CHARACTERS

Tiffany Yamón Upchurch                 23 Years Old. Black.

Joshua Aaron Rosenberg                 27 Years Old. White.

Time

December 2015, Around Midnight

Setting and Context

“The Rochester” is based on a real apartment complex in St. Louis, Missouri. Between late 2015 and early 2016, ownership of “The Rochester” changed hands. During the transition, many members of the primarily black staff were laid off, or had their pay reduced in an effort to convince them to leave voluntarily. Most of the newly created vacancies were filled by white men and women associated with the new corporate ownership.
The residents barely noticed.

Note on Text: A slash ( / ) employed in the midst of dialogue is meant to indicate an overlap in speech. The successive character’s line of dialogue begins at this moment.

 

“The bees had declared a war,

The sky wasn’t big enough for them all…”

– Of Monsters and Men, Dirty Paws

 

December 2015.  St. Louis, Missouri. Midnight. The front hall lobby of The Rochester, a large, upscale apartment complex. The lobby’s décor has a warm, mahogany feel.  Stage right is the front doors leading into the street. Stage left is an elevator which takes residents up to their units.  Center stage is the doorman’s desk, facing the audience. It supports a computer (which displays black and white security footage) and a sign-in registry. The lobby is decorated festively, in anticipation of the holidays. A large, vibrant Christmas tree sits near the front doors. A small menorah and Kinara sit on a side table. YAMÓN, 23, is behind the desk, quietly reading. A few moments pass before she notices something in the security footage, which causes her to jump a bit. She reaches into one of the desk’s drawers, pulls out a turquoise envelope, and places it on the center of the desk. JOSH enters, wearing a large winter jacket and carrying an overstuffed backpack. He immediately unzips his coat, revealing blue scrubs underneath. He’s also wearing a silver Star of David necklace around his neck, which is made noticeable when it frequently catches the light. YAMÓN beams at him. JOSH barely notices at first.

 

YAMÓN

(Laughing) You look cold!

JOSH

Jesus. It’s insane out there!

YAMÓN

Right?!?

(JOSH catches YAMÓN’s gaze)

JOSH

You staying warm, Yamón?

YAMÓN

Yeah, it’s alright…. It’s pretty quiet in here. Door doesn’t open and close as much this late.

JOSH

(Smiling) Sorry about that!

YAMÓN

About what? How else would you get in?

(JOSH crosses over to the desk to sign the registry.
YAMÓN stares expectedly at the card. JOSH doesn’t notice.)

JOSH

(Staring at the registry) Whatcha readin’ tonight?

YAMÓN

Oh, this? (She glances at her book’s cover) It’s “The Shame of the Nation”/ by Jonathan Kozol.

JOSH

Oh yeah! I know that one. That’s… right right! That’s Kozol’s book.

YAMÓN

Yeah. It’s really good.

JOSH

(Looking up, smiling) What happened to (flamboyant:) Living for Love and Dying for Loyalty?

YAMÓN

Hey now! Don’t make fun of/…

JOSH

(Smirking) The literary and rhetorical power of Mz. Lady P? I would never!

YAMÓN

I mean, I’m still reading that one, but one of the other residents has been on me… telling me to read this, and she sort of, well, thrust it at me the other day.

JOSH

Ha! Who was it?

YAMÓN

Marissa(?), I think.

JOSH

Oh yeah. She’s kinda pushy like that…

YAMÓN

But it’s mind blowing. Seriously!

JOSH

Yeah! It’s been a while since I read it, but I remember!

(The two smile at each other. Beat. JOSH glances over at the Christmas tree)

Oh hey! Look who’s back!

YAMÓN

Yeah, we set her up earlier tonight.

JOSH

That was so, like, asinine that they wouldn’t let you put the tree up last year.

YAMÓN

Yeah, I mean, it’s whatever, but I’m glad we got it back. Cheers everyone up.

JOSH

It must be the, uh, the new management, right? (Beat)

YAMÓN

(Uncomfortable) Yeah. I guess they don’t care as much…

JOSH

(Noticing the side table) And there’s a menorah over there too. And a—oh what’s it called—for Kwanza. So everybody’s happy, right?

YAMÓN

Yeah. I mean, I guess.

JOSH

I still don’t understand why we couldn’t have the tree last year. I love it and I/ don’t even celebrate…

YAMÓN

Yeah, I think it was that letter they got from that resident who was offended/…

JOSH

Oh right… No, I’m sorry. That’s just stupid. Like, the whole Starbucks red cup debacle that’s dominating the news? Like, it’s just a bunch of people getting all assholier-than-thou over a great big nothing and ruining it for everyone. (Beat)
Ah well. What can you do? Sorry for the rant. (Beat) Anyway, I should probably head up. I’m wiped out…

(JOSH walks over to the elevators. YAMÓN looks frantically at the card.
JOSH pushes a button. YAMÓN finally holds up the card.)

