Play 109: Nights Like These part II

[Note: as this is a follow up to a scene from a long time ago, I figured it might be a good idea to include a link to the original]

CHARACTERS
MAN, late 20s

(In the background there is a bed, a desk, and various objects strewn about the ground. He is lying on the bed reading a book.)

(He looks up from the book.)

(He looks over to the phone on the other side of the room.)

MAN
(To himself.)
Maybe I should call.

(Beat.)

Who cares how awkward it'll be, it's better than sitting here sulking thinking about how much I wish I could talk to her.

(He puts the book down.)

I'm sure she'll be happy to hear from me, I know how excited I'd be if she called.

(Beat.)

But what if she isn't? I mean, if she wanted to talk to me wouldn't she have called by now?

(Beat.)

But I haven't called either.

(Pause.)

I should call.

(He gets up from the bed and walks over to the phone.)

(He puts his hand on it.)

(Pause.)

(He picks up the phone.)

MAN
But what will I say?

(He starts to put the phone down.)

But then again, who cares, it doesn't matter that much what exactly I say.

(He stands still with the phone hanging in his hand.)

(Pause.)

I can't do it.

(He puts the phone down, and walks back over to the bed.)

(He pulls the book back out, lies down, and starts reading.)

(Pause.)

(He stops reading and lets puts the book back down.)

(He looks over at the phone.)

(Beat.)

MAN
I should call.

(He walks over to the phone.)

I've waited for long enough.

(The phone rings, he pulls back in shock.)

(His face is suddenly overcome with excitement, and he grabs the phone.)

MAN
(Excited.)
Hello?

(Pause.)

No thank you.

(He hangs up the phone.)

MAN
(Muttering to himself.)
Fucking telemarketers.

(Pause.)

(He picks up the phone.)

(Beat.)

MAN
Why not?

(He dials a number on the phone.)

(Pause.)

Hello?

(Lights down.)