A couple weeks ago I was sitting in my room, and all of a sudden I started getting this strange concept for a song/drama-play.
The main character would be that of a young man, maybe mid-Twenties to early thirties; married, and middle-class.
The scene would begin in his bedroom en suite. The man, face & hair damp from sweat and water, stands with both hands on each side of a white round stand-up sink, looking in the mirror at himself.
He is contemplating suicide.
He is married; childless, and struggling as an author.
His wife is downstairs, unaware of the dark thoughts which are running through her young husbands mind.
The man has flashes in his head of different ways he should "end it"; each one going through extensive graphic detail in his head; play by play.
He is thinking about shooting his brains out, (after having gone through the "list" of commercial-suicides; being Hung, roman bath, drowning, pills (which could give his wife potentially, time enough top bring him back to life; not to mention, having to see her while he was still alive in his cowardly [suicidal] state). He then walks back into the plain, yet nicely arrange bedroom (where a queen-size bed lives in the middle, with the foot of which, is to the side of the bathroom door [which is on the left side of the bed); a dresser with drawers at the north end of the room, directly in front of the bed (no TV, only simple decorations & a few candles), and the door to the right of it, directly on the same northern wall.
The husband comes out, walks 3 steps in front of the foot of the bed, pauses, and moves his head dizzily up, then back down a bit (as if confused a bit as to what he should do next..)
He then rushes to the right side of the bed, where a dresser stands. He gets down on his knees, and pulls out an old dusty suitcase, opens it, and pulls out an old WWII revolver; which scares him a little as he pulls it up to the light, slightly above his head.
To Be Continued..~~
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