James’s Note: This is a bit of a weird piece. I wasn’t really sure what to call it. Think of it as the script to a musical, or maybe a poetry version of a rock opera. Whatever it is, I hope you enjoy it.
( The scene opens on Ren, who does not yet know he is the king of stories. He stands on the sidewalk of a crowded Street.
A pretty young girl, Sarah, is walking away from him as he stares after her. Both look perplexed.
Ren leans dazedly against the wall, and begins to sing as the crowd continues by obliviously.)
“It seems so strange to think our lives
are not what we had thought.
It looks like I’m in love
and it looks like you are not.
Our lives are just a story;
a tale our living weaves
and anything that might have been
is only make believe
But I know a story
where I loved with all my heart.
That’s my favorite story
and you’re my favorite part.
I know a story
where I lived and died for you
and in my little story,
we always made it through.
I don’t know a single story
where I’m not in with you
but I know a story
where you love me too.”
(Ren looks crestfallen, and begins to wander off in the opposite direction. Suddenly, his face lights up with inspiration. He spins on his heels, and follows after Sarah.)
Gray Matters: The Works of Sharon and James Gray 