[Front door of a house opens.  A man steps out to meet a friend on the street.  He’s handsome just doesn’t realise it. He’s cool, though, despite his lack of confidence. He has blue eyes for days and seriously that smile is so mischievous and gets him out of trouble…I digress. She waits with crossed arms and frown as he makes his way down his driveway to her. She’s older. Some would call her bitter but he’d call her feisty. ]

Michael:  Good morning, world.  It’s morning, world. A beautiful, fantastic, morning, world.

Linda: [spoken] You’re sick. Seriously. You’re making me sick. Look at you. Last week you were bitter and this week you’re a–

Michael: [interrupts] beautiful, fantastic, terrific, morning, world.

Linda: [spoken] Why did I agree into hanging out with you today?

Michael: The sun…have you ever noticed songs are about the sun…especially love ones…

Linda: [spoken] Where are my shades? We’re not leaving until I find my shades.

Michael: You used to see the sun once upon a time, where this date begins.

Linda: [spoken] Once upon a time I used to be married, and then I dated a boyfriend who refused to propose to me…

Michael: DATE!

Linda: [spoken] Here we go…

[Both begin to walk down the street, making their way to the main street where the clothing stores are.]

Michael: For me it begins with the sun, how bright it is today, how it might be a sign to what will become of us today, will it be the spotlight, center stage, to the romantic comedy of the year…

Linda: [spoken] Comedy?

Michael: Get serious, we’re talking about me here…

Linda: Right, romantic.  Simply romantic. This sickness I feel, building inside, projecting on me what you seem unable to hide…DATE!

Michael: My DATE!

Linda: [spoken] Woah, woah, don’t rub it in.

Michael: [spoken] Apologies.

Linda: [spoken] Continue.

Michael: [spoken] Where was I?

[Stands in front of a shop they are preparing to enter.]

Linda:

The light that sears my eyes has been your blues goodbyes,
rainbows and rabbits are dancing on your face,
everyone is noticing that extra hop in your step,
seriously, man, stop it, you’re a disgrace.
Don’t forget just last week when I came over with movies and popcorn,
your misery thick in the air, I rather liked it.
Your face streaked, with your tears without a lover
and heart torn, it was pathetic, and I rather loved it.
And now look at you, that smile linking ear to ear, the world revolves this day, and seriously, remind me to make Cupid pay.
I can feel your heartbeat from over here, rhythmic to your sun,
the birds are singing and I think they’re just for you.
From the moment you met this guy this has been my deepest fear,
look at what love has done, you’re going on a DATE.  

[Opens the door to the shop.]

Michael:

DATE! And for me, I hope it ends with the moon,
how complete it’d make the night,
how it’d be a sign of what just might,
will it be credits where the audience cheers,
this is the happiest I’ve been for years,
and if I may be presumptuous,
it’ll be love soon.

[Heads into the shop.]

Linda: [Let’s go of the door and Michael walks straight into it.] Now you’re just being stupid.