Act 1 Scene 1 "Unmistakably Me"

Act 1 scene 1
The play begins in a room filled to the brim with knick knacks of many different varieties, but the chaos of knick knacks is an organized one. There is plenty of room to walk around and a clean bed and nightstand. There is a boy on the bed, Charlie. He is twelve years of age and the one thing he is committed to is being exactly who he is. He is a writer. And he keeps journals of his writing on the nightstand by his bed. At least one journal is with him at all time should he find inspiration in his surroundings. He is truly and unmistakably one of a kind, and he enjoys the solitude which accompanies it.


Danny- (to the audience directly, Almost like they are his imaginary friends) What is change? what can we do to change ourselves. or is it even possible? Because once we change ourselves isnt that what we "are" at that moment? I know i thought it was strange to at first. but then i thought wait a second if we want to avoid change then we have to be completely the same five minutes from now as we are at this moment. you have to abandon all sense of time and think of nothing... i havent been able to do this yet but im working on it.


Marie- Danny, Nanette is here to see you. 


Danny- Tell her she can come up


Nanette- (walking into the room) You think id wait for an invitation? as much as im over here it might as well be my room. 


Danny- well it wouldn't hurt if you'd ask once in a while


Nanette- (running out the door so she can knock) One sec. (closes the door and knocks loudly) Can i come in? (without waiting for a reply she barges back into the room) well you didn't say i had to wait for a reply!


Danny- (going towards his dresser) fine just let me grab my coat and well go.


Nanette- Its the end of spring, why do you need a jacket?


Danny- I need the big pockets for my journal and pencils.


Nanette- you know one of these days your gonna forget your journal when we go to the park and you wont grab your pencil case and you wont be able to write about anything we say or do or see. 


Danny- nope i will always bring my journal with me, even when im on my deathbed and i have to have someone else write things down for me it will always be by my side, even if i couldn't talk i would learn sign language  so that they...


Nanette- alright alright i get it. sheesh you and your journals, do you like those more than your brother


Danny- Definitely


Nanette- More than your dad, your mom


Danny- (sarcastically) as much as it pains me, yeah


Nanette- More than me?


Danny- Well they are just journals, and i cant really judge them against people i guess...


Nanette- Thats not an answer...


Danny- No Nanette your the only person around here that keeps me sane without you id go crazy.


Nanette- Okay i just wanted to make sure, come on! sheesh your so slow! (she exits)


Danny- I didn't mean it journal, your my favorite


Nanette-(offstage) I HEARD THAT


(Danny, with one look back to the audience, exits following after Nanette. Lights fade to black)