack Musical, 2010
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Sort-Of Fairy Tale WARREN
So.

DEB
So.
Do you have my book?

WARREN
I think this is sort of neat.

DEB
What?

WARREN
You and I, here to meet.
It’s about as precious as precious can get.
I mean, look, we’re both here, and we’ve met at the Met!

DEB
Listen –

WARREN
Anyway, ever since I found your book
I have pictured this moment.

DEB
Really?

WARREN
Uh-huh

DEB
Wow.

WARREN
I imagined me standing here with Monet for a while
And then you stumbling in, but with more of a smile
Yes, well, in my head we hug and our friendship sets sail
Like an almost, not quite, New York, sort of, fairy tale

DEB
Don’t touch me

WARREN
I sensed from your notebook your fiery nature
Your penmanship crackles with rage

DEB
What?

WARREN
Your handwriting’s wonderfully hard to decipher
But boy does it conjure you right off the page

DEB
Wait, you read my notes?

WARREN
Your lack of hesitation. Your violent punctuation.
Yes, I knew right away you’d be someone to meet.
It’s not every day I’m convinced so completely
But something is telling me we’re on the trail of a
Semi, could be, quasi, sort of, fairy tale.

DEB
Listen, I have a very important meeting –

WARREN
This moment could be like a scene from a movie
Two hapless strangers united by fate

DEB
Yes, I –

WARREN
And I think real lives make the best kind of movies
I’ve always said, “Warren, just wait.
Give yourself over to fate.”
And soon without warning, your life’s gonna start.
One stroke at a time, like a great work of art.
And now you being here, I think this could unveil a
Perfect, lasting, Warren, sort of –

DEB
Look, I don’t mean to be a buzzkill
But, here is something you should know
I have wasted half my morning coming here
‘Cause you’re a fucking weirdo
No, I will not lose my composure.
‘Cause, yes, I’m a civil kind of girl
Ordinarily I take deep breaths and count to ten
But right now I’m so far from zen
That frankly, there is nothing I can do but tell you
“Thanks for the waste of a day
And thanks for all this annoyance and strife
Yes, thanks for this waste of my time
And for making me a part of your waste of a life.”
I came here for my book.
Not for some stupid weirdo and his stupid painting.

WARREN
This painting reminds me of people like us
Thousands of tiny specks

DEB
Oh my God

WARREN
Huddled together in random arrangements
That nobody expects
Every dot, on its own ordinary and pale
But thrown together one by one
They make this dazzling, joyous, hopeful, sort of.
Never mind.

DEB
So, can I have my book?

WARREN
Oh. Right. Sorry.

DEB
Oh, thank God.
My Professor was not going to give me an extension because he’s like this Stalin of English lit who has yet to crack a smile in his
life and if I didn’t show up in his office today with these notes my life would’ve been over.

WARREN
Okay.

DEB
Oh. Uhm. Can I buy you a cup of coffee?

WARREN
Really?

DEB
You’re gay, right?

WARREN
Uh-huh

DEB
Twenty minutes.

[Thanks to Dana Jayne for lyrics]
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