Prelude/Extravagance

Open (Years from now)

A man (Lover) and woman (Love), stop at the edge of a tennis court

which is close to the beach. In the distance, they see an island.

Love

(wiping her forehead)
That was a set! You lose!

Lover
Or maybe I win? By beating me you’ve won me.

Love
Is that so?

Lover
So.

Love
They say…

Lover
Who say?

Love
They say if you can hit a ball from here, with a good racket…

Lover
Oh, we’ll make a racket.

Love
They say…if you can hit a ball to the shore of that island, you’ll live forever. Somehow.


Lover
That island? It’s quite a distance.

Love
Ferry used to run here. They turned the parking lot into a tennis court. Ironic. The island owners were obsessed with the game.

Lover
Irony is my favorite aperitif. Now about that hit…

Love
Take your racket…

Lover
…Uh huh?

Love
Now throw your serve like normal, but really hit the ball.

Lover
Hit to the island?

Love
Of course!

Lover
…and we’ll…live forever?

Love
Well, you will.

Lover

(raising racket)
And...I will...first try...I'm lucky!

…But what of you? Won’t you be with me?


Love

(shrugs)
Yes, well I dunno.

Show-off!

I mean...but it's a long way!

Well,maybe.

I have to do it on my own...

Lover

...and you will.