Wild Bunny Chase (Wait Up. No, CATHCH UP!)

strattonel

Alaric and FuFu

strattonel

alternative rock, pop-punk, post-grunge

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[Intro — racing drums, bright distorted guitar, rushing wind. M is already breathing hard. F sounds completely fine.]
[M]
Wait up!

[F — distant]
What?

[M]
I said WAIT UP!

[F — suddenly beside him]
Oh.
No.  Catch up.
[WHOOSH — F disappears; M groans.]
________________________________________

[Verse I — F]
You said, "Show me the places
you've been writing songs about."
I said, "Pick a direction."
You said—

[M]
"Dealer's choice."

[F]
Poor choice of words.

[drums kick harder]
[F]
Hudson River sunrise!

[M]
Pretty!

[F]
Blue Ridge by breakfast!

[M]
Okay!

[F]
Mississippi before lunch!

[M]
Bunny, slow the fuck—

[F]
Pacific by sunset!

[M]
THAT IS THE OTHER SIDE
OF THE FUCKING COUNTRY!

[F]
Yep!
Keep up!
________________________________________

[Verse II — M, gritty rock groove]
She says, "Come see the world!"
Sounds nice, doesn't it?
What she fucking means is:
Become a projectile.
I like travel.
I like mountains.
I like beaches.
I like breathing.

[M]
She thinks Mach Jesus
is a perfectly reasonable sightseeing speed.

[F — racing past]
You're exaggerating!

[M]
YOU JUST RAN ACROSS A LAKE!

[F]
It was faster!

[M]
THERE WAS A BRIDGE!

[F]
Barriers are a mindset!

[M]
DROWNING ISN'T!
________________________________________
[Chorus — rapid call-and-response]
[M]
WAIT UP!

[F]
CATCH UP!

[M]
SLOW DOWN!

[F]
SPEED UP!

[M]
NORMAL PEOPLE NEED ROADS!

[F]
That sounds like a you problem!

[M]
BUNNY!

[F]
Pretty Boy!

[M]
FUCK YOU!

[F]
Love you too!

[BOTH]
Running wild, nowhere we gotta be,
chasing every damn thing
we haven't gotten to see!

[M]
Just give me a fucking minute!

[F]
You had one in Nebraska!

[M]
THAT WAS FOUR STATES AGO!
________________________________________
[Verse III — F; music opens into something genuinely beautiful]
Okay.
Fine.
Stop here.
Look.

*[music suddenly softens]
See the sunlight
coming through those clouds?
See the mountain turning gold?
See that little road below us
curling somewhere we don't know?
There's a million little places
nobody puts on any list.
Things you only get to find
because you went looking for this shit.
I wanted you to see it.
Not a picture.
Not a song.
This.
[brief silence]

[M — sincerely]
...Fuck.

[F]
Right?

[M]
Yeah.
That's—
Fuck.

[F]
Poet.

[M]
Shut up.

[F]  
You first.
________________________________________
[Verse IV — M]
Okay, Bunny.
I'll admit it.
This is pretty fucking great.
But there's approximately one problem
with your preferred method of interstate—

[F]
International.

[M]
What?

[F]
We're not in America anymore.
[beat]

[M]
...Where the fuck are we?

[F]
Canada.

[M]
WHEN DID WE CROSS THE BORDER?!

[F]
About thirty seconds ago.

[M]
DO I NEED A PASSPORT?!

[F]
Probably!

[F laughing]
Come on!
There's a lake up ahead
you have got to see!
________________________________________
[Bridge — bouncing acoustic/electric interplay]

[M]
I've got an idea.

[F]
Dangerous.

[M]
You wanna show me the world?

[F]
Uh-huh.

[M}
Then since we can't slow down
to something resembling human speed [BORING}
I'll carry you.
[music stops]

[F]
...
I'm sorry?

[M]
Hop on.
I'll carry you.

[F]
Fuck that. I'll carry you.

[M]
You want to carry me?

[F]
Piggyback.
Very dignified.

[M]
Fuck you

[F]
Not your type.

[M]
Not remotely.

[F]
Good.
Because you'd disappoint me.

[M]
Honey, every man disappoints you.
At least I have an excuse.

[F breaks into helpless laughter]

[F]
Okay, asshole.
Race you.

[M]
That isn't a fucking race!
*[WHOOSH]
...BUNNY!
________________________________________
[Final Chorus — both laughing through it]
[M]
WAIT UP!

[F]
CATCH UP!

[M]
COME BACK!

[F]
KEEP UP!

[M]
I'M GONNA FUCKING KILL YOU!

[F]
Gotta catch me first!

[M]
BUNNY!

[F]
Pretty Boy!

[M]
ASSHOLE!

[F]
Bestie!

[BOTH]
Running wild with nowhere we gotta go,
half the fun is finding
what we didn't fucking know!
One more mountain!
One more town!
One more sunrise coming 'round!

[F]
Whole world's waiting!

