(Real Estate Agent and Homeowner come walking along estate road, agent pointing out all the wonderful aspects of the land, new homeowner in state of awe and delight)
HOMEOWNER:
Are you telling me this is all mine, all this land?
REAL ESTATE AGENT:
Oh yes. Everything you see, as far as your eye can see. From East to West, and North to South.
(beautiful home comes into sight)
HOMEOWNER:
Oh my goodness! What a beautiful home!
REAL ESTATE AGENT:
Yes it is. And it is all yours!
HOMEOWNER:
You’ve got to be kidding! This home? It’s mine?
REAL ESTATE AGENT:
Oh yes, it is. I’m not kidding even one little iota.
HOMEOWNER:
But why in the world would the King want to give me something like this? Something so beautiful, something so perfect?
REAL ESTATE AGENT:
Simply put, the King is crazy about you. He supervised all of this, to make sure everything was perfect.
HOME OWNER:
Wow! His Grace is wonderful.
REAL ESTATE AGENT:
You got that right. Now, here, let open the door to this wonderful home of yours. You’ll notice I’m using a key -- but if you so choose, your house never has to be locked again. That’s a wonderful thing about this place, there is absolutely no crime. In fact, you can feel free to leave your doors and windows unlocked, open, 24 hours a day.
HOMEOWNER:
Oh, my goodness, this is just all too good to be true.
REAL ESTATE AGENT:
Really, it’s not. It’s all true, and it’s all yours.
(they enter house, Homeowner constantly looking about at all the wonders inside)
Look around, my friend. This is your new home! And come over here to the west side of your house and take a look at this --
(they go and look out sliding glass door)
Right out here is the King Swing. It’s a special place where every night you’ll be able to sit and talk with the King...
HOMEOWNER:
(opening sliding glass door) This is just incredible. (sits on swing and begins to push back and forth) You mean every night the King will actually come and talk with me, right here on this swing?
REAL ESTATE AGENT:
Yes indeedy!
HOMEOWNER:
(laughing delightedly) This is just all so incredible! Like a dream come true! I mean, I just feel like I don’t deserve any of this!
REAL ESTATE AGENT:
That’s the wonderful thing -- He gives you all this because He loves you, not because you earned it or paid anything. But come in and let me show you some of the views from your house.
(they go to the east side of the house)
Look out THIS window...
HOMEOWNER:
OH LOOK AT THOSE MOUNTAINS! They’re breathtaking! And that lake -- the water looks so fresh and pure I could drink it!
REAL ESTATE AGENT:
It IS that fresh and pure. And the forest --
HOMEOWNER:
-- I LOVE trees! What a beautiful forest!
REAL ESTATE AGENT:
Now come and look at your northern view...
(they go to the northern side of house)
HOMEOWNER:
THE OCEAN! Wow! I’ve got mountains and a lake, forest, and the OCEAN TOO! This is unbelievable, like the most incredibly beautiful place in the world to live!
(they begin strolling about house, the HomeOwner looking at everything)
This will be just the perfect summer house for me -- and weekends! I can’t wait to start bringing my friends and family out -- sure the commute will be something, but a place like this is worth the commute --
REAL ESTATE AGENT:
Oh, I’m afraid you have misunderstood. This is your home, now. You will live here, not in the city.
HOMEOWNER:
(a little uncertain) You mean I have to live here all the time? I have to move here?
REAL ESTATE AGENT:
Yes, that is why the King prepared this place for you.
HOMEOWNER:
Oh. Well. Okay. I mean, I guess. Sure. The clear skies out here, the peace and tranquility. (sounding even more uncertain, positively doubtful) I guess I could, you know, like, uh, well, make the transition...
REAL ESTATE AGENT:
(putting comforting arm about shoulder of HomeOwner) Don’t worry, my friend! It’s not a burden. Once you live here for even a short time, the city will begin to lose its attraction. The city is just not the kind of place for those that love the King . . . the crime, the hatred, the fear and depression. The city destroys not only your love for the King, but also, it will ultimately kill you with its poisoned air.
