A note.

Greetings,
I’ve written a play, which I am currently adapting into a novel. I will be illustrating it myself. I am looking for a publisher. If you can help, please contact me.
Thank you,
Kat Smith

P.S. I may end up writing a book about how this novel came about. I doubt you would believe me if I did.

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The Faithless Pianist, by Kat Smith.

Okay, so I just finished the final draft for an assignment, so I thought I’d Post the entire final draft here for anyone who wants to read it. As usual do not copy my work without my express written permission, or I will hunt you down and sue the $#!+ Out of you. Enjoy! P.S. sorry for the lack of spacing between the lines. WordPress won’t let me properly format my play for some reason.

The Faithless Pianist

By Kat Smith


Act One


Two men walk into a church late at night, one is a priest, the other is thin ragged and bruised. The
two men are arguing.
Father David: (Yelling.) “Well, if you won’t tell me what happened then I can not help you!”
Daniel: (Yelling.) “You can’t help me, I am quite beyond your help or anyone’s help, for that matter!”
Father David: (Quietly.) “No one is beyond God’s help.”
Daniel: (Yelling.) “God! If there is a God he does not hear me, or he does not care! Maybe there is no
God!”
Father David: (Quietly.) “I know you don’t mean that.”
Daniel: (Yelling.) “But I do! How could god let this all happen? How could I feel so alone if God is with
me?”
Father David: (Quietly.) “Sit down and talk to me.” (Gestures to an empty pew.)
Daniel: (Turns around and goes into a confessional booth.)Father David: (Sighs loudly and goes into the confessional booth.)
Daniel: (Exasperated.) “Bless me father for I have sinned. It has been three months since my last
confession. I have lost my faith in God, or rather I have lost all faith in a merciful God for if he exists he
must not care about what happens to me.”
Father David: (Frustrated.) “Tell me how this came about my child.”
Daniel: (Resigned.) “I first began to feel this way when I was twenty-two. I fell on icy steps outside my
dorm room and broke my right forearm and several ribs in the night of what was supposed to be my big
break. I was supposed to preform my first major concert on Christmas eve. But I never made it there,
instead I spent the night n the emergency room. I blamed myself for not being more careful. I thought
that maybe there was something I could have done. Later that night when my parents showed up at the
hospital, they met my boyfriend Steven in the waiting room. They didn’t know I was gay before that
night. They disowned me before I was discharged from the hospital. I haven’t spoken to either of them
since that night. Later that winter Steven was in a car accident. He didn’t make it. I tried to move on I
suppose. I stayed in our dorm until school ended, then I got a little black lab puppy from the shelter, I
named him Trevor. Well, Trevor ran away and when I found him he was staying with this little girl. I just
couldn’t bear to hurt this little kid, so I left him with her. I’ve been alone since then. I had been playing
for tips in a little dive bar, until about three months ago. I went in to set up and found the fire
department putting out what was left of the building. After that I couldn’t seem to find another job so, I
got evicted from my apartment for not paying the rent. That was about two months ago. I haven’t been
coming here for about three months now. I’ve been sleeping under an overpass. Then tonight you found
me somehow and drug me in here.”
Father David: (Serious.) God father of mercies, through the death and resurrection of his son has
reconciled the world to himself and sent the holy spirit among us for the forgiveness of sins; through the
Ministry of the church may God give you pardon and peace and absolve you from your sins in the name
of the father and of the son and of the holy spirit, Amen.”
Daniel: (Suddenly anxious.) “Amen!”
Father David: (Authoritative.) “Now! As for your current problem, you can stay here, I’ll talk to the
others, it won’t be much but it’s a place to sleep and I can bring you food.”Daniel: (Confused.) “Why would you do that?”
Father David: (As though he were explaining something to a small child.) “Because it is the right thing to
do, because I am a priest, because we are friends and because I have known you since second grade!”
Daniel: (Angry.) “I’m not a charity case!”
Father David: (Frustrated.) “Fine! Then work it off! We need a pianist for the Christmas season anyway.”
Daniel: (Stubborn.) “Fine!”
Father David: (Smug.) “Good! Now then, There’s and empty storage closet you can stay in for now and
I’ll get you a pillow and blanket from the youth ministry room.”
~ Act Two ~
A darkened church, the only light is the yellow flickering from the candles near the altar. It is the
night before Christmas eve. The night before the Christmas concert. Daniel sits at the piano rehearsing
alone in the dark. Music fills the air as he plays Anno Domine. Suddenly A figure appears leaning over
the piano.
Daniel: (Looks up at the figure and stops playing, nearly falls off the bench in shock, quietly as though in
disbelief.) “Steven!”
Steven: (Softly) “Hi, Danny.”
Daniel: (Shocked.) “H, h, how are you here?”
Steven: (Amused.) “Oh, I am just trying to figure out why you are here.”Daniel: (Confused.) “Why I am here? You are trying to figure out why I am here? You are dead! You
Died!”
Steven: (Laughing.) “Why are you stating the obvious Danny?”
Daniel: (Confused.) “You are dead. Why are you here? How are you here?”
Steven: (Frustrated.) “I am dead, yes. You however are not. Not yet anyway. You are not living. So, here
you are, surviving only because someone else would not let you die. I am here because you have lost
your way.”
Daniel: (Sadly.) “I, I want to join you Steve.”
Steven: (Angry.) “No. Absolutely not. Not yet. It is not your time yet Danny.”
Daniel: (Upset.) “What? Why not? Why can I not come with you? Why are you here if not to take me
with you?”
Steven: (Frustrated.) “I just told you! You have lost your way! You stopped living, you act as though you
are under a death sentence, it is as though you have given up!”
