Lights up. The words "Safe At Home Plate" appear on the
scrim. "My One and Only Love" By Nancy Wilson is heard
throughout the entire scene.
Tom and Candice walk hand in hand. She lays her head on his
shoulder, he slips his arm around her. They stop and kiss
tenderly, then slowly walk over behind the scrim down stage.
Tom and Candice can be seen as silhouettes behind the scrim.
They embrace. He reaches into his pocket and then slowly
takes her hand. He kisses it and then slips a ring on her
finger. The look should be like one of those DeBeers Diamond
commercials on TV. The Vivaldi song from that commercial
comes up quickly. She looks at the ring for a moment and
then throws her arms around Tom's neck. He then lifts her
off her feet and swings her joyously. The lights slowly fade
to black. The music fades.
Lights up. The words "Slam Dunk" appear on the scrim.
Candice walks back from the last scene twirling with delight
and laughing gaily.
CANDICE
Wheeeee! I want...I want...I want
to tell the whole world how happy I
am! I want to feel this way for
ever and ever and ever! I want
this to be perfect!
(suddenly slightly glum)
I don't want to be my parents. I
don't want to be that Carly Simon
song about my parents reading
magazines with no lights on and
smoking and like, OK, we'll marry.
I don't want to be from Mars and
him from Venus. I don't want to
end up on Jerry Springer.
(to herself)
God, I'd have to pull my teeth
first if I do and have a tattoo put
on my left breast.
(pauses)
Jesus, is this turning into a Toni
Morrison novel? Older woman,
younger man?
Sighs
CANDICE
Look. I just want an honest
relationship with open
communication and spiritual growth.
Age doesn't make a person.
I only want...a sexually exciting
and nurturing union with a best
friend and confidante. My equal.
And still be my own person. Is
that asking so much? To be my
husband's best friend and not fight
about all the stupid, petty,
little, crappie, dumb things like
my...parents did. I want him to
respect my feelings and opinions
without him saying "Shut up, Doris,
if you had half a brain you'd be
dangerous". I want...I want...I
want to be there for him. I want
to help him make our dreams real.
I want to respect him, to be proud
of him. No "Screw you Harry,
you're talking out your ass again"
comments from me.
(very down)
Mom. Pops. Oh, sure, I loved my
parents. I suppose in their own
way, they loved each other but, my
God, you'd never have known it.
Aren't we supposed to learn about
relationships from them? In my
case, I learned what not to do. My
God, I don't want to live my life
like that. I don't want my
marriage to be like that. I want
to be happy and to be loved and I
never want to read "Smart Women
Foolish Choices."...I want to...be
happy...forever and ever and ever.
(pauses)
Christ, I gotta stop reading so
much.
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