Cindy's Monologue

Cindy laid across his bed, fingering his comforter with one hand as she raises her other arm above her head.

I had a dream about where I want to be later in life. I live in a beautiful home in the hills of Saratoga. Saratoga is an elevated town on the outskirts of Santa Clara County that is really green, and populated with millionaires, reminds me of Oregon, which is a generalization since I haven't spent that much time in Oregon except for driving through. Saratoga was once occupied by Steinbeck and Spielberg. Really smart privileged kids.

She smirks.

My friends who attended Saratoga High joke that Spielberg was a dorky Jewish kid in school who nobody liked.

She flips onto her stomach, excitedly.

Anyways, continuing my dream - I lived in the midst of a forest with acres of hiking territory behind my home. I had a library, filled with all the books I could possibly ever want to read and draw from, and there, amongst armchairs, wooden floors, an antique record player hooked up to a bombass sound system, I can write, and that is my occupation. And I commute to the city whenever my theatre company is starting a production, and half the time, they're producing my work, and I'm renowned as the new Sam Shepard of this generation. The Stoppard of America. And like Kushner, I find myself producing works and festivals in New York, and writing screenplays by Hollywood demand. I would be the frontier of Asian American theatre, because unlike the blacks, the Hispanics, and the Jews, I am unprecedented except by David Henry Hwang, who is more of an experimentalist in multi-cultural theatre and Amy Tan, who is just a hack novelist.

Smiling broadly.

In this life, I am comfortable, but most likely lonely, because ultimately, I live a hermit life. I thrive on the Artist's Loneliness. And there, I will do what I want, living the life I can suffice on, until I die at a terribly young age, because I fear the obscurity of old age. It might be a miserable death; the more I struggle, the better. And though we all face death on our own, I would realize that I had face my entire life alone, and I will regret.

She reaches to him on the floor and plays with his neckline.

I want to live life to its fullest. Let us venture forth.