Daniel: (Angry.) “I have given up! I lost my dream and then I lost you! I have nothing left! There is no
point! (Softer) There is no point.”
Steven: (Sadly.) “There is always a point. Everything happens for a reason. Danny you must know that by
now!”
Daniel: (Confused.) “How can you say that? You died, I lost you! There was no reason for it! It was a car
accident for God’s sake! An accident! There is no greater meaning there!”Steven: (Softly.) “No Danny, there is a reason for everything. That night I didn’t drive into the light pole
just because the road was icy. There was a girl in the road. She was running across the street holding a
baby. I swerved and skidded on the ice and hit the pole to avoid hitting her and the baby. I ended up
sacrificing my life to save two more.”
Daniel: (Stunned.) “You died saving a woman and a baby?” (Confused.) “But I never heard anything
about them.” (Angry.) “She just kept running and left you to die?”
Steven: (Softly.) “No Danny, she was taking the baby to the hospital. Her car went off of a bridge earlier
that night and the baby could barley breath. The next day she died of her injuries, but the child
survived.”
Daniel: (Astonished.) “So, you both died to save a baby.”
Steven: (Smiling.) “Yes Danny, and that little baby girl is still alive today because of what happened that
night.”
Daniel: (Looking down at the keys.) “But why is this child so important?” (Long pause. Looks up from the
keys.) “Steve?” (Looking around panicked.) “Steven?!” (Gets up and looks around.) “Steven?!”
Daniel’s mother: (Softly standing in front of the piano.) “He is gone Danny.”
Daniel: (Turns around, shocked.) “Mother?!”
Daniel’s mother: (Smiling and nodding.) “I am here Danny.”
Daniel: (Confused.) “No, no, this is not possible! I must be losing my mind! You are not dead! You are not
speaking to me! You disowned me along with dad! Oh, God, I’m Hallucinating!” (Grabs his head.)
Daniel’s mother: (Sadly.) “Danny, I had a stoke last year and died. I did not disown you, that was all your
father and you are not crazy… (Looks him up and down.) Well, you are not hallucinating at least.”Daniel: (Confused.) “What? What are you- What?!”
Daniel’s mother: (Laughing.) “Oh Danny, I just wanted to tell you that I always loved you and whether
you know it or not I have always tried to take care of you.”
Daniel: (Shaking his head.) “Nothing about this night has made any sense!”
Daniel’s mother: (softly.) “Do not worry Danny, by dawn everything will make sense.”
Daniel: (Sitting back down at the piano, sadly.) “Mother, Steven said It is not my time. So, then what is to
happen tonight?” (Looks up and gasps in shock.)
Woman in red: (Sitting on the piano in a red dress with her arms crossed, Sternly.) “Tonight, you learn
about the consequences of your actions.”
Daniel: (Surprised.) “Who are you?”
Woman in red: (Scoffs, annoyed.) “You do not even remember me, do you?”
Daniel: (Confused.) “I am sorry, but I do to know who you are.”
Women in red: (Making up her mind.) “Okay, do you remember last year when a woman in a red dress
asked you for directions? She was lost in a city she had never been too and could not find her way to her
sister’s wedding. You were walking somewhere, and she asked you for help. Remember that?”
Daniel: (Thinking back.) “Yes… I remember I was running late for work and I was rude. But why are you
here?”
Woman in red: (Bitter.) “You said ‘Hell if I know! Go buy a map!’ and just walked off. Well guess what I
walked up an alley to try and find a store to do just that or at least someone more helpful then you, and
I got jumped by six guys. I was raped and murdered. I never made it to my sister’s wedding. I Died! All
because you couldn’t be bothered to help me.”Daniel: (Horrified.) “No, no this cannot be!”
Woman in red: (Sadly.) “Oh, but it is.” (Jumps off the piano and walks down the hall.)
Daniel: (Stands up and takes a few steps in the direction she went, panicked.) “Wait! Come back! I am
sorry!”
Death: (A black cloaked figure with large black wings a top hat, and a scull for a face carrying a Scythe
sits down on the piano bench, casually) “Have a seat, play with me.”
Daniel: (Quickly turns around and then takes a step back and gasps, terrified.) “My God! You, You, are
you really, are you?”
Death: (Cutting Daniel off, bored.) “Death? Obviously. Any more stupid questions?”
Daniel: (Stunned.) “What?”
Death: (Sighs, bored.) “Yes, like that. ‘What? Are you Death? Have you come for my soul? Can I make a
deal? Why now? Am I dreaming? Is this a nightmare?’ It goes on and on and on! So, what will yours be?”
Daniel: (Shocked.) “Um, well Steven said it is not my time and my mother said I will understand by dawn,
so… Why are you here?”
Death: (Impressed.) “Not bad kid, not bad. I am here because you invited me.”
Daniel: (Confused.) “What? I, I, How?”
Death: (Bored, tapping the keys one by one.) “You wanted to die, you tried to let yourself die, you let
someone else die, you just found out your mother died, you saw your dead boyfriend, and found out
you’re almost a murderer. I figure right about now you will be throwing yourself at me. (Tips his hat.)Daniel: (Shaking his head.) “I am not suicidal.”
Death: (Laughing.) “Oh really? Since when? Last week you were dying in a ditch! A few moments ago,
you were begging Steven to take you with him! But, now that I am here you do not want to die? Why
not?”
Daniel: (Stunned.) “What?”
Death: (Bored and back to tapping keys.) “Why do you suddenly want to live so badly?”
Daniel: (Thinking.) “I want to make it to dawn to find out what I am supposed to understand, and I want
to play this piano (Touches piano.) Tomorrow night.”
Death: (Nods and gets up, walks up to Daniel, Puts his hands-on Daniels shoulders.) “Then start acting
like it!” (Shoves Daniel to the ground.)
Daniel: (Looks up, gasps and stared in wonder.)
Angel: “Take my hand.”
Daniel: (Takes the angels hand.)
Angel: (Helps Daniel up.) “Have faith Daniel.”
Daniel: (Blinded by a bright flash of light, covers his eyes. Runs his hands thought his hair, shakes his
head and turns around to go back to the piano and stops short, cautiously) “And who might you be?”
Fate: (Sitting on the piano bench turning the pages, turns around and smiles holding out her hand.) “I’m
Fate.”Daniel: (Shakes her hand, cautiously.) “Hi, so what is it you are here to tell me?”
