Travis and God, PAC III, 1
TRAVIS: Hey God!
GOD: Travis! Welcome back to PAC!
TRAVIS: I even love the sound of it, Lord. Back to PAC.
GOD: You’re one sharp dude, Trav. So…how you been?
TRAVIS: I’ll tell you the truth…I wait for this all year long. Most things, you know, you gotta get warmed back up to them…but I see the faces of these guys.. (name campers) ____________, and __________, and _________. It’s like we just left each other yesterday.
GOD: So what’s the coolest thing about being out here?
TRAVIS: You mean besides the MC’s?
GOD: Oh please.
TRAVIS: Well….you can be yourself. Seems like I spend most of the year being one person after another…you know…playing the role. Out here, I can just be…well….I can just be Travis. I can get real.
GOD: Great! Are you always real with me?
TRAVIS: Sure! (a beat) I mean…mostly. (a beat) Okay….sometimes.
GOD: (laughing) I like you…I really do, Trav. Given enough time you always manage to come up with the right answer.
TRAVIS: Don't forget. I’m one sharp dude.
GOD: And it’s not because it’s useless to fool me, but…well…we just can’t get anywhere. Who’s one of your best friends?
TRAVIS: Well…. __________ and I are pretty tight.
GOD: And what’s the worst thing he could do to you?
TRAVIS: (a beat, then) Lie to me.
GOD: Not be real. See? It really hurts. So…what have you got planned for the weekend?
TRAVIS: I ..uh… I thought we were talking about…..
GOD: I changed the subject. I’m God. I can do that.
TRAVIS: Well…I don't know. I guess I want to do everything.. the dance, the mime… campfire.. hug attacks..
GOD: Good…good..go on…
TRAVIS: Uh…. Gonna stock up on the Orange Elixir!
GOD: The nectar of God.
TRAVIS: …and uh… go a little crazy in the drama den and play guitar and the performances…those are my favorites…watching people get up there and….
GOD: You gonna perform?
TRAVIS: Of course! This is performing arts camp!
GOD: I thought you were going to be real.
TRAVIS: Wait a minute…you’re changing the subject on me again.
GOD: I can do that. I’m…
TRAVIS: …I know….you’re God.
GOD: Sorry for messing with you, Trav. I just wanted to show you there’s a difference. And I’ll tell you a little secret. Sometimes performers…people who enjoy getting up on stage…sometimes they’re so good at ..well…acting. ..putting on a show…that they have the most trouble being honest with me.
TRAVIS: That stinks.
GOD: I know.
TRAVIS: Lord…I hope I know when to quit acting.
GOD: So…whatta you got planned for the weekend, Trav?
TRAVIS: Performing….and not performing. At least when I’m with you.
GOD: Remember your first year as a camper?
TRAVIS: (laughs) Yeah.
GOD: By mistake you brought a pair of your dad’s underwear?
TRAVIS: Don't remind me.
GOD: The guys in the dorm thought you were wearing a parachute.
TRAVIS: Uh…God…everybody’s listening.
GOD: You spent that whole weekend worried about how you looked and how you danced and how you sang… You didn’t start getting real with me until you’d been here for nearly three years. (a beat) I missed you, Trav. I really….I really wanted to talk. And then it was the final night at the altar before we really got together.
TRAVIS: (a beat, then) So…how about we start right now?
GOD: I really like that idea. Don't wait until the end of camp. And you know what…I can make this the best camp you’ve ever had.
TRAVIS: No kidding.
GOD: I’m God…I can do that.
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