This is a very short play I submitted to our One Act Festival. While the script was not chosen to be preformed, I would like to publish it here so that others may read it.
Mr. Lloyd his desk, reading a newspaper. Jim enters the room, sheepishly. A third Narrator character stands to the side of the scene.
Narrator (talking directly to audience): Mr. Lloyd is a manager at a Fortune 500 company. He’s been having a rough week, but is relaxing with his morning paper. Right before Mr. Lloyd is about to get to work, Jim enters to inquire about his job. Mr. Lloyd responds without even looking away from his newspaper.
Jim (nervous): Uh… Mr. Lloyd… About that… uh… promotion?
Mr. Lloyd (without looking away from paper): Speak straight, sport! I don’t have all day.
Narrator: Jim clears his throat and clarifies what he means. Then Mr. Lloyd elaborates.
Jim: *clears throat* Well, sir, uh um — you see, yesterday you told me that you had a job opening for assistant manager, and I, uh, think I’m ready to move up in this corporate world. I would like to be assistant manager.
Mr. Lloyd (still looking at paper): Well, that’s great, sport. Why don’t you fill out this quick application form? *hands Jim a several page document without looking at him*
Narrator: Jim looks over the form and is startled.
Jim: Wait, this isn’t a job application! This is the script to a play! OH MY GOSH, THIS IS ABOUT MY LIFE. MY LIFE IS A PLAY?! (Mr. Lloyd continues to just look at his paper, and ignore everything that is going on.)
Narrator: Jim then says “Wait! Even me finding the script is part of the script!”
Jim: Wait! Even me finding the script is part of the script!
Narrator: Jim becomes self-aware.
Jim: Hey, who just said that? Hey, you, in the corner! Who are you?!
Narrator (in a different voice tone, directly to Jim): Relax, Jim. You finding me is just part of the script. You’re doing excellent.
Jim: What? What do you mean? I have free will! You can’t control what I say!
Narrator (in the different tone, directly to Jim): I think we can.
Narrator (in previous tone, directly to audience): Jim reviews the script and notices it tells him to say “You can’t control what I say!”
Jim: *reviews script* What?! What kind of life is this? I’m a human being with my own motivations! And dreams! MY LIFE ISN’T SCRIPTED! *pauses* WAIT! THE SCRIPT TELLS ME TO SAY THAT! AHHHHHHHHH…
Narrator (directly to audience): And now for the act of defiance… also scripted.
Jim stands up, takes the script in his hands, and tears it in half. Jim then falls to the floor, dead.
Mr. Lloyd then looks up from his paper for a moment, picks up the landline phone next to him, and then dials a few numbers. It rings for a bit.
Mr. Lloyd: Nancy, Jim didn’t work out. Can you send in the next applicant?
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