All you need is love.

I really want someone to tell me. Tell me that I'm a horrible actor. Tell me that I can't sing worth shit.

I think I'm scared. I'm scared that I'm going to put myself out there and fail.

That's ridiculous. I was nominated for Tommy Tunes. I was nominated for Best Supporting Actor in Tommy Tunes. They said themselves that I could sing. I feel like I can sing. Maybe I'm just out of touch.

I feel like people aren't being honest with me. Just tell the truth!

I'm so conflicted. I love doing theatre. How is this a hard decision for me?

It's not just that. I've just realized that I might be scared to fall in love again. I know why, obviously. I just always thought that I was stronger than that. I thought that the whole point was to make me stronger. I'm just like you, only I hide it better. Have I put up these walls? Walls that I thought I would never need? Walls to protect, and walls to forget. It's not that I still love you. I don't. But I think, sub-conciously, I don't want to do it again. Maybe that's why I feel like I'm done with love. All you need is love. I feel like I don't need it. All you need is love. I feel like I don't want it. All you need is love, love.

Love is all you need.

On the theory of Goodness.

Where does evil come from? It does not stem from anything, but is just there. It lurks in the hearts of man.

Gawd, that's corny but it's true. We all have our own personal demons, who egg us on. But what of us who try to be good?

"Being born with a talent or an inclination for goodness is the aberration."

Oh Elphaba. You and I are so alike sometimes. I'm not raising myself on the pedestal of legend, but I feel that I try to be good. Sure, I can be mean, and cynical, and rude, and dumb. But I try? Isn't that enough?

No good deed goes unpunished.

Is it true? Do people tend to hate the good? Are the good people in life reviled? Are good deeds just a cry for attention?

Is that all good deeds are when looked at with an ice cold eye?

You're right. I am cocky. I know that I am a good singer, and I'm pretty sure that I am a good actor. Is that so wrong? It's not like I go around telling everyone. Maybe it's because I try to be good. Maybe you see me with an ice cold eye, and condemn me to nothing but an attention-whore.

Or maybe it's because I came into that department as a nobody-nothing. And ended up better then you. Maybe you're just jealous that more people like me. I don't understand why I let you get under my skin. Gawd! Because I try to be good? I try, I try! I try to be a good person. I'm not responsible or studious. But I try, I try! I try to be always the polite one. The nice one. The good one. I have my moments. I slip. I'm not always good. But you'll never see me proclaim that I am the most good of all. The least wicked.

Gawd, this whole rant sounds so conceited.

Maybe I should just promise to never do a good deed again. But I can't do that. Elphaba went crazy in the end. The crazy wicked Witch of the West.

Rough draft.

Like real life, this play has too many story lines. Too many characters with broken hearts. Too many inside jokes.

Spotlights up right and down left. Up right, Doug is seated with his arms around his knees. Matthew stands uncomfortably, shivering in the cold. Down left, Stephen is sitting on a chair, with Jenny straddled over his legs. They are making out. He stops her.

JENNY. Do you not want this?

STEPHEN. I don’t know if you want this.

JENNY. Well.. [She kisses him. They make out.]

DOUG. What do you want from me Matthew?

MATTHEW. Nothing. I… You don’t need to give me anything.

DOUG. What does that mean? Do you want me to still like you?

MATTHEW. No. I mean… I don’t know.

DOUG. What? Do you still like me? Do you want me to tell you that I never stopped loving you? Even when I tried to cut you completely out of my life?

Stephen stops Jenny from continuing. He’s silent.

MATTHEW. No, I just… I…

DOUG. Well?

JENNY. Say something.

STEPHEN. I… I can’t.

MATTHEW. Well..

DOUG. [Stands, and grabs Matthew’s chin.] Just look at me. Look.

JENNY. [Grabs Stephen’s chin.] Just look me straight in the eye and tell me. Tell me we'll never go out again.

STEPHEN. Okay. We'll never go out again.

MATTHEW. Okay.

DOUG. Tell me. Tell me that there's nothing there.

JENNY. Absolutely nothing no matter how deep down inside.

STEPHEN. Jenny…

JENNY. Break my heart, Stephen. Please God, just break my heart.

MATTHEW. Doug, don’t.

DOUG. Tell me.

MATTHEW & STEPHEN. I really like this girl.

Black out.

I've solved my Symphonic band going to Austria dillema. I'm quitting.

I've found something that is profoundly better than band. Besides I've always wanted to go to a football game as a normal person, lol.

Theatre has struck a chord in my soul, and I want to be submersed in it.

So I guess you could say I'm not quitting, I'm just changing majors.