Fate: (Laughs.) “Ah you finally figured out how this works then? Why you have so many visitors
tonight?”
Daniel: (Nodding.) “It is the anniversary of when I fell and once again the night before a show and you all
seem to be here to help me understand something, which must mean it is something terribly
important.”
Fate: (Laughs again, nodding.) “Yes, and what have you learned so far?”
Daniel: (Thinking.) “Everything happens for a reason. My actions have consequences beyond my
understanding. I am supposed to have faith.”
Fate: (Clapping.) “Very good!”
Daniel: (looking her up and down.) “So then why are you here?”
Fate: (Laughing.) “Daniel, I am always here.”
Daniel: (Nodding.) “Right.”
Wisdom: (Walking in from the hall.) “Fate is there not an earthquake you are meant to be at right this
very moment?”
Fate: (Turning to face Wisdom.) “Oh yes, I must be off. Oh, Daniel this is wisdom.” (Runs down the hall.)
Daniel: (Sighs.) “It has been a very long night.”
Wisdom: (Walking over to him.) “This night is not yet over.”Daniel: (Tired.) “I realize that.”
Wisdom: (Nodding.) “So, tell me son, what will you do when this night is gone?”
Daniel: (Takes a deep breath.) “I am going to perform the concert and thank Father David for all of his
help. Then I am going to find a new job and get back on my feet and get a house and move on. I am also
going to find out about my mother and that little girl.”
Wisdom: (Smiling.) “It is as you have said.” (Pat’s Daniel on the shoulder and walks back down the hall.)
Daniel: (Sits down at the piano and reads the title of the song fate turned the page to.) “Gloria in excelsis
dayo.” (Sunlight comes through a window and hits the page. Daniel turns around and looks towards the
window.)
Act three
The church, Christmas eve morning. Decorated for Christmas. A crowd sits staring at a piano.
Daniel walks out wearing a suit and bows as the crowd applauds. He takes a seat at the piano.
Daniel: (Goes on to play Gloria in excelsis dayo, we three kings, the first Noel, away in a manger, silver
bells, silent night, jingle bells, and we wish you a merry Christmas. Finally he stands up and bows, to a
standing ovation. He starts to pass father David on his way off the stage, until father David stops him by
grabbing his arm.)
Father David: (Smiling.) Hang around, I have a surprise or too planned for you.
Daniel: (suspiciously.) Okay… (Shrugs.)
Father David gives a sermon about the spirit of Christmas, the first Christmas and the reason for the
season. The choir takes the stage. They sing O little town of Bethlehem. After the show Daniel is loitering
by a table filled with cookies, when father David suddenly walks up to him carrying a puppy.
Father David: (Smiling.) Merry Christmas Daniel! (Hands him the puppy.)
Daniel: (Drops his cookie in his hurry to take the puppy.) You bought me a puppy? (Happy but confused.)
Father David: (Laughing.) Well, to be exact I bought you one of Trevor’s puppies.
Daniel: (Stunned.) Trevor? But- how?
Father David: I found the girl to whom you gave Trevor, and as it happens he had recently had puppies
with her best friend’s dog.Daniel: (stammering.) Thank you! Thank you so much!
Father David: (beaming.) I am not done yet Danny boy!
Daniel: (Jaw drops and raises eyebrows.)
Father David: ( motion for someone to come over from the crowd.)
Two come over to Father David and Daniel smiling.
Father David: (Smiling.) Daniel, this is Erik and Alexi. Gentleman, this is the pianist I was talking to you
about. By the way Daniel, you will need to name him. Excuse me gentleman. (Walks away.)
Alexi: (smiling and blushing slightly.) Hello, I am Alexi, oh, and this is my business partner Erik. We run a
music production company, and Father David called in a favor, to have us come and listen to you play,
that is.
Erik: (Smiling.) Yes, and we rather enjoyed your performance today. Do you, by any chance, compose as
well?
Daniel: (In shock.) Y-yes, I do! Thank you, very much!
Alexi: (Excited.) Excellent! You will be perfect! We would like to offer you a contract immediately!
Erik: (Playfully.) Well, what? Are you not even going to consult me on this one? (Laughs.)
Alexi: (Smiling shyly.) I will take him on solo if I have to.
Erik: (Under his breath.) You mean if you get half a chance.
Alexi: (Talking over Erik.) As a matter of fact I would very much like to take point on this one!
Daniel: (Overwhelmed.) Wow! Yes! Of course! (Smiles directly at Alexi.)
Father David: (Smug, walking back over to them.) How is everything going gentlemen?
Erik: Wonderful! Here is our card for Daniel, since he seems to have his hands full at the moment. Call us
and set up a time to come in and sign a contract, and we will be in business.
Daniel: Thank you! I’ll call the day after Christmas!
Erik and Alexi turn to go, then Alexi comes back.
Alexi: (Nervously.) Daniel, do you have any plans for Christmas?
Daniel: (Embarrassed.) Uh, not as such, no. Not unless there’s something else the good father has
planned, that is. (Raises his eyebrows at Father David.)
Father David: (Shakes his head and laughs.)
Alexi: (Shyly.) In that case, would you be interested in having Christmas dinner with me? Just the two of
us? And your new, little friend of course.
Daniel: (Blushing, smiling.) I would love to.Alexi: (Motioning to the business card in Father David’s hand.)
May I?
Father David: Of course!
Alexi: (Writing on the business card with a fountain pen he pulled from his jacket pocket.) This is my
phone number and address. I will see you there. (Smiles and hands the card back, them walks away.)
Father David and Daniel look at each other.
Father David: (Laughs.)
A living room decorated for Christmas. A little girl sitting on a sofa between Daniel and Alexi.
Daniel: And that’s how your daddies met, Carina.
Carina: (Confused.) But how did you get me?
Alexi and Daniel look at each other.
Alexi: you remember the baby they saved?
Carina: (Nodding.) uh huh.
Daniel: that’s you.
Alexi: after we got married, we came and found you.
Carina: Wow!
Alexi: Right, now, time for bed
Carina: (Upset.) But, but, but daddy!
Alexi: Daniel has a big concert tomorrow!
Carina: But he had one last week!
Daniel: Now luv.
Carina: Okay, okay. (Leaves the room.)
Daniel and Alexi watch her go, then kiss.
The end.

