Act 1: Scene: Fired

7:00 a.m.- The alarm clock buzzes an annoying trumpet of electronica. The click of the shower knob causes hot water to stream down. "Lost Cause" by Beck comes floating into the scene. Beck soulfully sings, "I'm tired of fighting, tired of fighting. Fighting for a lost cause" as a coffee pot sizzles a French Roast.

8:45 a.m.- Traffic is thick. The simple strumming of Elliot Smith's "Between The Bars" slowly overpowers the honking and tire screeching.

9:05 a.m.- The office receptionist looks up as the door opens but says nothing. The walk is exaustive to the lybrinth of cubicles. The Album Leaf's “Red Eye” flows in as three employees whisper around the broken fax machine.

2:30 p.m.- The boss with a silver goat-tee approaches. He smiles and begins rambling about company direction and downsizing. “It’s nothing personal but we are letting you go.” As the boss pulls out pie-charts and graphs to prove his point, Wilco’s “Hate it Here” drowns out his nasally voice. The vibrant electric guitar and Jeff Tweedy’s expression of angst plays as the desk is packed up.

3:25 p.m.- Arriving at home, the front-door seems unusually heavy. The potted fern next to the bookcase looks like it is dying. The house is still.

5:00 p.m.- The Strokes’ “Evening Sun” interrupts the silence found in the living room. Plots of vengeance are planned as the room begins to feel increasingly crowded.

9:15 p.m. - Sufjan Steven’s “Chicago” blasts through the yellow stereo. As a wine glass is placed in the dishwasher, the lyrics sing, “if I was crying in the van with my friend it was for freedom from myself and from the land. I made a lot of mistakes I made a lot of mistakes….”