Muse

by Jeff Goode

(ARTIST and MUSE are waiting for a bus. Actually, the MUSE is waiting for a bus. ARTIST is staring at the muse. After a beat...)

ARTIST
You are my muse.

MUSE
Your what?!

ARTIST
My muse.

MUSE
No, I heard you the first time.

ARTIST
You inspire me.

MUSE
Stay away from me.

ARTIST
You make my spirit soar.

MUSE
I'm serious, don't come any closer.

ARTIST
One word from your sweet lip, One look, One touch.
Uncorks the wellspring of my passion and my passion's art.
Unfurls the tapestry of my heart's ambition.
Erodes away the boundary between myself and all that I aspire to be.

MUSE
Help? Help? ...Help!

(MUSE runs away. Another COMMUTER comes and waits for the bus. After a beat...)

COMMUTER
What's wrong with you?

ARTIST
I have lost my muse.

(COMMUTER nods and waits for the bus. After a beat...)

COMMUTER
Sucks to be you.

(SLOW FADE TO BLACK)
© 2004 Jeff Goode - THIS SCRIPT IS COPYRIGHTED MATERIAL AND MAY NOT BE DOWNLOADED, TRANSMITTED, PRINTED OR PERFORMED WITHOUT THE EXPRESS PERMISSION OF THE AUTHOR