Comments and reviews are always appreciated!😸 Untill next time…

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Coffee cup

Small, smooth glass, just a tall ceramic bowl with a handle, designed to hold one drink, serve one purpose for it’s entire existence. Made, bought, sold, used and ignored. No one ever really notices it. No one really appreciates it. It may sit and gather dust, or smash to pieces on the floor. It might get scratched and chipped in the sink, or strained dark brown inside. Perhaps one day it will be retired, filled with pencils or put on a shelf.

Caution, I’m hot! I hold what you crave. You can’t start your morning without me. You never really see me. You wrap your hands around me, kiss me with your lips. You bathe me every day. You bought me. I greet you every morning. I sleep in your kitchen. Yu barley notice I’m here.

How important do you think coffee cups are? Probably not very. For all the culture around coffee, and all the people who claim they can’t live without it, you really never hear much about coffee cups. Yet, just try starting your morning without one. Chances are you have a cabinet full of them. You might have one on your desk, in your car, or in your sink right now.

But have you ever really thought about it? Thought about where it comes from, how you got it? Have you ever tried to see things from the cups perspective? Have you tried to spend a day without one? So, how important do you think coffee cup are now?

Coffee cups are no so different from other cups, just thicker and generally used in the morning. Most have an ergonomic handle on one side. Some have pictures or words on them. They come in different shapes, colors, and sizes. They hold hot drinks most of the time, but sometimes they hold cold drinks or pencils and pens, or even dice. Some just sit collecting dust, others hold paper clips.

Imagine if you were designed to hold one thing every morning for your entire life. If that was your sole purpose. To be used as a vessel for something else. If every day you were filled with burning liquid, hot coffee, that was slowly emptied as it cooled, then put into a machine which bombarded you with water, soap, and water again, then hot air. What if you were placed in a dark box on the wall untill you would be filled up again the next day?

People are creatures of habit, and our coffee cups are no exception. We tend to choose the same cups day after day after day. When people are children they clutch toys, when they grow up they clutch coffee cups.

Do not copy without my written permission. If you do you, I will find you, and I will sue you. Until next time…

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A fork in the road.

So, I can o one of two ways with this blog. I can keep posting whatever happens to come into my mind (which is what this blog was meant for) or I can also start posting some of my fictive writing on it as well. I figured no one would ever read this blog. And side from a small burst of views on my first two posts, (15 in all) no one has. So, being that this blog is space to do whatever I happen to feel like doing, I think I’ll post some of my other writing. (As usual, if you copy my work in any way without my permission will hunt out down and sue the $#!+ Out of you.) iIf anyone bothers to read my play, of check back on it. I will still be posting the ending as well. Until next time…

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Happy Christmas.

So, if you hadn’t already guessed I schedule some of my posts ahead of time. Who writes a blog post at 6 am on Christmas morning, or any morning? (What was that song? “6 am Christmas morning, no shadows, no reflections here”…) My post on the 19th was also scheduled. But more to the point, I wanted to give you (whoever you may be) a present. So, here’s a play I wrote that only one of my college professors has ever seen. (I write this dubious that anyone will ever actually read it, though writing as though for fans, that likely wouldn’t care if they did read it.) I know my copy right is on my blog, but I’m just gonna say this anyway. If anyone copies my work in any way I’m gonna sue the shit out of them. (I’m deadly serious here.) Oh, by all means, repost me, share a link. Just don’t claim you wrote it. Obvious, right? Okay, so bleak warnings aside… Happy Christmas and enjoy!



“The Faithless Pianist”


By Kat Smith


~ Act One ~


Two men walk into a church late at night, one is a priest, the other is thin ragged and bruised. The two men are arguing.

Father David: (Yelling.) “Well, if you won’t tell me what happened then I can’t help you!”

Daniel: (Yelling.) “You can’t help me, I am quite beyond your help or anyone’s help!”

Father David: (Quietly.) “No one is beyond God’s help.”

Daniel: (Yelling.) “God! If there is a God he does not hear me, or he does not care! Maybe there is no God!”

Father David: (Quietly.) “I know you don’t mean that.”

Daniel: (Yelling.) “But I do! How could god let this all happen? How could I feel so alone if God is with me?”

Father David: (Quietly.) “Sit down and talk to me.” (Gestures to an empty pew.)

Daniel: (Turns around and goes into a confessional booth.)

Father David: (Sighs loudly and goes into the confessional booth.)

Daniel: (Exasperated.) “Bless me father for I have sinned. It has been three months since my last confession. I have lost my faith in God, or rather I have lost all faith in a merciful God for if he exists he must not care about what happens to me.”