HOMEOWNER:
Um. Yeah, sure. Yeah. I love this place.
REAL ESTATE AGENT:
Good. Now, I have to go to the car for just a few moments, just a little bit of paperwork to fill out, and then I’ll be back with some papers for you to sign, and then the key and all of this will be yours, forever. Why don’t you look around and acquaint yourself with the place?
HOMEOWNER:
Okay. I’ll see you in a few moments.
(Real Estate Agent leaves and HomeOwner strolls about, not quite as delighted as before)
Well sure. This will be a great place to live. My family will adore it out here. I can’t wait to bring them here.
(goes to west window and looks out door at King Swing)
I’m not sure what they’ll think about that swing, though. Probably think that I’ve gone completely crazy. Sure is a funny little swing. King of old and rusty.
Boy, this place sure is perfect. (looking up at the ceilings) The vaulted ceilings just take your breath away. (squints, sees something unbelievable) Uh-oh. Oh great. I can’t believe it. No way. (leans right and left, peering up at ceiling) It’s a glob of paint. Everything so perfect, and yet look at that sloppy paint work.
Boy. I can just hear my Mom: “Couldn’t ya get some good painters out here in the boondocks? Them small-town hick country rubes!”
Oh well, I can just get a crew out here and redo the ceilings. (wanders back to look out at King Swing) And maybe they can touch up that old swing too. Maybe a fresh coat of paint would make it look a little better. (looks down at carpet) And some new carpet -- I can’t believe they’d put down white carpet -- maybe some rich gold shag, yeah, and these walls -- the paneling is rich, sure, but so dark and depressing...
I’ll just have to put up some bright gold wall paper. Yeah! Rich golden wall paper. That’ll impress my business associates when they come out for a wild weekend!
But that swing. Oh boy. What are the boys going to think about THAT?
(goes out and looks at swing, measuring it with eyes, holding out hands to measure against his imagination)
Hmmmm. You know. A hot tub would fit here PERFECTLY!
(getting excited, strolling about the swing, imagining the hot tub)
YES! A long Jacuzzi would be perfect -- everyone’s got to respect a Jacuzzi! Oh wow! I can just picture (pacing to each spot where each ideal dream girl will sit) Suzi here, and Jane right here, and Lisa, Rhonda, Vivian, and yeah, even Cindy! Especially SIN-deee! Of course, she’s married -- oh well, what are friends for!
(nodding head, rubbing chin -- the swing, to talk to the King, or the tub, for all the babes?)
(snaps into decision -- bends down and grabs back of swing, heaves it up with all his strength, and rolls it over and away from house)
Yeah! The tub will fit PERFECTLY, right here!
(paces back into house, deep in thought) Okay, the ceilings repainted, a hot tub (growing in excitement as he talks, pacing faster and faster, building in energy) and new wall paper and carpet, and...
(stops beneath light fixture) And what about THIS? This light is barely more than a swinging bulb! What in the world were they thinking about when they put this BULB in this house? The King must not think THAT much of me if He puts a cheap, flimsy light like this in my house.
Sheesh. What this place needs is a glorious golden chandelier! (closes eyes, smiling, intoxicated with imagining the beautiful chandelier) Yesssss. (waving hands in excitement, eyes closed, head back, SEEing the glorious golden chandelier) A beautiful bright chandelier, shining gold, with thick rich crystal shimmering down like dazzling rain...
(suddenly opens eyes and sees plain light fixture, smile melts away, glares at light)
THIS. What were they thinking. Looks like it might fall right out of the ceiling if you touched it the wrong way. (reaches up and bats it lightly with one hand) Humpf! (looks about, guiltily -- is anyone watching?)
