A Million Times Yes by Jeffrey Lo

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A MILLION TIMES YES BY JEFFREY LO (DOWNLOAD PDF HERE)

A black, empty space with nothing except for --  DEZI sitting at a desk.

She is trying to get work done.

On one side of her desk is a laptop.

On the other of the desk is a desktop computer.

At the center of the desk is a notepad.

In between the notepad and laptop is a cup of coffee.

In between the notepad and the desktop computer is a book.

Somewhere in all of that is her phone.

On the edge of the desk,, almost falling off of it, is a paper planner.

DEZI is the type of person to still keep a paper planner.

DEZI continues to work.

A PERSON enters.

A PERSON: Hey Dezi.

DEZI: Yes?

A PERSON: Can you do that thing for me?

DEZI: What thing?

A PERSON: You know, the thing.

DEZI: Right.

A PERSON: Right.

DEZI: Yes, I can do that for you.

A PERSON: Great.

A PERSON exits.

DEZI adds it to her to-do list.

DEZI gets back to work.

ANOTHER PERSON enters.

ANOTHER PERSON: Hey Dezi.

DEZI: Hi.

ANOTHER PERSON: Can you do me a favor?

DEZI: Sure.

Silence.

DEZI: What’s the favor?

ANOTHER PERSON: Oh. The favor.

DEZI: The favor.

ANOTHER PERSON: Exactly.

DEZI: Yes, I can do the favor.

ANOTHER PERSON: Amazing.

ANOTHER PERSON exits.

DEZI adds it to her to-do list.

DEZI gets back to work.

AND ANOTHER PERSON enters.

AND ANOTHER PERSON: Dezi.

DEZI: Yes?

AND ANOTHER PERSON: Can you –

DEZI: Yes.

AND ANOTHER PERSON: Great.

AND ANOTHER PERSON exits.

DEZI adds it to her to-do list.

DEZI gets back to work.

ANOTHER FUCKING PERSON enters.

ANOTHER FUCKING PERSON: Dez –

DEZI: Yes. I’ll do it. Go away.

ANOTHER FUCKING PERSON: You’re the best.

DEZI: I know.

ANOTHER FUCKING PERSON exits.

DEZI adds it to her to-do list.

DEZI gets back to work.

THIS BITCH enters.

Before THIS BITCH even opens her mouth –

DEZI: Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

DEZI drops dead.

Literally.

THIS BITCH checks to see if DEZI is really dead.

DEZI is really dead.

THIS BITCH leaves.

...

Blackout.

END OF PLAY.

Seven Fingers: The Story of Larry Itliong by Jeffrey Lo

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SEVEN FINGERS: THE STORY OF LARRY ITLIONG BY JEFFREY LO

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Darkness.

At a low volume, an acapella rendition of Dahil Sa Iyo. It plays on repeat. It’s a short song but it’s so good you can hardly tell it’s started over.

The darkness is broken by the light of a stricken match. The match lights a cigar. The music slowly grows in volume. A puff of smoke from the cigar.

Lights slowly rise to reveal Larry Itliong. At this point in his life, he has fought many fights and won many battles. His eyes are closed as he smokes, taking in the music.

He sings along. Not very well but with panache.

LARRY:

Dahil Sa Iyo…

Nais Kong Mabuhay…

Dahil Sa Iyo…

Hanggang Mamatay…

Dahil Sa Iyo. Because of you.

Hell of a song. Surely you’ve heard it.

My guys sing it all the time. Out on the field.

If not from the guys, in the dance halls…

You, definitely heard it there.

Weekends in the dance halls…

Loving in the dance halls…

Government trying to tell us Filipinos we can’t get married to nobody in this country.

What the fuck do they know?

What are they gonna do to stop me?

I got married four times.

Heh. You surprised someone like me could get married four times?

What? Is it my Seven Fingers? Yeah. That’s why they call me that. Seven Fingers.

Most people think I lost those three fingers working in Alaska, canning fish.

I can fish in Alaska all the time, sure, but the true story? Jumping off a moving freight train.

Hand got stuck.

Fingers gone.

Am I not pretty to you?

I got the ability to make you think I’m pretty.