Father David: (Frustrated.) “Tell me how this came about my child.”

Daniel: (Resigned.) “I first began to feel this way when I was twenty-two. I fell on icy steps outside my dorm room and broke my right forearm and several ribs in the night of what was supposed to be my big break. I was supposed to preform my first major concert on Christmas eve. But I never made it there, instead I spent the night in the emergency room. I blamed myself for not being more careful. I thought that maybe there was something I could have done. Later that night when my parents showed up at the hospital, they met my boyfriend Steven in the waiting room. They didn’t know I was gay before that night. They disowned me before I was discharged from the hospital. I haven’t spoken to either of them since that night. Later that winter Steven was in a car accident. He didn’t make it. I tried to move on I suppose. I stayed in our dorm until school ended, then I got a little black lab puppy from the shelter, I named him Trevor. Well, Trevor ran away and when I found him he was staying with this little girl. I just couldn’t bear to hurt this little kid, so I left him with her. I’ve been alone since then. I had been playing for tips in a little dive bar, until about three months ago. I went in to set up and found the fire department putting out what was left of the building. After that I couldn’t seem to find another job so, I got evicted from my apartment for not paying the rent. That was about two months ago. I haven’t been coming here for about three months now. I’ve been sleeping under an overpass. Then tonight you found me somehow and drug me in here.”

Father David: (Serious.) God father of mercies, through the death and resurrection of his son has reconciled the world to himself and sent the holy spirit among us for the forgiveness of sins; through the Ministry if the church may God give you pardon and peace and absolve you from your sins in the name of the father and of the son and of the holy spirit, Amen.”

Daniel: (Suddenly anxious.) “Amen!”

Father David: (Authoritative.) “Now! As for your current problem, you can stay here, I’ll talk to the others, it won’t be much but it’s a place to sleep and I can bring you food.”

Daniel: (Confused.) “Why would you do that?”

Father David: (As though he were explaining something to a small child.) “Because it is the right thing to do, because I am a priest, because we are friends and because I have known you since second grade!”

Daniel: (Angry.) “I’m not a charity case!”

Father David: (Frustrated.) “Fine! Then work it off! We need a pianist for the Christmas season anyway.”

Daniel: (Stubborn.) “Fine!”

Father David: (Smug.) “Good! Now then, There’s an empty storage closet you can stay in for now and I’ll get you a pillow and blanket from the youth ministry room.”


~ Act Two ~


A darkened church, the only light is the yellow flickering from the candles near the alter. It is the night before Christmas eve. The night before the Christmas concert. Daniel sits at the piano rehearsing alone in the dark. Music fills the air as he plays Anno Domine. Suddenly A figure appears leaning over the piano.

Daniel: (Looks up at the figure and stops playing, nearly falls of the bench in shock.) (Quietly as though in disbelief.) “Steven!”

Steven: (Softly) “Hi, Danny.”

Daniel: (Shocked.) “H, h, how are you here?”

Steven: (Amused.) “Oh, I am just trying to figure out why you are here.”

Daniel: (Confused.) “Why I am here? You are trying to figure out why I am here? You are dead! You Died!”

Steven: (Laughing.) “Why are you stating the obvious Danny?”

Daniel: (Confused.) “You are dead. Why are you here? How are you here?”

Steven: (Frustrated.) “I am dead, yes. You however are not. Not yet anyway. You are not living. So, here you are, surviving only because someone else would not let you die. I am here because you have lost your way.”

Daniel: (Sadly.) “I, I want to join you Steve.”

Steven: (Angry.) “No. Absolutely not. Not yet. It is not your time yet Danny.”

Daniel: (Upset.) “What? Why not? Why can I not come with you? Why are you here if not to take me with you?”

Steven: (Frustrated.) “I just told you! You have lost your way! You stopped living, you act as though you are under a death sentence, it is as though you have given up!”

Daniel: (Angry.) “I have given up! I lost my dream and then I lost you! I have nothing left! There is no point! (Softer) There is not point.”

Steven: (Sadly.) “There is always a point. Everything happens for a reason. Danny you must know that by now!”

Daniel: (Confused.) “How can you say that? You died, I lost you! There was no reason for it! It was a car accident for God’s sake! An accident! There is no greater meaning there!”

Steven: (Softly.) “No Danny, there is a reason for everything. That night I didn’t drive into the light pole just because the road was icy. There was a girl in the road. She was running across the street holding a baby. I swerved and skidded on the ice and hit the pole to avoid hitting her and the baby. I ended up sacrificing my life to save two more.”

Daniel: (Stunned.) “You died saving a woman and a baby?” (Confused.) “But I never heard anything about them.” (Angry.) “She just kept running and left you to die?”

Steven: (Softly.) “No Danny, she was taking the baby to the hospital. Her car went off of a bridge earlier that night and the baby could barley breath. The next day she died of her injuries, but the child survived.”

Daniel: (Astonished.) “So, you both died to save a baby.”

Steven: (Smiling.) “Yes Danny, and that little baby girl is still alive today because of what happened that night.”

Daniel: (Looking down at the keys.) “But why is this child so important?” (Long pause. Looks up from the keys.) “Steve?” (Looking around panicked.) “Steven?!” (Gets up and looks around.) “Steven?!”

Daniel’s mother: (Softly standing in front of the piano.) “He is gone Danny.”

Daniel: (Turns around, shocked.) “Mother?!”

Daniel’s mother: (Smiling and nodding.) “I am here Danny.”

Daniel: (Confused.) “No, no, this is not possible! I must be losing my mind! You are not dead! You are not speaking to me! You disowned me along with dad! Oh, God, I’m Hallucinating!” (Grabs his head.)

