Four Weeks, Five People. Jennifer Yu

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СКАЧАТЬ I didn’t really want to start camp on any sort of note, thanks very much. Or at all. But since no one asked me, I guess this is the note we’re all stuck—

      JOSH

      Hmmmmmm.

      * * *

      Josh’s voice is so deep and mellow and pleasant that both Stella and Jessie stop arguing.

      JOSH

      If you could be anywhere else right now in the universe—feel free not to limit yourself to this world!—where would it be?

      STELLA

      Running. Well, that’s not a place, but—On the road, I guess. On the road, running.

      * * *

      Josh looks at Stella very seriously.

      JOSH

      Hmm.

      JESSIE

      And why you’re here.

      STELLA

      And why I’m here.

      * * *

      Deep breath.

      STELLA

      I don’t know. I used to be this normal, happy-go-lucky kid. But then at some point I couldn’t remember the last time I felt normal or happy-go-lucky. I couldn’t remember the last time I even wanted to get out of bed.

      * * *

      For a moment, Stella looks surprised at her own honesty. Then she pulls it together and makes the bitchiest face imaginable to compensate.

      STELLA

      The point is, I couldn’t bullsh—oops, I mean BS—about feeling fine well enough to get my psychologist to believe me. Whatever. You go.

      * * *

      Stella turns to the BLOND GUY next to her, who is tall and blue-eyed and tan in a way that makes me hate him instantly.

      ANNOYINGLY ATTRACTIVE TEEN

      Mason. I’m seventeen, and I’m from Bethesda, Maryland. My parents are idiots, is basically why I’m here. My happy place is...a land...governed...by rationality.

      * * *

      He pauses every few words, an obvious (not to mention incredibly irritating) effect meant to demonstrate how profound he is. I watch Stella’s eyes get narrower and narrower until they’re barely even slits.

      MASON

      Somewhere where people use logic instead of succumbing to blind emotion.

      * * *

      Mason sighs, as if the burden of being the lone rational agent in a dumb, emotional world is heavy on his shoulders indeed.

      MASON

      So, sure as hell not in that world. Oops, sorry, that might have been a little aggressive.

      BEN (V.O.)

      Mason is so into himself that it’s terrifying. Mason is Patrick Bateman in training. Oh, and if cinematic precedence means anything in the real world, it’s that Mason is so going to hook up with Stella by the end of Week 3.

      * * *

      Mason shrugs, then looks over at me, expectant. I realize, suddenly, that I am standing next to Mason, that the camera has panned left and I am on-screen with absolutely zero lines written and a captive audience. I take a deep breath and swallow hard.

      * * *

      Here is the anticlimax:

      BEN

      I’m Ben. Sixteen. From the suburbs of New York. I guess I would say that my happy place is...being in a movie theater. You know, like, the minute the opening credits roll. Which is, uh, which is kind of like the moment you disappear from this world, into another, if you think of it that way...

      And why I’m here. Uh.

      BEN (V.O.)

      And just like that, I’m panicking. What other personality traits do you have, Ben? Intimately acquainted only with fictional characters? Literally incapable of human interaction? Caught between an endless string of down days and up days and days when you don’t feel anything at all?

      * * *

      Josh strokes his beard thoughtfully. Jessie raises an eyebrow. Mason looks terribly, terribly above it all. Stella makes an “And...?” face.

      BEN (V.O.)

      Say something say something say something—

      BEN

      I’m horribly emotionally unstable.

      * * *

      I stop.

      Everyone is still looking at me.

      BEN

      Except for when I, like, don’t feel anything at all.

      * * *

      Continuing expectant silence.

      BEN (V.O.)

      Here is a list of things I do not say:

      I do not say: I am sorry. I am sorry that introduction was pointless and I am sorry I couldn’t come up with anything more interesting to say because it is one of those times when I don’t feel anything at all.

      And I do not say: It’s not always like this; I’m not always so far away. Sometimes life is real to me, and I’m sorry this isn’t one of those days.

      And I do not say: But the truth is I’m not sorry. The truth is that sometimes it is easier to not feel, to pretend we’re all just actors waiting for the credits to roll and disappear forever, than to be a cocktail of feelings waiting to burst into flames. The truth is that this is one of those times.

      BEN

      That’s it.

      * * *

      Here is the falling action:

      BEN (V.O.)

      I am trying to stay with the moment, but I am rapidly losing focus. The camera pans from one person to the next and I just can’t will myself into believing that it’s any different from an on-screen fight that falls flat, or a miscued pseudoromantic beat. I rewrite the lines I’ve already said six, seven, eight times in my head, as if the director will shout, “Cut,” at any moment and I will get the chance to say them again, but better this time.

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