Jan. 22nd
February 6th, 2008 by Trevor Fortin
Trevor and Leah
Phaedrus
Dr. Mara
1/22/08
Scene 1: Walking to his “poetry slam” Pha-Real unintentionally meets Socrates in the streets.
Soc.: Sup Pha-Real, Where you headin?
Pha: Sup man, I’m just headin down to my poetry “slam.” I just came from my main lyricist SnowWhites house and I was listening to some of his stuff.
Soc.: Word? What’s he got to say these days?
Pha: Quite a bit actually, me and him been workin on some tight lyrics the last few weeks. What do you have goin on right now?
Soc: Not shit.
Pha: Well, if you please, you should come down to my coffee house and listen to my slam.
Soc: Your coffee house?
Pha: Nah, just playin, but it will be when I get done tearin the roof off.
Soc: Ha, lets hope so. Yea I got time, lets do it.
Scene 2: After meeting they walk to the coffee house and Socrates is now going to listen to Pha-Reals “Slam.” He takes his seat and an announcer comes on stage to begin the show.
Announcer: Evening everyone, tonight we have a local “Slammer” comin up to sizzle you with some new ideas. So let’s turn the cell phones off, the ears and hearts on, and we should all have a nice time. (Announcer leaves the stage, lights dim, highlighting a stool in the center stage where Pha-Real will now come out and speak.)
(Insert Pha-Reals Speech)
(Crowd claps after he is finished and Pha-Real goes to sit by Socrates at his table)
Pha: Sup man, I think I killed it up there, it felt great, what did you think?
Soc: Well, I definitely liked your enthusiasm up on stage but you left much to be desired.
Pha: How so?
Soc: Well, I can’t say with distinct knowledge because I lack your great grasp on what is happening, for this being my only slam ever. But I did feel like you missed the point.
Pha: Why you gotta be so harsh man?
Soc: I’m not trying to tear you down, your words were as good as any gangsta on the street but that is precisely my point, and it leaves me wondering a few things.
Pha: Go.
Soc: OK, Now tell me if what I’m thinkin is right. First, it feels to me that a “slam” is a bit different from a regular rap on MTV.
Pha: Correct
Soc: Then second, being that there is a difference, shouldn’t the words you choose have a certain aspect of originality in them as opposed to the old rapper clichés?
Pha: I suppose that makes sense
Soc: Of course it makes sense, let me show you what you had goin on up there.
(At this moment Socrates goes up on stage and request to be put on next.)
(Insert Second Speech)
(After the speech Socrates goes back and sits down)
Pha: That was a nice show you put on up there. (said slightly sarcastic)
Soc: Don’t be offended man, if you don’t want to be ridiculed, then bring some real shit next time and tell it for all its worth.
Pha: At least what I had was real. All you did was go up there and made a joke of me. I’d like to see you do it on your own. It’s not easy to be good at this, it takes time.
Soc: It does and it doesn’t. If you have the gift then you can do it anytime and if you don’t, it takes a little work. Now listen, I didn’t mean to bring you down, but if you’re going to be doing this for a while then you should probably start to do it the correct way, right?
Pha: I guess
Soc: Now I’m gonna go up there and you listen. Listen hard to my meanings, listen hard to the heart and soul I give. Im gonna light this up in an honest way, nothing cliché, just me and my words here today.
(Again Socrates makes his way up on stage and asks to be put on promising a better performance.)
Soc:
Now listen everybody because I have some things to share.
They’re slightly honest, powerful, but there not meant to scare.
Everything I say tonight comes from the deep ends of my heart. Now turn up your souls because I’m about to start.
(Socrates pause, looks over the crowd and begins.)
Soc:
Forever deeply, my love and lust come from within.
Like a trance they consume me, manifesting thoughts of pleasure, power and sin.
One’s a stranglehold only released by your lust, and giving in means it’s your heart you forgot to trust.
Because it’s not about the numbers, it’s about the quality. It’s not whose a model, but it’s about whose right me.
There’s a miracle out there. And I’m silently waiting my time. Because I want love for real not some temporary kind.
It’s the difference in the lust and love that make many go blind. Shackin’ up with ladies who are only tryin to get a dime.
So listen fellas, don’t fall into these traps, don’t let the media fill you with crap, it’s the long term you should shoot for, not some silicone infested tramp.
Because experience reigns and I’ve heard many tales of shame. Of many who gave up on the good ones, for the ones who only played the games, and trust me when I say, that regret soon followed, leaving a brittle silhouette of all men whose life is now hollowed.
So for all the young ones out there, rappin about the honeys, rappin about the money, take what I say for real. Watch out for the Devil, because it’s the end of the road that makes life hard to deal.
(End Scene)
I wasn’t sure if I wanted to add more here or not. There is still time to add more dialogue but I don’t know if I want any more.