Daniel’s mother: (Sadly.) “Danny, I had a stoke last year and died. I did not disown you, that was all your father and you are not crazy… (Looks him up and down.) Well, you are not hallucinating at least.”

Daniel: (Confused.) “What? What are you- What?!”

Daniel’s mother: (Laughing.) “Oh Danny, I just wanted to tell you that I always loved you and whether you know it or not I have always tried to take care of you.”

Daniel: (Shaking his head.) “Nothing about this night has made any since!”

Daniel’s mother: (softly.) “Do not worry Danny, by dawn everything will make since.”

Daniel: (Sitting back down at the piano, sadly.) “Mother, Steven said It is not my time. So, then what is to happen tonight?” (Looks up and gasps in shock.)

Woman in red: (Sitting on the piano in a red dress with her arms crossed, Sternly.) “Tonight, you learn about the consequences of your actions.”

Daniel: (Surprised.) “Who are you?”

Woman in red: (Scoffs, annoyed.) “You do not even remember me, do you?”

Daniel: (Confused.) “I am sorry, but I do to know who you are.”

Women in red: (Making up her mind.) “Okay, do you remember last year when a woman in a red dress asked you for directions? She was lost in a city she had never been too and could not find her way to her sister’s wedding. You were walking somewhere, and she asked you for help. Remember that?”

Daniel: (Thinking back.) “Yes… I remember I was running late for work and I was rude. But why are you here?”

Woman in red: (Bitter.) “You said ‘Hell if I know! Go buy a map!’ and just walked off. Well guess what, I walked up an alley to try and find a store to do just that or at least someone more helpful then you, and I got jumped by six guys. I was raped and murdered. I never made it to my sister’s wedding. I Died! All because you couldn’t be bothered to help me.”

Daniel: (Horrified.) “No, no, this cannot be!”

Woman in red: (Sadly.) “Oh, but it is.” (Jumps off the piano and walks down the hall.)

Daniel: (Stands up and takes a few steps in the direction she went, panicked.) “Wait! Come back! I am sorry!”

Death: (A black cloaked figure with large black wings a top hat, and a scull for a face carrying a Scythe sits down on the piano bench, casually) “Have a seat, play with me.”

Daniel: (Quickly turns around and then takes a step back and gasps, terrified.) “My God! You, You, are you really, are you?”

Death: (Cutting Daniel off, bored.) “Death? Obviously. Any more stupid questions?”

Daniel: (Stunned.) “What?”

Death: (Sighs, bored.) “Yes, like that. ‘What? Are you Death? Have you come for my soul? Can I make a deal? Why now? Am I dreaming? Is this a nightmare?’ It goes on and on and on! So, what will yours be?”

Daniel: (Shocked.) “Um, well Steven said it is not my time and my mother said I will understand by dawn, so… Why are you here?”

Death: (Impressed.) “Not bad kid, not bad. I am here because you invited me.”

Daniel: (Confused.) “What? I, I, How?”

Death: (Bored, tapping the keys one by one.) “You wanted to die, you tried to let yourself die, you let someone else die, you just found out your mother died, you saw your dead boyfriend, and found out you’re almost a murder. I figure right about now you will be throwing yourself at me. (Tips his hat.)

Daniel: (Shaking his head.) “I am not suicidal.”

Death: (Laughing.) “Oh really? Since when? Last week you were dying in a ditch! A few moments ago, you were begging Steven to take you with him! But, now that I am here you do not want to die? Why not?”

Daniel: (Stunned.) “What?”

Death: (Bored and back to tapping keys.) “Why do you suddenly want to live so badly?”

Daniel: (Thinking.) “I want to make it to dawn to find out what I am supposed to understand, and I want to play this piano (Touches piano.) Tomorrow night.”

Death: (Nods and gets up, walks up to Daniel, Puts his hands-on Daniels shoulders.) “Then start acting like it!” (Shoves Daniel to the ground.)

Daniel: (Looks up, gasps and stared in wonder.)

Angel: “Take my hand.”

Daniel: (Takes the angels hand.)

Angel: (Helps Daniel up.) “Have faith Daniel.”

Daniel: (Blinded by a bright flash of light, covers his eyes. Runs his hands thought his hair, shakes his head and turns around to go back to the piano and stops short, cautiously) “And who might you be?”

Fate: (Sitting on the piano bench turning the pages, turns around and smiles holding out her hand.) “I’m Fate.”

Daniel: (Shakes her hand, cautiously.) “Hi, so, what is it you are here to tell me?”

Fate: (Laughs.) “Ah, you finally figured out how this works then? Why you have so many visitors tonight?”

Daniel: (Nodding.) “It is the anniversary of when I fell and once again the night before a show and you all seem to be here to help me understand something, which must mean it is something terribly important.”

Fate: (Laughs again, nodding.) “Yes, and what have you learned so far?”

Daniel: (Thinking.) “Everything happens for a reason. My actions have consequences beyond my understanding. I am supposed to have faith.”

Fate: (Clapping.) “Very good!”

Daniel: (looking her up and down.) “So then why are you here?”

Fate: (Laughing.) “Daniel, I am always here.”

Daniel: (Nodding.) “Right.”

Wisdom: (Walking in from the hall.) “Fate is there not an earthquake you are meant to be at right this very moment?”

Fate: (Turning to face Wisdom.) “Oh yes, I must be off. Oh, Daniel this is wisdom.” (Runs down the hall.)

Daniel: (Sighs.) “It has been a very long night.”

Wisdom: (Walking over to him.) “This night is not yet over.”

Daniel: (Tired.) “I realize that.”

Wisdom: (Nodding.) “So, tell me son, what will you do when this night is gone?”

Daniel: (Takes a deep breath.) “I am going to perform the concert and thank Father David for all of his help. Then I am going to find a new job and get back on my feet and get a house and move on. I am also going to find out about my mother and that little girl.”

