Travis and God, PAC III, 3
TRAVIS: Well Lord, we’re heading for the final altar.
GOD: What a camp, Travis. What a camp. How’d it go for you.
TRAVIS: Well..I brought my own underwear this year.
GOD: So tell me…you began camp by worrying about being real… being yourself… How’d you do?
TRAVIS: …I guess I should be asking you.
GOD: No…I think you know as well as anyone.
TRAVIS: I don't know. I’ve thought a lot about that…and I’ve really tried. It’s hard to judge yourself on this.
GOD: Want to learn a little trick?
TRAVIS: A trick?
GOD: Yeah… a new way to look at it.
TRAVIS: Well…sure.
GOD: Stick your right hand out. (Travis holds it out to his side.) Now hold up a finger. (he does) Wiggle it. (he does) Hi, finger!
TRAVIS: God is talking to my finger.
GOD: Cute little rascal. Now do the same thing with your left hand. (he does) Now look at your right finger. (he does) That’s you.. that’s the real Travis, okay?
TRAVIS: Okay. Hi, me.
GOD: And your left one.. (Travis looks at his left finger). That’s who you pretend to be. That’s the act you put on for the rest of the world. You cool with that?
TRAVIS: Sounds good.
GOD: Now the closer your fingers get to one another…(Travis’s fingers begin to move together)….
TRAVIS: Hey! How’re you doing that?
GOD: I’m God. You ought to see my footwork. The closer the real you is to the pretend you… the happier you are. And the further apart….(Travis’s fingers begin to move apart)…
TRAVIS: Whoa! This is weird.
GOD: The more difference between the real Travis and the fake Travis….(Travis is really stretched out now)… It hurts, doesn’t it?
TRAVIS: You are a mighty God.
GOD: Thanks… You know, this is kind of fun… Real..(Travis’s fingers move together)… Phony.. (They move out and stay there)
TRAVIS: (as he stands there, hands out, struggling a bit) I…uh… I mean…how do I get out of this?
GOD: Uncomfortable, isn’t it?
TRAVIS: You could say that.
GOD: Yeah. Tough position to be in…being one person and pretending to be another. Wanna get out of this?
TRAVIS: I would ..uh…be really delighted, Lord.
GOD: Raise your hands ..(Travis does a little)…. Higher…(more) …Higher….(he does) …all the way, Travis, raise them all the way to me. (he does and his hands begin to come together)
TRAVIS: But if I raise them all the way to you, I can’t keep them apart…..(and it hits him) … Oh. (a beat) That is so cool. (he brings his hands down)
GOD: Yeah. It sure is. Focus on me. It’s impossible to fake it when your thoughts are on me.
TRAVIS: (a beat, then) Thanks, Lord. I gotta admit…that’s the best I ever feel…when I’m just being me. But sometimes I’m afraid that…
GOD: I…I…I…
TRAVIS: You’re right. When I’m thinking about me….I’m somebody else..not the guy you made.
GOD: Not even close. Tonight…at the altar… it’ll be tempting to …well, to play a role. Travis….. don't. Make sure it’s Travis who walks to the altar. Leave the other guy outside, okay?
TRAVIS: I think I’m gonna like this.
GOD: You have no idea how much.
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