Britpop Circus
ACT THREE, scene seven
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Scene seven
(Upstairs. It’s late at night. Blur explores the luxurious bedrooms. Liam and Noel give them a tour.)
Liam: These are our bedrooms.
Noel: Prohibited area.
Liam: You just pick the rooms that you like. We have six rooms left. Almost every room has its own bathroom. All the beds are double.
Dave, yawning: It doesn’t matter to me. I’m taking this room, and I’m going to go to sleep right now.
Rest: Goodnight!
Alex: I’m not tired at all. Hey, Gallaghers. Do you have a library here as well?
Noel: Downstairs, the second door at your right. It’s huge, I’m warning you.
Alex, walking away: I’ll check it out!
Graham: Well, that leaves us.
Damon: I want a room from where I can see the garden!
Liam: This one has a balcony as well.
Damon: Alright, I choose that one, then.
Graham: I’ll take the room next to yours.
Liam: We’re going downstairs again. Are you going to go to bed now?
Damon: Yeah, I guess.
Liam: Okay. See you in the morning.
Noel: And give us a call when you need help with anything. Just dial a 1 and you’ll be connected to the phone downstairs.
Damon: That’s alright. Thanks!
Liam: Goodnight, you guys.
(Graham and Damon carry their bags inside and make themselves at home.)
Graham: How’s your room?
Damon: It’s wonderful!
Graham: Can I come in?
Damon: Of course you can.
Graham: Wow. It’s way better than my room.
Damon: Look, we have a shared bathroom.
Graham: You really seem to like it here.
Damon: I do! I love this place!
Graham: But it’s like… you really trust these guys.
Damon: I don’t really trust them. They just seem so much nicer than I thought they would be. I’m pretty sure this isn’t going to turn out to be one of their stupid tricks.
Graham: I still don’t know what to think of Noel.
Damon: I think he wants to protect his little brother.
Graham: From us? From me? That’s why he hit me?
Damon: To be honest, I don’t have a clue either. How’s your lip, anyway?
Graham: It still hurts when I talk.
Damon, checking Graham’s lip under a lamp: It’s a bit blue…Tomorrow it’ll be yellow. And the day after, it won’t hurt anymore.
Graham: Ow!
Damon: Here, a kiss on it.
(Graham shyly reacts and kisses Damon back. Their kiss slowly turns into a real one. Damon carefully avoids hurting Graham. They close their eyes.)
Damon: Wow.
Graham: …
Damon: I just do that, expecting nothing, and then suddenly it’s Graham Coxon kissing me like we’re both eighteen and I’m his bird.
Graham, nervous: I love you, Damon.
Damon: Are you serious, Graham?
Graham: I don’t think you ever noticed.
Damon, punches himself to the head: I didn’t…the stupid idiot I am.
Graham: You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
Damon: So Liam was right.
Graham: He was.
Damon: So that’s why.
Graham: Yeah.
Damon: Whew…what can I say? Thank god for Noel Gallagher’s fist!
Graham: You’re not upset, then?
Damon, smiling: Of course not, sweetheart.
Graham, whispering: It’s just…I never thought I’d have a chance.
Damon: Kiss me one more time and say that again.
(They kiss again, and again, fall on Damon’s bed and don’t leave it until the morning comes.)
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