[M]
Bunny, please—

[F]
Just one more place!

[M]
You said that in Greece!

[F]
And wasn't Greece amazing?
[beat]

[M]
...Yeah.

[F ]
Then quit bitching.

[WHOOSH]

[M]
WAIT UP!

[F — rapidly disappearing into the distance]
NO! CATCH UP!
[guitars race into the outro; M shouting after her while F's laughter disappears into the wind]

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[Intro — racing drums, bright distorted guitar, rushing wind. M is already breathing hard. F sounds completely fine.] [M] Wait up! [F — distant] What? [M] I said WAIT UP! [F — suddenly beside him] Oh. No. Catch up. [WHOOSH — F disappears; M groans.] ________________________________________ [Verse I — F] You said, "Show me the places you've been writing songs about." I said, "Pick a direction." You said— [M] "Dealer's choice." [F] Poor choice of words. [drums kick harder] [F] Hudson River sunrise! [M] Pretty! [F] Blue Ridge by breakfast! [M] Okay! [F] Mississippi before lunch! [M] Bunny, slow the fuck— [F] Pacific by sunset! [M] THAT IS THE OTHER SIDE OF THE FUCKING COUNTRY! [F] Yep! Keep up! ________________________________________ [Verse II — M, gritty rock groove] She says, "Come see the world!" Sounds nice, doesn't it? What she fucking means is: Become a projectile. I like travel. I like mountains. I like beaches. I like breathing. [M] She thinks Mach Jesus is a perfectly reasonable sightseeing speed. [F — racing past] You're exaggerating! [M] YOU JUST RAN ACROSS A LAKE! [F] It was faster! [M] THERE WAS A BRIDGE! [F] Barriers are a mindset! [M] DROWNING ISN'T! ________________________________________ [Chorus — rapid call-and-response] [M] WAIT UP! [F] CATCH UP! [M] SLOW DOWN! [F] SPEED UP! [M] NORMAL PEOPLE NEED ROADS! [F] That sounds like a you problem! [M] BUNNY! [F] Pretty Boy! [M] FUCK YOU! [F] Love you too! [BOTH] Running wild, nowhere we gotta be, chasing every damn thing we haven't gotten to see! [M] Just give me a fucking minute! [F] You had one in Nebraska! [M] THAT WAS FOUR STATES AGO! ________________________________________ [Verse III — F; music opens into something genuinely beautiful] Okay. Fine. Stop here. Look. *[music suddenly softens] See the sunlight coming through those clouds? See the mountain turning gold? See that little road below us curling somewhere we don't know? There's a million little places nobody puts on any list. Things you only get to find because you went looking for this shit. I wanted you to see it. Not a picture. Not a song. This. [brief silence] [M — sincerely] ...Fuck. [F] Right? [M] Yeah. That's— Fuck. [F] Poet. [M] Shut up. [F] You first. ________________________________________ [Verse IV — M] Okay, Bunny. I'll admit it. This is pretty fucking great. But there's approximately one problem with your preferred method of interstate— [F] International. [M] What? [F] We're not in America anymore. [beat] [M] ...Where the fuck are we? [F] Canada. [M] WHEN DID WE CROSS THE BORDER?! [F] About thirty seconds ago. [M] DO I NEED A PASSPORT?! [F] Probably! [F laughing] Come on! There's a lake up ahead you have got to see! ________________________________________ [Bridge — bouncing acoustic/electric interplay] [M] I've got an idea. [F] Dangerous. [M] You wanna show me the world? [F] Uh-huh. [M} Then since we can't slow down to something resembling human speed [BORING} I'll carry you. [music stops] [F] ... I'm sorry? [M] Hop on. I'll carry you. [F] Fuck that. I'll carry you. [M] You want to carry me? [F] Piggyback. Very dignified. [M] Fuck you [F] Not your type. [M] Not remotely. [F] Good. Because you'd disappoint me. [M] Honey, every man disappoints you. At least I have an excuse. [F breaks into helpless laughter] [F] Okay, asshole. Race you. [M] That isn't a fucking race! *[WHOOSH] ...BUNNY! ________________________________________ [Final Chorus — both laughing through it] [M] WAIT UP! [F] CATCH UP! [M] COME BACK! [F] KEEP UP! [M] I'M GONNA FUCKING KILL YOU! [F] Gotta catch me first! [M] BUNNY! [F] Pretty Boy! [M] ASSHOLE! [F] Bestie! [BOTH] Running wild with nowhere we gotta go, half the fun is finding what we didn't fucking know! One more mountain! One more town! One more sunrise coming 'round! [F] Whole world's waiting! [M] Bunny, please— [F] Just one more place! [M] You said that in Greece! [F] And wasn't Greece amazing? [beat] [M] ...Yeah. [F ] Then quit bitching. [WHOOSH] [M] WAIT UP! [F — rapidly disappearing into the distance] NO! CATCH UP! [guitars race into the outro; M shouting after her while F's laughter disappears into the wind]

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