You girls might think I’m ugly, but you talk to me for a couple of hours… I’m pretty.

How about that?

We fully see LARRY’s face at this point. A challenging smirk on his face

LARRY:

I’m gonna be very frank with you, I have all kinds of guts you know? I’m not scared of nobody. And I’m a son of a bitch in terms of fighting for the rights of Filipinos in this country.

The music grows.

LARRY:

The guys sing this song. As they protest. It’s romantic. It makes them feel good.

For me? It reminds me why I fight. It keeps me focused. I look at those grape growers and I tell them why we have a problem. Sa buhay ko’y labis ang hirap at pasakit.

Dahil Sa Iyo…

The music grows more.

LARRY:

DAHIL SA IYO!

Because of you mother fucker.

The music is suddenly gone. Lights shift. LARRY transforms into a younger version of himself. The sounds of Delano farms. LARRY pantomimes the motions.

LARRY:

Movement. That’s the feeling of being a migrant Filipino farm worker.

Constant movement.

At one time you are in Alaska -- packing fish, canning fish, moving fish.

Move. Move Move.

Then to Coachella – hacking vegetables, packing vegetables, moving vegetables.

Moving. Moving. Moving.

Then moving to Delano.

Our bosses expect us to move their products and they expect us to move ourselves like products. Not humans. We’re not on their level, we are Filipinos.

And if there is one thing our bosses – the growers – know about Filipinos, they know that we will work. Through the heat, through the pain, through the fatigue – we keep working.

They take advantage of that.

To make their pockets fat.

The other day, one of the manongs had a heat stroke!

104 degrees and only a hat to block the sun, of course he got a heat stroke!

And what did they do?

They gave him a bowl of water and asked him if he could continue?

Shit…

(Beat)

With no one to protect us, we have to protect ourselves.

We have to fight for ourselves.

Fighting back is hard work.

Fighting back against a system set up to keep you oppressed is not easy.

Making it even more difficult was the fact that our unions were also divided.

Us Filipinos, we had the AWOC – The Agricultural Workers Organizing Committee.

The Mexicans were the NFWA – The National Farmworkers Association.

The growers, they are very smart in their abuse of our labor.

If the Mexicans strike wanting 15 cents more.

The growers come to us Filipinos offering us 5 cents more.

If the Filipinos strike.

They go to the Mexicans.

It’s hard to overcome when they are putting us against each other.

After many years as a migrant worker I became one of the leaders of the AWOC as did Philip Vera Cruz and Pete Velasco. They will forever be my brothers. For the first three or four months I worked for the union, it felt like all we did was talk, talk, talk! Goddamnit, I’d come home 11, 12, 1 o’clock. But lemme tell you, my mouth was sore!

LARRY plays out a AWOC meeting. The sounds of a room full of men.

LARRY:

Everybody, everybody, come on, give Ed your attention.

LARRY: (As a farmworker Ed:) 

We work so hard with no break!

Cheers of agreement.

LARRY: (As a farmworker Ed:)

We cut our fingers picking their grapes!

We break our backs carrying their boxes!

Our sweat turns into their dollars!

Cheers of agreement.

LARRY: (As a farmworker Ed:)

Do they give us a break?

The crowd responds with “No!”

LARRY (As a farmworker Ed:)

Do they help us when it is over 110 degrees?

The crowd responds with “No!”

LARRY (As a farmworker Ed:)

Do they respect us!?

The biggest NO! of all.

A slight light shift.

LARRY (As a second farmworker:)

Sometimes I cannot believe how they talk to us.

Calling us, boy this, boy that.

BOY COME HERE!

BOY GET TO WORK!

I’m a fucking MAN!

The cheers grow more passionate.

LARRY (As himself to the farmworkers:)

Ok! Ok! Everyone, listen up. We hear you and we agree with you.

It sounds like it’s time we do something about it.

(To the audience:)

So I put it to the group. We took a strike vote.

And after the strike vote I asked –

(Back to the meeting:)

Who wants to volunteer to picket?

(To the audience:)

Only one man raised his hand.

(Back to the meeting:)

Only Ed?

What about the rest of you? What’s wrong? I thought we took a strike vote?