Wisdom: (Smiling.) “It is as you have said.” (Pat’s Daniel on the shoulder and walks back down the hall.)

Daniel: (Sits down at the piano and reads the title of the song fate turned the page to.) “Gloria in excelsis dayo.” (Sunlight comes through a window and hits the page. Daniel turns around and looks towards the window.)

Act three:

Here it would seem drop box dropped my file. So, I should get on my laptop and fix this before it posts. If not, I do a follow up post with the conclusion. Don’t worry I wrote the ending long ago. Just a little glitch here. Untill next time…

#christmas #pianist #play #playwrite #threeactplay #faithless #musocoan #death #fate

The start of something new.

This is my first self reflection journal entry. I bought a journal with a lock, only to post my first entry online.

To begin with, where do I turn, Everytime something goes wrong? Everytime things don’t go my way, or I feel lost or let down? The same place I always turn. The same place I’ve gone since I was nine. The place I feel safe, like I belong. Which isn’t a place at all really, it’s more of a state of mind I guess. But it is, it’s a world into its self, whole and complete. It’s a world of fiction, yes. But sometimes it feels like it’s more my home than anywhere else in the world.

This is supposed to be about self reflection, so, I should ask myself why home is a fictional world, or why this world at least. It’s just like me to skip an introduction entry and go straight to one of the biggest things I could write on though, isn’t it? possibly the things, more then any other thing, that made me who I am…

Well, let’s see… It all started with a movie. Not the fist Vampire film I’d ever seen by any stretch, and certainly not the last. But something about the chapters caught my attention. I don’t know what it was. Then, once I was actually interested, once I sat down to watch it, I quickly developed a terrible crush on the lead actor. Up to that point my interests were limited to a kid not much older then I was, a member of a boy band (which brings up another puzzling issues I’ll touch on in another entry.) , and a punk on a TV show (the first vampire I had a crush on.) . But, there’s nothing special there. It would have ended there if not for a series of strange and seemingly unrelated events.

Event one: My mother was reading the first three books in the series the movie came from. I don’t remember if she bought them or if my aunt brought them to her. But, sometimes she would mention what was happening in them. At the time event after watching the movie and hearing about the books, they were not something I would have read on my own.

Event two: The car accident. Long story short, I almost died. I couldn’t walk around for several reasons (bowl injuries, broken leg, broken arm…) so there wasn’t much to do. I sketched, did my homework, watched TV, read every book I had ever wanted to and then some, and listened to music a lot.

Event three: The ice storm. One winter before I was fully recovered, a winter storm hit that knocked out the power for what seemed like forever. We lived by candle light. The trees crashing outside sounded like explosions, and there was the concern that the trees took down the power lines frightfully close to the propane tank, which could have caused the entire house to explode. So, no more tv. Couldn’t get out, so the occupational therapist couldn’t bring more homework. I picked up a book. The next thing I knew I was reading round the clock, I couldn’t put it down. The same with the next two books. I already felt like I knew the characters. By the end of that winter I had all three memorized. The smell of the worn pages quickly became my favorite scent.

Event four: My aunt brought a box of random books for my mother. Inside was the seventh book. Which was also the tie in for a second series by the same author. It was around this time I started writing.

Event five: while everyone else was planning a second or thrid trip to a hospital some hours away to save me, I was watching the local news. There was a story about a guy who had killed himself and his girlfriend. The news reporter was talking about the alternative social media sites he was on which had a “in the news” page listing all its members who had made it into the news for things like murder. I couldn’t stop thinking about it. (What this says about me I’m not certain I wish to know.) Who would do that? What kind of a place would act like they were celebrities? Where there more people like this? What made him do it? I wondered things like this the whole drive there. Then when we got to where we were staying there was a room filled with open use computers. (At this time I did not have a laptop and smartphones where not Really around yet. It somewhere between dial up internet, pagers being outdated and flip phones being new and cool.) By this time I already frequented the fan site for the movie this all began with, as well as the actors fan site on a desktop computer at home. So, after going to those sites I searched the name from the news. Instead of a virtual den of killers and psychopaths I found a platform full of people who loved these vampires as much as I did. I wasn’t old enough yet to join and I didn’t have my own computer.

Event six: after a house fire we were staying in a hotel. We left the TV on Syfy channel when we went out to get food at a favorite pizza and Italian place. I walked back into the room only to see a different actor playing one of my beloved vampires. In truth, the movie I loved was a botched version of book three. But, this was book one, brought to life in vivid and stunning detail. I remember coming in partway through the movie and eating lasagna on a hotel bed watching it. I remember everything, how it tasted, what the room smelled like, everything. So, there was another movie. Older then the first.

Event seven: After talking on the phone several times, my estranged father sent me a box for my birthday. He sent things for my birthday sometimes. Though this was apparently the work of his new wife, who was also a fan of the books, as well as a twimom. She tried too hard to relate to me and to be honest I wasn’t that happy with him in the first place. I didn’t know what was coming. When the box arrived it was large enough for me to curl up inside. I was sixteen. Inside was every book in the series as well as the entire spin off series and the series it had been tied in with and a few stand alone books. All together there were more then thirty used books, all by the same author. We got along better for a couple years after that. (As it turns out, his new wife got the books as a “lot of vampire books” off of eBay.)

Event eight: a few years later I was in college, doing assignments that had me emailing artists and authors I looked up to, who never bothered to respond, except one. For about a year my Evey question was answered. During this time I joined the alternative social media platform and became the owner of every fan page dedicated to her and her work. I also read Evey piece of literature she mentioned and listened to all the classical music she mentioned. To say I’m a dedicated fan would be an understatement.

