[Opening Stage: low hum, spotlight split into two halves] female: “Alright… let’s start where it always starts. The morning lie.” male: “And I’ll be right behind you, pretending I’m not.” [female] getting up every morning pretending everything is fine fine fine putting every letter in the right order writing my thoughts in your twisted line [male: steps in, amused… a little cruel] “Twisted? That’s your handwriting on my mirror, not mine.” [female] I wrote you a song about someone else wrote it some time ago what do you think does it sting ting ting? [female laughs—short, sharp, wounded] “It stings because it’s true. [male replies] "It hurts because you let it to... This song is for you" [female ] i think I like you, you know? scared from your flame one day you're here next you don't know ma name [male leans in, whispering fire against A’s throat] “Oh, I know your name ma ma, and you...you know ma game ma ma ” [male] scared, scarred, in pain, can't you see we're just the same ma? let's me be, let me beee leave me, return and just stay take my flame keep it it's yours to play. oh it's your turn let's me be, let me beee leave me, return and just stay now you cannot go away return and never ever go away take my flame keep it it's yours to play. it's your turn... [VOICE A, trembling between hunger and retreat] “You give me fire then complain when I burn.” [female] scared, scarred, in pain, can't you see we're just the same ma? let's me be, let me beee leave me, return and just stay take my flame keep it it's yours to play. oh it's your turn when this fire started in the middle of a night you couldn't see how big was the light It was so easy to dismiss [Opening Stage: low hum, spotlight split into two halves] female: “Alright… let’s start where it always starts. The morning lie.” male: “And I’ll be right behind you, pretending I’m not.” [female] getting up every morning pretending everything is fine fine fine putting every letter in the right order writing my thoughts in your twisted line [male: steps in, amused… a little cruel] “Twisted? That’s your handwriting on my mirror, not mine.” [female] I wrote you a song about someone else wrote it some time ago what do you think does it sting ting ting? [female laughs—short, sharp, wounded] “It stings because it’s true. [male replies] "It hurts because you let it to... You know This song is for you" [female ] i think I like you, you know? scared from your flame one day you're here next you don't know ma name [male leans in, whispering fire against female's throat] “Oh, I know your name ma ma, I like you ma ma and you...you know ma game ma ma you do oh you know my game" [male continues in deep voice] scared, scarred, in pain, can't you see we're just the same ma? let's me be, let me beee leave me, return and just stay take my flame keep it it's yours to play. oh it's your turn let's me be, let me beee leave me, return and just stay now you cannot go away return and never ever go away take my flame keep it it's yours to play. it's your turn... [VOICE A, trembling between hunger and retreat] “You give me fire then complain when I burn.” [female] scared, scarred, in pain, can't you see we're just the same ma? let's me be, let me beee leave me, return and just stay take my flame keep it it's yours to play. oh it's your turn when this fire started in the middle of a night you couldn't see how big was the light It was so easy to dismiss that it all started in one little spark [male tilts his head, suddenly serious] “One spark.. that is all. You lit it. I spilled the oil...” [Both voices now speaking like a duet, overlapping, circling each other] [female] “And now the smoke tastes sweet. Like something doomed. Like something worth keeping anyway.” [male] “We keep dancing around the same flame your spark, my shadow, your fear, my return.” [female] “If you stay, I stay.” [male] “If you burn, I burn.” [BOTH] “And the fire keeps writing us, line after line, like it always wanted to.” [Final blackout. A single spark flickers. Curtain.] [outro] [the end]
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