Didn’t we take a strike vote?

(As farmworker 3:)

I can’t picket the boss!

(As Larry:)

Why not?

(As farmworker 4:)

I’ve been working with with these people for almost 20 years!

 (Another farmworker:)

I’ve been here for 28!

(As Larry:)

You’ve been here for 28 years? Ok. Tell me. Working here for 28 years. What do you own? What property do you own?

(As Larry:)

A car. What else? Do you have a roof over your head? Do you have a bed to call your own? You have your car and your debt to your “BOSS”

(As farmworker 4:)

I don’t want to be the one they see. I don’t want them mad at me.

(As Larry:)

You don’t want them to be mad? Talaga? That’s what it is?

Sounds from the crowd.

LARRY:

Well then forget about the strike.

All of you, get the fuck out of here and get back to work tomorrow morning.

If you don’t want them to get angry, you better become satisfied with their bullshit.

This meeting is done.

(Back to the audience:)

It’s as though what they actually want to do is bitch and moan, not get anything done.

Lights shift.

LARRY:

A few days pass, conditions get worse.

The temperature grows hotter.

The growers push harder.

Our frustration becomes unbearable.

Another meeting is called.

Back at the community center.

Back to sounds of the AWOC meeting.

LARRY:
Alright men.

Here we are again. What do you have to say?

LARRY (As farmworker 3:)

Today, I tripped on the vines and injured my knee! When I told them I needed to rest and get it checked by the doctor, they told me that I would not get paid and they would replace me!

LARRY (As farmworker 2:)

Our breaks have gotten so short! I barely have time to drink water! I can’t even take a piss! Who the fuck do they think they are!?

LARRY (As farmworker ED:)

Come on guys! WE HAVE TO GO ON STRIKE AND WE HAVE TO DO IT RIGHT!

LARRY (As himself:)

That’s right. Ed is right.

If we go on strike, we need to really go on strike.

We need to ALL go on strike.

We need to ALL picket.

Because if only a few of us go – why should they care?

If there are only two, three of us out there picketing and everyone else is scared why would they change? They won’t.

So tell me – are you guys fed up?

The group cheers!

LARRY:

Good.

Because I’m fed up too.

And I don’t like to be alone.

So what do you say?

Do we picket?

Do we strike?

Do we do it right?

The room explodes with cheers!

LARRY (Back to the audience:)

We decide unanimously.

We will strike tomorrow.

Be back at the community center at 3 AM.

We will come through like it is a normal work day.

Once it hits noon, we put our work down.

We are done.

We strike.

... and on that day... right at noon. It happened.

Over fifteen hundred tired, lonely and abused Filipino men put their tools down and planted their feet.

September 8, 1965 - The Delano grape strike began.

 (Beat)

That grape strike.

O, ano? Are you surprised?

It’s true.

The plans to start the Delano grape strike were drafted in Tagalog.

We hear sounds of the strike. The picket lines.

LARRY chants with the rest of the manongs.

LARRY:

Watching my guys put down their work – one by one – and meet together at our base…

It felt good.

The only thing I like more than watching us organize together to fight…

Is winning.

Winning the fight.

As soon as they notice what we’re doing, the growers come out and ask us what we are doing. What we want.

I tell those “bosses” not to worry… we just want what’s fair.

They look at me and leave.

Day one. We start strong.

The next morning, we get up to start where we left off. No one works. Everyone pickets. We will not stop until we get paid our fair share and our working conditions are humane. But suddenly – as we had seen time and time again…

Our picket lines were crossed.

The growers went to the local Mexican farmworkers of the NFWA and the Mexicans were crossing our picket lines. We watched them pick up our tools and take our work.

Our guys looked around at each other and then to Vera Cruz.

Vera Cruz looked to me.

(As Philip Vera Cruz:)

Seven Fingers. What should we do?

LARRY looks at Phillip Vera Cruz and grabs a megaphone.

LARRY:

(Calling out to the Mexican farmworkers:)

HEY!

LISTEN HERE!

LISTEN TO ME!

WE ARE YOUR BROTHERS AND SISTERS OVER HERE!

WE SHOULD BE TOGETHER!