Along the way I developed something of an obsession with the place the first book was set. I started listing to the soundtrack and score of the third book movie alll the time, as a result I started playing the violin like one of the characters. But as a direct result of this series, I started writing, I learned to code on the alternative social media site, I stared playing the violin, my favorite color changed, how I dress changed, where I want to live changed, my reading level advanced, I began to talk differently… In a way I became one of her characters. Naturally this led to multiple other series filled with vampires and the like, yet nothing ever replaced it.

So, why did I relate so strongly to these vampires on the first place? Well, near as I can figure. I was dying, literally dying, and I was only nine, and they were immortal. In the first book there is an immortal child. Also, when I was little I had lot of older books and toys from yard sales, antiques. For example I found in college classes that the stories and nursery rhymes I loved, my favorites, where the same one my sixty eight year old English teacher grew up with. I recently found out that my favorite book of poems and stories from when I was very young is actually a hard bound copy of a children’s magazine from the eighteen hundreds. So, I related to them, and I needed what they had.

There’s also the very odd matter of timing. Everytime I had something really bad happen, there they were. My grandmother died and everything was a mess, the movie was there. The power was out, the world was crashing down and the house might blow up, the books were there. I was in the hospital there were other fans. My grand father died, there was the soundtrack. My home burned down, there was another movie. We were moving to the other side of the county and my father got remarried and suddenly wanted to talk to me for for the first time ever, there were more books. I was a new college student, the author responded to my fan mail. I was homeless for a while, she stared writing more books in the series. Recently, I had a Cancer scare, found out that I have celiac, and my mom has a surgery coming up, just to name a few, but there’s a TV series based on the books in the works, and new series with two new books to read so far.

So, this is my security blanket. A realm of monsters that prey on those who harm the innocent. Hows that for self reflection? Untill next time…

#reflection #selfreflection #journal #journalentry #vampires #books #strange #weirdo #goth #punk

The family at the last washer.

If you think ou know what this is about, think again.

So, it’s laundry day, and like most people I’m at a laundry mat. I’ve been doing laundry for about 2 hours now, and there is one washer left that is not in use.

A family comes in, a mom and three little girls and I tell her there’s one washer still open. She calls around the corner to the day that there’s one open. I just sit here and eat my snack as I watch them start their load, (because what else is there to do?) and it occurs to me that this is probably the coolest family I’ve ever seen.

Both the parents are cover in tattoos, piercings and have gauges in their ears. The mom has her hair dyed in the purple to blue range and half of her shaved to show the tattoo on her head. Their both in mostly black, but the mom’s t-shirt has a pretty floral design on the back that says “F&@* off” (I edit to make my blog reader friendly.) The older girl is around 10 and wear a dog collar with multiple rows of studs, and the middle child is wearing a shirt the says “stay paw-sitive”. The youngest is a baby is a little pink outfit.

It occurs to me that, this is probably The closest thing I’ve ever seen to what I would be like as a parent. I’ve always worried about what others would think of how I would raise a kid. But, the question is, why? I don’t worry what people think of me. It just got me thinking is all. I suppose it helped me get past some of my hesitation, just seeing this family be themselves.

So, whoever you are. Should you happen to see this, I just wanted to say, thank you, just for being you. Until next time…

#laundry #nonfiction #laundrymat #laundromat #phantomstrangers #strangers #punk #goth #thoughts #real

The history of a book

I have trouble relating to people. No, that’s not it. I have trouble finding people I can relate to, people who share common interests. For example; I love books, especially old books. A while back I picked up an older unabridged copy of Frankenstein at my local library’s used book sale for a quarter. But here’s where I lose people. I noticed there was an old price sticker on the front. “HAAG DRUG 5/1.00 SALE PRICE” So, I started looking it up. It was a drug store in Indianapolis that was founded in the 1800s but it’s been out of business for decades. The copy right on this edition is from 1968. My point here is, for me it’s not just reading. I love reading, yes. But it’s also a connection with the past, the history of a particular book. Like when you find a note written on an old page or an old to-do list someone was using as a bookmark still in between the pages. Like, this one got me reading about a drugstore that closed before I was born. It’s a window into the past, a connection to history that you can hold. And reading that book your sharing an experience with the person who bought it all those decades ago and all its readers since. Which is why I don’t understand why most people seem to find it boring. I’ve tried to talk to people in book groups online but all they’re really looking for is a digital book club. I’m looking for something more, someone like me. Until next time…

#bookish #bibliophile #antique #history #old #vintage #bookworm #frankenstein #maryshelly #oldbook

Hello

I’m Kat, the artist and writer behind katsmitharts, Guy the Ghost, #sketchitforward, and more. This blog is a place for me to post things I want to say that don’t really fit in an Instagram post. I’m new to WordPress (like I just joined 5 minutes ago). I’m 26. I’m a working artist and writer. I’m also a mobile video game beta tester and an Instagram brand ambassador for like 4 different brands. I went to college to be an illustrator and writer. I’m currently in talks with a publisher. I have pages on Instagram, Patreon, Facebook, Redbubble, fine art America, YouTube, and Zazzle. If you’re interested just Google katsmitharts. I’ve never really blogged before,so this is new for me. Let’s see, what else? I’m a cancer. I’m bi. Good Vibes Only has kinda become my mantra recently. I’m entirely too interested in vampires. I love books. I love to travel. Oh, and I have trouble relating to people. I don’t make friends easily. I’m basically shy, and awkward. I like hiking, camping, comic books, fall… Yeah I think that’s enough about me for an introduction. Honestly I don’t expect anyone to read my blog or even really notice it’s here. I just like writing. Below is a picture of my bio. Until next time…

#hello #firstpost #katsmitharts #lifeofanartist #behindthescenes #bio #aboutme