DAVID RUSH
Writer
Opening of "DEAREST SCOTT, DARLING ZELDA"

This musical is a fantasia on the life and works of F. Scott Fitzgerald and his wife, Zelda.

The conceit is a series of letters they write each other, while  Zelda is in a psychiatric clinic and Scott is struggling to succeed in Hollywood.


AT RISE:    SCOTT and ZELDA appear on opposite sides of the stage.

 

                                              ZELDA

HIGHLAND CLINIC

ASHEVILLE, NC

MAY THE SECOND 1933

                                                           

                                                SCOTT

HOLLYWOOD

CALIFORNIA BY THE SEA

MAY THE FIFTEENTH 1933

 

                                                ZELDA

DEAREST SCOTT;

 

                                                SCOTT                                                                                                                                               

DEAREST ZELDA;

 

                                                ZELDA

HOW I MISS YOU.

                                                           

                                                SCOTT

SO DO I.

 

                                                ZELDA

WRITE ME OFTEN.

 

                                                SCOTT

I WILL TRY.

ARE YOU SLEEPING?

 

                                                ZELDA

NOT TOO WELL.

 

                                                SCOTT

AND YOUR HEADACHES?

                                               

                                                ZELDA

HURT LIKE HELL.

HOW IS SCOTTIE?

           

                                     SCOTT

TALL AND BRIGHT.

 

                                                ZELDA

DOES SHE MISS ME?

                                   

                                                SCOTT

DAY AND NIGHT.

 

                                                ZELDA

TELL ME EVERYTHING YOU DO

WHERE YOU GO,

WHO YOU SEE,

DOES ANYBODY ASK OF ME?

HOW DO YOU FILL THE ENDLESS DAY?

 

                                                SCOTT

TELL ME HOW YOU SPEND YOUR TIME,

WHERE YOU WALK,

WHAT YOU READ;

IS THERE ANYTHING YOU NEED?

HOW DO YOU DRIVE THE DARK AWAY?

 

                                                ZELDA

I’LL WRITE YOU EVERY EVENING BEFORE I SLEEP.

 

                                                SCOTT

DON’T MAKE PROMISES YOU WON’T KEEP.

 

                                                BOTH

DON’T MAKE PROMISES YOU WON’T KEEP.

 

                                                ZELDA                       

April third:  Goofo, did you remember  today is our anniversary?   Actually it’s two anniversaries.  I’ve been in this nuthouse six months and we’ve been married two thousand years. I wanted to make a paper doll to send you but they wouldn’t let me have any scissors.  Please don’t stop writing; your letters are my lifeline.

 

                                                SCOTT

April tenth: Darling, I’m an idiot.  By the time I remembered, it was one o’clock in the morning.  They wouldn’t let you take my call because they thought I was drunk again.  But I swear I’ve been dry for three weeks now.  I will never stop writing; your letters are my inspiration.

 

                                                ZELDA

HOW’S THE WRITING?

 

                                                SCOTT

GOING SLOW.

 

                                                ZELDA

IS IT BRILLIANT?

 

                                                SCOTT

I DON’T KNOW.

ARE YOU PAINTING?

                                               

                                                ZELDA

SOME EACH DAY.

           

                                                    SCOTT

WORK IS HEALTHY.

 

                                                ZELDA

SO THEY SAY.

 

                                                SCOTT

HAVE YOU FRIENDS THERE?

 

                                                ZELDA

ONE OR TWO.

 

                                                SCOTT

HOPE YOU’RE HAPPY

 

                                                ZELDA

SAME FOR YOU.

 

                                                SCOTT

DO YOU REACH ACROSS THE BED

THROUGH THE DARK

EMPTY AIR,

AND DO YOU WEEP THAT I’M NOT THERE?

HOW DO YOU MANAGE TO SURVIVE?

 

                                                ZELDA

DO YOU WANDER IN THE NIGHT

SPEAKING WORDS

NO-ONE  HEARS

HOW DO YOU FACE THE NAMELESS FEARS?

HOW DO YOU EVER STAY ALIVE?

 

                                                SCOTT

I’LL WRITE YOU DAILY WHEN I WAKE,

 

                                                  ZELDA

DON’T MAKE VOWS THAT YOU’RE SURE TO BREAK.

 

                                                  BOTH

DON’T MAKE VOWS THAT YOU’RE SURE TO BREAK.

 

                                                 ZELDA

Please take me out of here, Scott.  I’ve been crazy long enough for one lifetime.

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