COME HERE INSTEAD!

(To the audience:)

They looked at us for maybe one second.

Then put their heads back down and went back to work.

I couldn’t blame them.

Those motherfuckers pitting us against each other again.

Vera Cruz and Velasco tried to get them to stop but there was nothing we could do.

(As Pete Velasco:)

Larry. The others are losing hope. The Mexicans won’t listen…

We are losing the strike because of them.

We’re trying to talk to them in English but they don’t speak English.

None of us talk Spanish…

So what do we do, Larry? We cannot keep going on like this!

(As Larry:)

Ok.

I’m gonna go talk to Cesar.

(To the audience:)

Chavez.

What? You didn’t know that the great Cesar Chavez would not have joined the Delano grape strike if it wasn’t for Seven Fingers?

Well it’s true. Shiiiit.

And that son of a bitch didn’t want to help!

LARRY ITLIONG’s meeting with CESAR CHAVEZ.

LARRY:

(As Chavez:) Look Larry, I understand the hardships the Filipinos are going through.

(As Larry:) No, you are not listening to me!

(As Chavez:) I am… but we’re just not ready.

(As Larry:) And we cannot wait anymore.

(As Chavez:) Look Larry…

(As Larry:) We need your support.

(As Chavez:) We cannot give it to you.

(As Larry:) Why the hell not, Chavez?

(As Chavez:) We’re not ready.

(As Larry:) Do you see my guys out there? They are old and they are suffering. For what? I know it’s different for you Mexicans but the Philippines is a long way from home. We have nowhere to go.

(As Chavez:) We are not ready to do this Larry. Give me two or three more years. Then we can talk.

(As Larry:) Goddamnit Chavez!

Maybe you can wait two or three more years but we cannot.

The Filipinos. We are getting old. We came here in the twenties.

And every penny, every quarter, every dollar we can fight for – we need that to retire.

We need that to live our lives.

No.

We need to strike now.

And you are going to strike with us.

Cause let me tell you Cesar.

And believe me when I say this.

If you do not join us. We will be against you, forever.

Every step of the goddamn way.

Whenever you strike.

Wherever you strike.

We will be there to break it.

Whatever picket lines you have.

We will cross them.

And you will get nowhere.

We do this now or I will leave this room and we will all suffer. Forever.

(As Chavez:) Come on, Larry…

(As Larry:) You know I mean it Cesar.

Don’t test me.

(To the audience with a cocky, satisfied smile:)

I won.

Cesar Chavez called a meeting with us and the NFWA at the Guadalupe Church. Really it was just a meeting with the NFWA that we were allowed to sit in and watch. They were yelling, arguing and debating in Spanish. Whether or not they should support us. All we could do was sit and wait. Vera Cruz and I stepped outside for a smoke as they continued their debate when suddenly we heard a cheer.

We turned to the church and heard –

The sound of a Mexican crowd cheering SI SE PEUDE! VAMOS IR EN HUELGA!

LARRY:

Vamos Ir En Huelga!

Let’s go on strike!

Now we had what we needed to win.

A partnership.

Organization.

Mexicans. Filipinos.

No longer brothers fighting against one another but brothers fighting together.

Beautiful.

The next morning we came to the community hall like every other day but this time…

(Sees the Mexican farmworkers entering:)

Cesar came in.

And Dolores Huerta.

And the rest of their community.

For the first time, they were in our Filipino Community Hall and we shared breakfast.

We shared a meal as we shared our fight.

Finally.

We were together.

(As Filipino Worker:) Oy! Come over here grab a plate! Sit with me. Are those tamales?

(As Mexican Worker:) Si! Fresh! From my wife!

(As Filipino Worker:) Bring them over here!

(As another Filipino Worker:) Try some of this! We call this longaniza!

(As another Mexican Worker:) Like chorizo!

(As another Filipino Worker:) Yeah! Haha! Like chorizo!

LARRY turns back to the audience and smiles.

LARRY:

Mexican food.

Filipino food.

All delicious.

All giving us energy.

The energy we needed to win this fight.

We hear Mexican fight music played by the Mexican laborers mixed in with the Filipino songs played by the Filipinos. Together, it is more empowering than apart.

