Lights go down on the mainstage and BAR, come up on OMP.
ALEX: (After an establishing pause.) You ever notice how every story is a love story these days?
I wonder when that happened. It’s always about some college aged idiot trying to end up with the girl in the end.
And they always win, too.
Well, no one likes a sad story.
You know, that’s exactly how I know no one will ever write anything about me. I never really had anything of a love life.
Huh. Still, though. Say that someone does put you into a play. What would be the purpose of this moment?
ALEX: (Beat.) Probably to cover for a scene change.
You seriously never fell in love? Seventy-six years old, and not even one stupid crush?
I mean, I guess I had something of a crush for a girl, long time ago. Girl named Emerson.
What happened with her?
Nothing. Whole lot of nothing. She actually still lives nearby. Takes care of her mother.
PARKER: (Pause.) Why do you know that?
ALEX: (Pause, then, reluctantly.) It might not have been that long ago.
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