“Something in the Water” is the story of Jeff and Melissa, who meet through their massage therapist and bond over their shared enthusiasm for kayaking. As their respective therapies progress, Jeff heals physically and Melissa heals emotionally, though neither one wants to admit it. Then two breakthroughs — one on the couch, one on the water — open the door to an even deeper bond between them.
I wrote “Something in the Water” during April 2010’s Script Frenzy, the international screenwriting challenge where participants attempt to write 100 pages of script for the stage, screen, or any other medium. I’d written one-act plays before, but this was the first one I’d completed and felt was produce-able. I’d love to see this produced someday but have no idea where to start.
“Something in the Water” is written assuming a small stage with a limited number of sets and feasible kayaking scenes (hint, fold and lap blue tarps to represent water). Contact me if you’re interested in the play and might like to produce it (or can give me advice on having it produced). Below is an excerpt.
MELISSA Shit, I’m sorry! I overbalanced.
Both of them wipe water out of their eyes and hair, checking for and retrieving gear and paddles, and hanging on to the kayaks.
JEFF Well, at least we’re not far from shore.
MELISSA I have a confession to make.
JEFF What’s that?
MELISSA I can’t swim.
JEFF (angry) You should have told me you couldn’t swim.
MELISSA I know.
JEFF You made a big deal out of knowing what my capabilities were. I just assumed you could swim.
MELISSA (defensive) I can get through the water. Just like you.
JEFF and MELISSA look at each other for a long moment.
JEFF Melissa, if we’re going to go out in the wilderness together and rely on each other, we’re going to have to be honest with each other about what our capabilities and limitations are.
MELISSA You’re right. I was wrong not to tell you I couldn’t swim. Especially since we’re kayaking.
If we were out bicycling, it wouldn’t matter if I couldn’t swim.
JEFF Is there anything else you wouldn’t like to tell me?
(smiles but doesn’t laugh)
MELISSA I can’t start a campfire without gasoline.