LARRY:

When the growers saw the that the Mexicans and Filipinos had decided to work together, they knew they were in trouble. They knew that united, we had power. And they knew we meant business.

So with that, they got scared. They got scared and became aggressive with their tactics. Once they got scared those assholes turned to intimidation and violence. They turned off the lights and gas in our labor camps so we had trouble showering or cooking a meal.

My son saw a fellow labor striker get beat up by thugs hired by the growers when he was just five years old. Later that night, he asked me why there was a difference between white and brown.

As the resistance to the strike grew more and more violent, we came up with a plan. Two workers and a student activist followed a mass grape shipment that came from one of our picketed growers to it’s ending destination in Oakland. We instructed them that once they made it to the end, to convince the transporters to not load the shipment. And they succeeded! It worked. Because of this, a thousand ten-ton cases of grapes were left rotting in the docks.

From there, we got support from the Longshoremen’s and Warehousemen’s Union. They refused to load non-union grapes.

From here – Chavez came up with an idea. An idea to make public boycotts of the two largest corporations involved in Delano Grapes – Schenley Industries and Digiogio Corporation. If the growers were going to hurt our pockets, we were going to do the same to them.

News of our strike and our boycott moved fast and we quickly gained support across the country –

LARRY picks up stacks of newspapers and reads the headlines.

LARRY:

Atlanta- Delano grapes and Scheneley products are added to a boycott project run by African Americans throughout the South.

El Paso – The Bishop of El Paso announces his support of the boycott.

New York – 50,000 government employees pledge their support of the boycott.

Sacramento – The California Democratic Council announces its support of the strike and boycott and donates $5,700 to the union.

Chicago – Members of the largest co-op in the state of Illinois remove all boycotted products from their shelves.
Indio – Over 600 farm workers and supporters gather to hear leaders of the movement speak.

A huge rally is held in Selma.

And us fighting for our rights, inspired others like us to do the same.

In Del Ray – 80 Orange pickers go on strike.

In Oxnard – 20 workers go on strike in the strawberry fields.

Washington D.C. - Father Vincent Saldini, an orange picker for 11 years, leads an outdoor Mass at the Washington monument in support of our fight.

In March of 1966, while I led the fight in Delano, Cesar embarked on a three-hundred mile pilgrimage to Sacramento to demand answers from the government. When he and his hundreds of followers arrived the following month, he was met by thousands of supporters rallying at the State Capitol’s door.

And finally, as our power grew stronger, we finally made the union of our battles, official. In August, 1966 the Agricultural Workers Organizing Committee and the National Farmworkers Association combined and we officially charted the United Farm Workers of America.

 (Beat)

Many thought that with the Cesar and me working together that the fight would be short. That the strike would start and the growers would quickly give in but… we fought for over five years.
‘tang ina...

Five years…

LARRY closes his eyes and ages back to where he was at the beginning of the play.

LARRY:

We got tired.

We got hungry.

We got beaten.

We got abused.

But…

We stayed brave.

Five long years…

We won.

Goddamnit we won!

We hear Dahil Sa Iyo. Larry hears it and opens his eyes.

LARRY stands up and dances with himself. Holding a beautiful, imaginary partner.

LARRY:

Because of you… (Singing:) Dahil Sa Iyo…

He sings and dances as the music plays. Lights fade.

End of Play

But First by Jeffrey Lo

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BUT FIRST BY JEFFREY LO (DOWNLOAD PDF HERE)

An Ikea.

After hours.

AARON enters.

He’s been working on late night inventory.

He’s been working for hours.

He’s tired and a little stressed out.

AARON stretches and yawns

AARON decides to take a moment to lie down on a display bed.

AARON lies down.

AARON closes his eyes.

AARON starts to relax.

AARON starts to feel close to a meditative state.

AARON feels wonderful.

AARON pops up.

AARON: JON!

After a moment JON enters.

JON: Yeah?

AARON: I decided to lie down here for a second to close my eyes.

JON: Yeah.

AARON: It feels great.

JON: Yeah?

AARON: I felt calm. Almost meditative. It was wonderful.

JON: Yeah!

