A girl with blue hair walks into the auditorium, deep in thought, headphones on. She takes a seat.
A boy, about 16, walks on stage. His brother follows him.
Brother: What, that one?
Boy: yeah, the one with the blue hair
Boy: she's great, eh?
Brother: I wouldn't know. Looks cute.
Boy: The cutest
Brother: what's up with the hair?
Boy: So cool, isn't it
Brother: reminds me of the chick in Scott Pilgrim
Boy: not sure I've seen that one
Brother: Scott writes her a song, ummm, Ramona, that's her name. I think Beck wrote it for the film.
Brother: talked to her yet?
Boy: what, like, in class or something?
Brother: or just like with your mouth you dumb ass
Boy: shut up
Brother: no, the opposite, silly
Boy: fuck off
Brother: you haven't then? Talked to her
Brother: yeah so, not all girls are the same but I'm pretty sure you do need to talk to all of them if you're gonna like, take it to the next level. Unless you're just gonna stalk her
Boy: I'm not stalking her
Brother: okay, then, is she deaf?
Brother: are you like seriously in to her?
Boy: yeah, of course I am
(girl starts singing 'Black Is The Colour of My True Love's Hair' to herself)
Boy: do you think I should dye my hair?
Brother: no, she's clearly into someone else bro
Boy: who's got black hair though
Brother: tons of folk, you don't know her
Brother: what a weird expression anyway
Brother: true love
Brother: because how can love be false?
Brother: anyway, condolences man
Boy: I could have black hair
Girl: what's that? Did you say something?
Boy: no, not me
Girl: are you sure?
Boy: I was just listening to you singing
Girl: oh, sorry
Boy: no, I like it
Girl: it's Nina Simone
Girl: but it's not her song like
Boy: one of those Dylan songs, like, he wrote it, she made it famous type of deals?
Girl: no, you're thinking of Just Like a Woman
Boy: no, the other one. Nevermind
Girl: this is actually a folk song, they think it came from Scotland
Girl: so they say. The Clyde's in it
Girl: maybe. You like Nina Simone?
Boy: yeah, sure.
Girl: me too. Look, I best go
Girl: nice to meet you
Boy: you too
Boy: who's the guy with the black hair?
Girl: no one
Girl: I like girls
Girl: see yah
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Hi, this is a little experiment in writing, where I will write one short play (most of which will be awful) a day for the month of February. They're not polished, there are no rules, I just write them and post them. But I have to post one a day.