8

Characters: the boy
                  the girl
                  the stars
                  the choir (four people)
                  the multitude (six people)

Act I Scene I (the boy is lid down in a wooden bed, at the edge of a huge swimming pool):

        girl: Hi?
        boy: Ahn? Hi. Who's there?
        girl: It's me Ana.
        boy: Ahh... Ana...Hi!
        girl: Hi!
        boy: Sit here.
        girl: Allright with you?
        boy: Yea. And you?
        girl: Um-rum. You've gone missed for a while...
        boy: Yea I was tired. I was thinking.
        girl: Thinking in what?
        boy: Ahn? Ah... don't know, thinking.

        (the boy blushes and the girl lies down besides him in another wooden bed)

        boy: You are nice, do yow know?
        girl: Really?
        boy: Um-rum. Really. You are pretty nice indeed!

        (a pause, both keep staring the water in silence)

        girl: You seemed weird, still, without even moving the hair before I spoke. What were you thinking about?
        boy: Me?
        girl: Yea...
        boy: Ahh, nope, whatever. I looked at the stars I guess.
        girl: The stars?
        boy: Yes. Did you see them today? They are great. They have something else more, I don't know. It's like I could feel them today, it is like not only I was staring at them, but also they stared at me.
        girl: Nice.
        boy: The stars?
        girl: No! I mean, the stars also, but that was not what I was talking about. I was talking about that that you were talking about.
        boy: What?
        girl: Ah, I don't know, forget it. It was nonsense.
        boy: Damn... look, look at that one! It's like it was blinking and trying to speak with us.
        girl: It seems to be dancing.
        boy: They say that if we believe very, very, very much indeed, close our eyes, concentrate and, very slowly, stretch our arm, we can touch them.
        girl: Really?
        boy: Yes, but we gotta believe it hard! They say that the stars will play in our hand and concede us a gift.
        girl: Let's try it?
        boy: Let's do it!

        (they both close their eyes and start slowly to stretch their hands up)
        (enter the stars, who start dancing around the boy and the girl)
        (somewhat later enter the choir)

        choir: OH, what happens?
                 With the young ones what shall be?
                 From celestial gods curses
                 what evil plan will succeed?

                 What we here have
                 are two simple creatures
                 Two lost seeds
                 Born scarce of features

                 But then something goes on
                 Agony is there hidden
                 an agony, a wish,
                 an answer is forbidden

                 But is so short this moment
                 as fast as we have never seen
                 Let's watch in this corner
                 what kind of trouble will begin

        (Exit stars, running away from stage scared)
        (The multitude enters trough the other side)

        multitude: Anacreon? Ana?

        (The boy and the girl take their arms back and sit down in a rush)

        multitude: Anacreon? Ana? where are you?
        girl: here!
        first of the multitude: Ahh... here you are!
        second of the multitude: At last, it was about time...
        third of the multitude: What were you doing here?
        boy: Nothing! We did nothing! We were only talking...
        girl: Yes... we were almost touching the stars... just a little bit more and we would touch them.

        (all in the multitude laugh)

        fourth of the multitude: Stop this bullshit son! Let's go home.
        fifth of the multitude: Yea Ana, you too. Let's go. Today the party is over.         second of the multitude: I did tell you I was sure they would be here...

        (the boy and the girl yawn and run to the arms of them parents)
        (exit multitude, boy and girl)

        choir: Then all gets right
                 All will meet it's end
                 be in the long wait
                 or in the brevity sand

                 What is the future
                 it is hard to tell
                 ask to the vile oracle
                 what is his spell

        (exit choir)