AARON: Can you take a photo of me?

JON: Yeah.

AARON tosses his cellphone to JON.

AARON lies back down.

AARON manufactures the wonderful feeling he had just moments ago.

JON snaps a photo.

JON looks at the photo, he likes it.

JON: Yeah…

AARON pops back up.

JON tosses AARON his phone.

AARON looks at the photo.

AARON: Nice! Thanks man.

JON: Yeah!

AARON spends time posting this photo to social media.

AARON: … I guess I better get back to work now.

JON: Yeah.

AARON and JON get back to work.

END OF PLAY.

1+1=2 by Jeffrey Lo

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1+1=2 BY JEFFREY LO (DOWNLOAD PDF HERE)

ONE

ONE:

So, like, here’s the thing.

Sometimes I’m having a hard time.

Like, often times I’m having a hard time.

Most of the time, really.

And when people ask me, “How are you doing?”

I want to say, “Not too great, if I’m being honest with myself.”

And if they’re nice, those people will ask, “Well what’s wrong?”

And I’ll have to say, “I don’t know.”

Or maybe those people will ask, “What can I do to help?”

And I’ll have to say, “Probably nothing.”

Or maybe OTHER people will just say nothing and walk away.

And I’ll have to say to myself, “What an asshole.”

And none of that seems productive so when someone asks me “How are you doing?”

I just say, “Fine.”

I don’t even think about it.

All I say is, “Fine.”

Like a reflex.

I don’t even think about it.

Like one plus one is two.

How am I doing? Fine.

When I really think about it, though, it doesn’t feel good.

To just say fine.

When I’m not fine.

It feels shitty really.

And really…

When I think about how I feel…

I’d have to say…

Really…

Not fine.

I am not fine.

Are you listening?

END OF PLAY.

Demon(s) by Jeffrey Lo

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DEMON(S) BY JEFFREY LO (DOWNLOAD PDF HERE)

MARCUS in a motel bathroom.

His face is wet.

He has just finished washing his face.

He is staring at his own reflection in the mirror.

He does this in silence.

This lasts for a minute.

Then another minute

Then another minute

Then another minute

And another minute.

Then finally –

MARCUS: This shouldn’t be so hard.

BLACKOUT.

END OF PLAY.

Things We Get To Say (A Valentine's Play) by Jeffrey Lo

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THINGS WE GET TO SAY (A VALENTINE'S PLAY) BY JEFFREY LO

(DOWNLOAD PDF HERE)

J and L looking at the audience.

J and L: Things We Get To Say.

J and L turn to each other.

They look at each other.

Eye to eye.

L: I love how dedicated you are to everything that you do.

J: I love how you put you give your heart to everyone you care about.

L: I love how you support me.

J: I love how you take care of me.

L: I love your dimple.

J: I love your freckles.

L: I love your nose.

J: I love your cheek.

L: I love your ears.

J: I love your hair.

L: I love when you sing me voicemails.

J: I love that you love me singing terribly in your voicemails.

L: I love that you love my jokes.

J: I didn’t say that.

Pause.

J: But I do love your jokes.

L: I love that you put in the effort for us.

J: I love that you are there for me when times are tough.

L: I love you.

J: I love us.

Pause.

J and L turn back to look at the audience.

J and L: Things we get to say.

J and L turn back to each other.

They look at each other.

Eye to eye.

J: Thank you.

L: Thank you.

J and L: Thank you.

END OF PLAY.

beep by Jeffrey Lo

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BEEP BY JEFFREY LO (DOWNLOAD PDF HERE)

Darkness.

All we hear is beep…

beep…

beep…

Lights slowly rise.

Still more beep…

beep…

beep…

Lights are up.

LINDA sitting in a hospital room next to her father DAVID.

DAVID is in a coma.

beep…

beep…

beep…

LINDA watches her father, motionless.

beep…

beep…

beep…

LINDA thinks of the right words to say.

beep…

beep…

beep…

LINDA listens to the beeps. The beeps drive her nuts.

But she wouldn’t be able to stand it if they stopped.

beep…

beep…

beep…

LINDA is paralyzed. DAVID is motionless.

beep…

beep…

beep…

Lights start to fade.

beep…

beep…

beep…

Darkness.

beep…

beep…

END OF PLAY.

