"Slow It Down"

Angie is reading in a large armchair. She sighs loudly, putting her book on the side table and moves to her bed, forgetting to turn off the light. She lies down and closes her eyes. It's quiet.  After about a minute there's a loud crash and Angie sits up with a start. She continues to listen. 

Angie:

Heart, "slow it down." Breathe deeply. It could have just been a pan falling off that cabinet I built. It also could be a murderer. It's not that. It's not that.

Okay. "Angie, go back to bed."

Angie lies back down. Another 30 seconds passes. She opens her eyes and starts to pace, picking up the book.

(whispering) "Rest your arms and rest your legs." Okay. Breathing in and out. I need to calm down. Oh Sam, "when [you] stood [you] stood tall." This is the only thing I still have left. The book that you and I wrote all those years ago. We got too famous. The warnings went unheeded. They all told me that "[you'd] make a fool of [us] all." I didn't listen. We were business partners. It wasn’t supposed to end the way it did.

Angie picks up a pack of cigarettes and starts to twirl one around.

That book though. All it took was enough coffee and cigarettes to keep us up and working. I shouldn't have asked "for cigarettes." It was the book that got me hooked, it seemed so easy and natural. Now I can't stop and I "ain't got nothin' left for you." There's no way we could write another one. You would write a chapter, I would edit it and write the next, and we'd continue like that until we had the best book anyone could have written. We were on the Bestseller's list for a year.

"I never." (pause) "[You] never." (pause) "We never looked back." You left the country as soon as we were supposed to go on tour together. It wasn't the same without you. The tour even ended early. The book was the only thing that was possible for us to do together… everything else, well, "that wasn't what we were good at."

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