YAMÓN

Happy birthday!

(JOSH looks back. He possibly blushes)

JOSH

What? How did you…? I can’t believe you knew!

(He walks over and takes the card)

YAMÓN

Yeah, I mean. Facebook.

JOSH

(Begins opening the card) Oh yeah. But still. This is so nice of you! (Pause) Oh. Uh. Should I open it now or…?

YAMÓN

Yeah yeah! Open it.

(The elevator door dings and slides open. JOSH pulls that card out.
It visibly has Christian imagery on the front. The elevator door dings and slides closed.)

JOSH

(Reading aloud under his breath:) “Dear Josh, May your coming year be filled with endless happiness and the light of our Lord and Savior J—”
(Looking up at YAMÓN) Oh. Um.

(JOSH fiddles with his Star of David necklace. YAMÓN stares at him expectedly, unfazed.
JOSH almost says something, but decides against it.
He quickly reads the rest of the card to himself and looks up.)

This was so nice of you. Thank you!

YAMÓN

Yeah, it’s nothing.

(JOSH glances at the card’s signature)

JOSH

Wait. Your first name is “Tiffany?” I thought it was… yeah, o-on Facebook too it’s/ “Yamón.”

YAMÓN

Yeah, I don’t like “Tiffany” all that much. Yamón’s a family name so that’s just what I go by.

JOSH

No kidding! That’s really cool.

YAMÓN

Really? Thanks. I never thought of it as “cool”…

JOSH

Yeah. (Beat – Josh glances at his watch) Oh man, it. is. late. indeed. I really better get upstairs.

YAMÓN

Yeah. No worries. Goodnight!

(JOSH walks over and pushes the elevator button again.
YAMÓN fidgets a bit, uncomfortably.
JOSH, staring at the elevators, doesn’t notice.)

JOSH

Geez, you’d think since the elevator was, like, just here… it’d open back up super quickly or something.

(YAMÓN wrestles with wanting to say something. Finally:)

YAMÓN

Josh, I think I’m gonna get fired.

(Beat)

JOSH

What?

(The elevator door dings and slides open)

Why?

YAMÓN

New management is tossing everyone.

JOSH

Yeah, but you’re probably gonna be okay…

YAMÓN

They fired Tyrone this morning.

(The elevator door dings and slides closed)

JOSH

What?!? (YAMÓN doesn’t respond) No. Everybody loves Tyrone. He’s been the porter here for… for…

YAMÓN (Overlap)

Fifteen years.

JOSH (Overlap)

Everybody loves Tyrone. It isn’t The Rochester without him.

YAMÓN

Yeah, well. Now it is.

JOSH

Did they say why?

YAMÓN

His girlfriend showed up. Apparently they had an argument in the lobby…

JOSH

So?

YAMÓN

I think they were looking for a reason.

(Beat. JOSH takes this in.)

JOSH

That’s nuts.

YAMÓN

Yeah.

JOSH

But you’ll be fine. Everybody loves you.

YAMÓN

That’s what you said about Tyrone. Twice. (Beat) Stacy told me she wants to meet with me in the morning. They saw I was gone all last week.

JOSH

Wait… but wasn’t that because you were looking after your mom?

YAMÓN

Yeah. But I missed a whole week so…

JOSH

(Putting his hand on his forehead) No. There’s no way—. You’ll be fine. I gotta believe that…

YAMÓN

Yeah. Um. (Beat) I was kinda hoping you could do me a favor…?

JOSH

Of course! Anything!

YAMÓN

I was wondering if you could maybe talk to Stacy for me(?). Tomorrow. Maybe talk me up or something…?

(Beat)

JOSH

Oh. (Long pause)
Um.

YAMÓN

What?

JOSH

It’s just. I’m never here during the day.

YAMÓN

What?

JOSH

Yeah, I’m at the hospital… like, all the time. I’ll be gone way before the office opens and back, y’know, around midnight. Like usual.

YAMÓN

You can’t give the front office a call or something?

JOSH

I mean… we don’t usually have time to make personal calls. I’m like, running from patient to patient to… (He trails off)

YAMÓN

But, I mean… when do you drop off the rent?

JOSH

(Making a sliding motion with his hands) I usually just slide it under the front office door.

YAMÓN

(Mirroring motion) So maybe you could just slide a note or something in tomorrow morning…? (YAMÓN notices JOSH’s discomfort and stops speaking.)

JOSH

Listen. I mean. It’s new management and they barely know me. Like, what’s my word good for?

YAMÓN (overlap)

Probably a lot.

JOSH

And I don’t want to be “that guy,” y’know? The uppity resident causing trouble? Before they’ve even met me? Next thing you know, I’ll be sitting with a clogged toilet or something for weeks before somebody… um.

YAMÓN (Overlap)

I don’t understand.