Make It Rain On Dem by Jeffrey Lo

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MAKE IT RAIN ON DEM BY JEFFREY LO (DOWNLOAD PDF HERE)

JEFFREY on stage.

JEFFREY writes plays.

JEFFREY directs plays.

JEFFREY produces plays.

He likes plays.

JEFFREY: Hi everyone. This is my play. It is a Christmas play.

Pause.

JEFFREY looks up at the sky.

Silence.

JEFFREY is still looking up at the sky.

More silence.

JEFFREY looks back at the audience.

JEFFREY: I was told a Christmas play would make it rain money.

Silence.

JEFFREY looks back up at the sky, waiting.

JEFFREY: Any minute now.

“I Make it Rain” by rapper Fat Joe starts to play.

But no money falls from the sky.

Lights slowly fade as JEFFREY continues to wait and Fat Joe continues to rap.

END OF PLAY.

Find My iPhone by Jeffrey Lo

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FIND MY iPHONE BY JEFFREY LO (DOWNLOAD PDF HERE)

JAY is at his apartment watching an episode of Black Mirror on Netflix.

It’s a good episode.

A real good one.

After a moment, his phone buzzes.

He checks it.

It’s his mom.

JAY pauses the TV and picks up.

JAY: Hey mom.

MARY GWEN: JAY!

JAY: Yes, mom?

MARY GWEN: I really need your help!

JAY: Is everything ok?

MARY GWEN: You are on speakerphone.

JAY: Ok. Are you ok?

MARY GWEN: Can you hear me? You are on speakerphone.

JAY: Yes, mom. Are you ok? Why am I on speakerphone?

MARY GWEN: Because I cannot hear you so I put you on speakerphone so you can be louder.

JAY: Um, there is just a volume button –

MARY GWEN: Anyway, I really need you to help me.

JAY: Ok. What is wrong?

MARY GWEN: I have a big problem.

JAY: What’s the problem mom?

MARY GWEN: I need you to come here.

JAY: OK, I’ll change my clothes and be right over, but I’m really worried. What is wrong?

MARY GWEN: You cannot help me unless you are here.

JAY: Ok. I will be there. But I am really freaked out right now, mom. Can you please tell me what is going on?

MARY GWEN: Well, anak, I cannot find my phone.

Silence.

JAY: What?

MARY GWEN: I cannot find my phone. I need you to come here and help mama find it, balong.

JAY: Mom.

MARY GWEN: What?

JAY: You don’t need my help finding your phone.

MARY GWEN: Oh, now you don’t want to help your mom?

JAY: I do want to help my mom but you don’t need it.

MARY GWEN: What do you mean I don’t need your help? I am telling you I need it.

JAY: Mom.

MARY GWEN: What?

JAY: Tell me, what is it you are talking to me on?

Pause.

Beat.

Silence.

MARY GWEN hangs up on JAY.

Blackout

END OF PLAY.

The Expiration of a Friendship by Jeffrey Lo

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THE EXPIRATION OF A FRIENDSHIP BY JEFFREY LO

(DOWNLOAD PDF HERE)

KENNY and JEN eating dinner, mid meal.

They take a few bites in silence.

JEN: I’m so glad we could do this.

KENNY: Me too.

They take more bites.

More silence.

KENNY: When was the last time we saw each other?

JEN: I can’t even remember!

KENNY: It feels like forever.

JEN: It really does!

More bites.

More silence.

The dinner is tasty though.

KENNY: …

JEN: …

More bites.

More silence.

JEN: Um…

KENNY: Yeah?

JEN: Sorry, I lost my thought.

KENNY: Oh. Haha. It happens.

JEN: Yeah.

More bites.

More silence.

More bites.

More silence.

In fact.

They bite in silence until…

The meal is over.

They look at each other.

Silence.

Beat.

KENNY: Jen.

JEN: Yeah?

KENNY: Are we out of things to talk about?

JEN: I don’t know…

KENNY: … are we still friends?

Pause.

JEN: I don’t know.

END OF PLAY.