This is a drama scene written by a talented playwright I know. A very intense scene; a blind man and a prostitute… the makings of a new play by Mike Kras. This one’s going to VERY dark places. Here’s a small excerpt. Please, please respect his work and talent.
(Scene opens on Ben sitting alone in his house. A knock on the door is heard. Ben lets a woman, Crystal, in.)
Crystal: Well hey there, cutie.
Ben: Uhh… come on in, make yourself comfortable.
(Crystal removes her jacket and drops it at the floor on her feet. She then sits on the couch with Ben.)
Ben: So, uhh… now what?
Crystal: You know why I’m here.
Ben: Of course.
Crystal: So what do you want to do?
Ben: I have a question.
Crystal: Shoot, honey.
Ben: Are you a prostitute?
Crystal: We prefer “escort”. And of course I am, sweetie. Why else do you think you’re paying for me to come here?
Ben: I don’t know, I just figured it could have been something else still. I don’t know. I don’t know what I thought. (A beat.) I’d still like to fuck you, if that’s okay.
Crystal: Of course it’s okay, you’re paying for me.
Ben: Right, right.
Crystal: So how do you want to start?
(A long, awkward silence)
Ben: I don’t know about this.
Crystal: You just said you still wanted to fuck me, sugar. I’m right here.
Ben: Yeah, I know. I’m just not sure. Don’t you hate when you don’t know what you want for yourself? It’s like, if you don’t know, who else possibly could? You feel… stuck, I guess. I’m saying a feel a bit stuck, that’s all I’m saying.
Crystal: Look honey-
Ben: It’s Benjamin. Well, Ben.
Crystal: Well look Ben, I get paid by the hour whether or not we make love, so-
Ben: Yeah, I get that. Can we just talk for a bit?
Crystal: I’m an escort, not a psychiatrist.
Ben: I’m not asking you to help me. I’m just asking for you to listen, that’s all I’m asking.
Crystal: Alright then.
Ben: It’s just I don’t have a lot of company.
Crystal: Why’s that?
Ben: Well, I’m just bad at social interaction. Which is okay most of the time, but it can get kinda lonely.
Crystal: I can imagine.
Ben: Do you believe in God?
Crystal: Why are you asking me that?
Ben: I’m just wondering. It’s just a question, that’s all. Do you believe in God?
Crystal: Not really much of a church-goer, myself.
Ben: I didn’t ask if you were a church-goer, I asked if you believe in God.
Crystal: Well… sure, I guess I do.
Ben: A lot of people do. I mean, I do. I just don’t believe He’s what people think He is.
Crystal: How’d you figure?
Ben: I mean to say, what if God is the root of all evil? What if he’s the reason bad things happen to good people, what if he’s the source of everything awful in this world? What if Satan’s the good guy?
Crystal: That’s a lot to take in.
Ben: Maybe. But it’s something I think about a lot.
Crystal: Kind of a weird thing to think about.
Ben: Yeah. Maybe. But that never stopped me.
Crystal: Apparently not.
Ben: That’s one thing about being alone so often. Gives you a lot of a chance to think about the world. There’s a lot to think about.
Crystal: I’ll bet there is.
Ben: What’s your name?
Ben: I didn’t get your name.
Crystal: It’s Crystal.
Ben: Crystal. Is that your real name, Crystal?
Crystal: Has been for as long as I can remember, really.
Ben: Has it always been?
Crystal: No. I used to be called Abigail. Never liked it though.
Ben: I like it. I think it’s a beautiful name.
Crystal: That’s where you and me are different I guess.
Ben: I’m sure there are plenty more ways that we’re different. Did you always want to do this?
Crystal: Do what?
Ben: Be a prost… an escort.
Crystal: Nah. Who does?
Ben: I’m sure there’s someone.
Ben: What did you want to be then?
Crystal: An actress.
Crystal: Yeah. I tried to get an agent and stuff, I went to all these auditions, even took some acting classes to make myself better. Didn’t work out though. But I guess you figured that out.
Ben: Why not?
Crystal: Who knows? Acting’s a gamble anyway. The amount of people that make it out there and actually make a decent living is so tiny. But I’m not complaining. I make just as much as an actor, if not more.
Ben: I’ll bet.
Crystal: Ah well. It was a dream. We’ve all got them.
Ben: Sure. I don’t think your dream is over though. I think you’re an actress.
Ben: You have to go to the houses of disgusting, horny men and women and pretend you like them. That takes talent. I think you’re an actress.
Crystal: I guess you’re right.
Ben: I am right. So, in a way, you became what you always hoped you would.
Crystal: Not quite, honey. I ain’t winning an Oscar anytime soon.
Ben: You don’t need some dumb award. You need a real person, like me, to tell you you’re good at what you do.
Crystal: You don’t know if I’m good at what I do or not. We’ve just sat here talking.
Ben: Doesn’t have to be me. Think of it this way… if you’re able to turn a guy on enough, and make him think you like him, you’re doing your job really well. And that’s something to be proud of.
Crystal: Thanks Ben. You’re a really open-minded guy.
Ben: I try to be.
Crystal: A lot of people toss me around like a piece of meat.
Ben: But you’re a person.
Crystal: Doesn’t matter to the paying customer. I’m just a toy to them.
Ben: Not to me.
Crystal: You’re different. I like you, Ben.
Ben: I like you too. (A beat.) I don’t know why I said I still wanted you to fuck me.
Crystal: You didn’t?
Ben: No. Not at all. Nothing against you though, it would have been the same for anyone.
Crystal: So then, why’d you say it?
Ben: I don’t know. I guess I just wanted you to stay.