That Voice Inside Your Head

[The Guy Fausto]

A dark night sky covers the scene as an overheard view of the ToPJet, currently landed outside of the arena in Montreal, Quebec, for whatever reason. The camera pans down as the stairs to the jet are down, although no lights are on inside. There is enough light to show one Guy Fausto, in his usual fetal position staring off at nothing. A voice is heard, but the camera stays focused on Fausto.

 

Voice: “This is completely ridiculous you know. You didn’t have to flee that hospital, because obviously you needed to spend more time there because something is horribly wrong with you.”

 

The voice sighs.

Voice: “You weren’t always like this. You used to care. You used to be driven by something in life other than complete apathy and desire to do nothing. You wanted to make something of yourself. You wanted to be a star. But something must have broken in your head a while ago. You’ve been so completely and utterly consumed with a blind hatred of what you once loved…”

 

The voice takes on a tone of disappointment.

Voice: “That you can’t see and realize what’s so glaringly obvious. You’ve attained what you’ve worked most of your life to gain. People around the world pay money to see you- no matter if you spend all your time taking a big ole crap on them and everything they enjoy, even as going as far as threatening to destroy it. You gave up everything in your life to walk this path, and now you have what you once strived for… If yourself of 15 years ago could see you now, he’d want to kick your ass. “

 

The voice pauses ever so briefly before continuing.

 

Voice: “You would have to tell him that the next decade and change of his life would go to waste because something doesn’t go his way. You would have to tell him that eventually he would get what he worked all his life to attain- but that he’d be too goddamn stupid to realize it. You’d have to tell him that he’d turn into the miserable wreck of a human being you are now. Maybe knowing this, he’d go and actually go through with what you’re too much of a goddamn pussy to do. I know the you of 15 years ago actually had some damn balls.”

 

Another brief period of silence.

 

Voice: “Of course, there is always hope. People can always change. Maybe, just maybe, you can realize what you have- and realize that it isn’t so bad. You could let the last two years of bitterness go, and actually be the best you can be. Go out there and give the fans what they actually want. Soak in the energy of the crowd. Then again, you can once again go through some ludicrous half-baked scheme that’ll never work, live the rest of your existence in misery seeking a freedom that just won’t be granted- a freedom that if you even did achieve, would be a waste of talent and a waste of humanity.”

 

A snide sarcastic tone emerges.

Voice: “But no. You seem to be going with neither of those. Instead you’re going to sit there, and rock and back and forth and have your own self-pity party. Sobbing uncontrollably, only getting up to go to the bathroom and to occasionally put some horrible Hawthorne Heights album into your CD player so you can hear someone whine like their a dead cat about how horrible life is.”

 

The voice goes on the level.

 

Voice: “You can be better than this- you are better than this. You can be worth so much more than worthless heap of sobbing flesh- but until then- You’re so ****ing pathetic. And no one can do a damn thing about that but you.”

 

The scene fades, pulling back away from the ToPJet in the dead of night.

[The Air]

Good roleplay we'll we ever see an energized Guy Fausto perform and who's that voice talking too Guy. Wait with those questions left I still don't know nothing. Damn you Guy. Bad roleplay bad roleplay. Boo!

[Michael Morrison]

It's his inner bitch, which I'll be knocking back to Bitchville, soon enough. She can say hello to his testicles and manhood, as they all moved out at the same time.

 

Booya!