Model by: Tom Burch
A figure in a teal dress regards a formal but colorful living room.
Emergence (or The Second Goodbye)
by Dennis Schebetta
ROBYN, 19, enters walking down the steps of the house, a rolling suitcase cascading clumsily behind her. She is anything but graceful as she tries to maneuver with the weight of it.
When she gets the suitcase to the bottom step it topples over and she almost trips over it.
She screams at it then kicks it.
She hobbles to the couch and sits, rubbing at her foot. Her attention focuses on the house around her.
She takes a long, deep breath.
Well.
I guess this is it.
Goodbye.
Mom is going to get impatient
You know how she gets
Trying to beat traffic
But I don’t care
I needed…
I needed this moment just to say…
I know I already said goodbye to you.
When I was 10.
At your funeral.
But now I’m leaving this house
The first house you owned as a U.S. citizen
The house where I was born
The house where you died.
(Beat.)
Papa?
Are you listening?
(Beat.)
You used to call me your butterfly
Tell elaborate bedtime stories about how I could
Transform
Into someone else
To fly away
Like you did from your home.
But this, now, this saying goodbye
To you
Your spirit
in this house
This goodbye seems so…
Permanent.
I guess death is like that.
(A beat. She stands and moves around the space, breathing it in.)
Change is like that, too.
Were you the one who told me
The only constant is change?
Or was that some famous scientist I read?
(Shit.
I hope that’s not on, like, one of my first tests at Stanford.
God, I already feel behind.)
Can I tell you a secret?
Maybe it’s not so secret…
I don’t want to go.
I don’t want to leave this house
I don’t want to get in that car with mom.
I don’t want to be at an airport.
I don’t want to get on that plane.
I don’t want to be the first to go to college.
I don’t want to start a whole new school.
A whole new life.
I don’t want to make friends
Make a career
Make anything
I don’t want to be a butterfly
I want to stay safe in my cocoon
But the problem is…
Mostly
I don’t want to disappoint you.
I know I won’t – you always told me:
“I love you and I’m proud of you.”
And I’d say
I know.
(A beat.)
I wish you were here right now
You’d tell me I worry too much
I overthink things
I need to be present
In the moment
Focus on what matters
Not to take things too seriously
You always had good advice.
(She looks around again as she picks up the suitcase.)
I have so many questions
You’ll say that it’s in the seeking that we find ourselves
Not necessarily the answer we want
But the answer we need
But what I need
Right now
Is for you to wrap your arms around me
And tell me everything will be okay.
But I believe matter is energy
And that energy never really disappears
And I can believe you are here
In the air
Around me.
Is that belief enough?
I don’t know.
I wish you had some words for me right now, Papa.
A whisper of wisdom.
Anything?
(Silence. She listens.
Does the room answer?
She smiles either way.
Takes a deep breath and exhales deeply.)
I know.
Enough.
Off I go to change the world
Or
Let the world change me.
(She exits the door with her suitcase.)
Audio Recording
Robyn: Nkeki Obi-Melekwe
Directed by: Chris Campbell
Sound Designer: Mac Miller