(reaches up and bats the light with hand, a little harder -- the light sways back and forth -- he watches the light, and then hits it hard with his hand -- then seizes the light with both hands and pulls down on it, as if he’ll yank it out of the ceiling -- looks about guiltily again, is anyone watching? Then he begins to swing from light fixture, back and forth, grimacing in hatred, putting all of body weight on the poor little light fixture -- but it STILL won’t come out of the ceiling -- finally he jumps up and down, plummeting all his weight directly down upon the light, until finally with a crash it comes smashing down out of the ceiling)
(he looks at the light fixture for a moment, a little confused that he did this terrible thing, a little guilt shifting over his face, and then dashes the light on the ground)
SEE! (out of breath, walks away from broken light) SEE? I told you! CHEAP. (puffing hard, a lot of energy expended on that dark deed) Barely touched it, and it fell out of the ceiling!
(paces frantically, gritting teeth, disturbed and angry) This place is a dump! Got to put in a hot tub, have the ceiling painted, and maybe raised higher, the carpet replaced, wall paper, a chandelier (stops, looking at the cupboards) and these cupboards!
What are people going to think of these ridiculous cupboards? (opens one of the doors and slams it shut) CHEAP! Looks like it could fall right onto the floor. (opens the door again and wrenches down on it, yanking and pulling) Look how cheap this thing is!
(yanks again and again, glaring and snorting, until he finally wrenches the door off its hinges and smashes the poor thing to the ground)
This place, this PLACE! It’s like a slum in here! Broken wood and glass and just LOOK at this door! (grabs onto a doorknob and slams the door back against the wall) What a joke of a door, it’s about to fall off its hinges. (grabs door and yanks and grinds and slams until it crashes off its hinges and he nearly falls to the floor with the cumbersome door)
AND THIS HUGE PICTURE WINDOW! (races over to the eastern window) Couldn’t they have at least put curtains up here? Thick rich golden brocade velvet curtains! Because this glass is really cheap and plain! How about some beautiful stained glass! (reaches up and softly bangs a fist against the glass) This stuff is so thin it might fall out if I sing High C!
(Real Estate Agents comes back into house and freezes, witnessing the crazed activity of the HomeOwner, stands watching in a state of shock)
(completely insane now, the crazed HomeOwner rears back a foot and kicks out the picture window -- it shatters down with a crash)
REAL ESTATE AGENT:
WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?
HOMEOWNER:
(whirls about, completely surprised -- for a moment looks about at the destruction of the house, and guilt comes flooding in) Uh -- well -- um. (dusts glass and dust and splinters off shoulders and chest) Uh, see, I was just making a list of things that need to be fixed, and there’s quite a lot! Ceiling, carpet, paint, light fixtures, doors and cabinets and that window! Man, this place is really quite a WRECK!
REAL ESTATE AGENT:
But why would you do this? You destroyed the swing where you and the King were going to sit and share time together. And this house! This house was a gift of love from your King!
HOMEOWNER:
Hey, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it to end up like this. But you see, I don’t think this is such a great idea. I mean, I’ve got a career you know, and a certain image I have to live up to, and living out here in the toolies like this, you know, people will think I’m downright WEIRD!
REAL ESTATE AGENT:
But this place has been designed precisely for YOU, for your happiness, and you will be with the King...
HOMEOWNER:
Well that’s just it, I don’t think this is really right for me. I need to live in the city. For my career, and my friends, and restaurants and entertainment. (begins to walk away from house and Real Estate Agent) I’m really sorry this didn’t work out, but this just isn’t the right time of my life. I’ve got places to go, people to see...
REAL ESTATE AGENT:
Please don’t go! This is where your happiness is! You’ll break the King’s heart! Please stay! You’re just not complete without this place!
HOMEOWNER:
(going, going...) Maybe later. When I’m old. When I’m ready to slow down. I’m sorry. (...gone)
REAL ESTATE AGENT:
(grieving, exasperated, confused) How can they choose the dark illusions of the city, over this? This sweet reality? How can they love the city -- the world -- more than the King?
(exits)
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