JOSH

I just want to quietly go about my business, y’know? (Silence) I just make it a practice not to get involved…

(Beat)

I don’t know. What if there was like, this totally valid policy for taking time off and you just sort of…

(Beat)

…Didn’t follow it?

(YAMÓN is silent)

What I mean to say is, I’m probably not the right person/ to…

YAMÓN

(Quiet) I bring you a bagel every Sunday.

JOSH

What?

YAMÓN

(Quiet) Every Sunday when I go shopping before work? I bring you a free bagel. Haven’t you…noticed?

JOSH

Yeah, and I appreciated it…!

YAMÓN (Overlap)

(Quiet) And I told that girl once that you weren’t home, even though you were, like you asked me to.

JOSH (Overlap)

Yes. Yeah, I know…

YAMÓN

(Quiet) And I gave you my umbrella that one time when it was raining.

JOSH (Overlap)

And I gave it back.

YAMÓN

(Quiet) And I chased the mail guy a block up the street that time when you missed him for the day. And I made you soup that time you were sick. And I put in that emergency service request for you after hours even though not having hot water isn’t exactly an “emergency.”

JOSH (Overlap)

I didn’t ask you/ to do any of those…

YAMÓN

(Quiet) And I remembered your birthday.

JOSH

Yeah, well, you didn’t have to do those things…

(Silence. YAMÓN has a pained expression on her face.)

Look…

YAMÓN

And, well…you’ve made your fair share of promises. But I let them all go.

JOSH

What do you mean?

YAMÓN

Last week, when you brought that cake down for a friend(?). On the way back up, you told me you’d bake for me sometime. And before that you told you’d burn me a copy of that new Of Monsters and Men CD. And you told me that you’d grab me a cup of coffee from the lounge that one morning and, what a surprise, you never came back.

JOSH

I… I forgot.

YAMÓN

All three times?

(Long Silence)

(Realization) They’re gonna fire me.

JOSH

No, they’re not! I swear…

YAMÓN

(Growing fear) I don’t know what I’m gonna do…

JOSH

You’ll be fine.

YAMÓN

I’ve gotta help take care of my family. And I’ve gotta pay the rent… It took me six months to find this. I’ve-I’ve gotta have a place to go. I need a job.

JOSH

Slow down. Nothing’s happened yet.

YAMÓN

(Venomously to JOSH for the first time) I killed that bee for you.

JOSH

What?

YAMÓN

When you came down here, all in a panic? A few weeks ago? When that bee got into your apartment? (Beat) You were freaking out over this tiny little insect that probably wouldn’t’ve even hurt you if you didn’t notice it in the first place. I gave you some bug spray but you said you didn’t want to be near it so I asked if you were allergic and you said “no.” You said you were “just scared.” (YAMÓN scoffs) Ringing any bells?

JOSH

Yeah. You were great. Y-you came up to me to my/ apartment…

YAMÓN

I went into your apartment. You stayed in the hall. And you shut the door on me.

(Beat)

You shut me in with that bee.

JOSH

I was scared… i-it might get out. And then it would be in the hall…

YAMÓN

And I killed it for you. (Beat) It stung me, by the way. Did you know that?

(She reaches her palm out and points to the center)

 

Right here.

JOSH

No. You didn’t say anything.

YAMÓN

You’re right. I didn’t. And it hurt. But I didn’t say anything.

JOSH

I…

(YAMÓN puts her head down. She might cry lightly.)

Please. Please don’t… It’s going to work out. I… I… (Beat) I’m sorry.

(YAMÓN looks up.
The two look at each other for a moment, perhaps seeing each other for the first time.
YAMÓN begins to collect herself.)

YAMÓN

No. No, I shouldn’t be unloading on you. It’s not your/ responsibility.

JOSH

Maybe I could write something…

YAMÓN

(Sharply dismissing him) No, don’t worry about it.

JOSH

I mean, I…

YAMÓN

I said, “Don’t worry about it.”

JOSH

Are you gonna be…okay?

YAMÓN

Yeah. No, it’s fine, I’m fine. (Looking towards the elevator) Don’t you have to be…?

JOSH

Huh?

YAMÓN

Up early?

JOSH

Yeah, I mean, I guess.

(JOSH slowly walks over to the elevator and pushes the button again.
The two wait in silence for the elevator to arrive. Eventually, it dings and slides open.)

Everything will look better in the morning. It always does. I promise.

YAMÓN

Yeah.

JOSH

(Stepping into the elevator) They might not/ even…

YAMÓN

Night, Josh.

JOSH

Goodnight, Tiffany.

YAMÓN

(Looking up) Yamón!

JOSH

What?

YAMÓN

You called me “Tiffany.”

JOSH

No I didn’t. (Beat- shock/horror) Did I?

(The elevator dings and slides closed on JOSH)

 

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