Writing drama has never been my forte but this semester, I am taking a Creative Writing class for drama and so I will be made to confront a new form of writing. The last ‘play’ or script that I wrote of any significance was way back, in the grand year of 2007, at the age of 11. As I returned from my trip to Agadir, I realised that my creative writing class required me to submit a short scene and so running short of time and ideas, I used my holiday experiences to inspire a short scene. I emphasise the word inspire because to qualm your fears, only some elements of the following scene occurred whilst we were in Agadir. I’ll leave you to contemplate which:
TOM – a third year university student from East London
JOE – Tom’s friend, also a third year university student from London
MAN – Middle-aged Moroccan man
ACT 1, SCENE 1
A wide street in sunny Agadir, Morocco. TOM and JOE are strolling. It is quiet. A Moroccan man ahead of them leans against a shop’s front, covered partly by its shade.
TOM: It’s quite warm today.
JOE: Yeah man, let’s head to the beach after we eat. The sea should be warmer than yesterday.
TOM: Well it better be, otherwise I ain’t going in.
As they approach the man he rears up out of the darkness.
MAN: (barks) You want jet ski?
TOM and JOE jump a little, startled.
TOM: What the hell?
MAN: You want jet ski!
JOE: No we don’t
MAN: Very cheap price, jet ski, very good, very powerful.
TOM: (Copying the man’s accent) No we no want jet ski. We going to eat.
MAN: (sighs) You want hotel? (smiling)
JOE: No man! We don’t want anything.
JOE grabs TOM’s arm and begins to walk away. TOM follows for a few paces before turning
suddenly back towards the man.
TOM: Did you say hotel?
JOE: Bruv, what are you doing!
MAN: (eagerly) Yes, very nice hotel! Fantastic –
TOM: How much?
MAN: I give you good price, not tourist price. 300 dirham, one night.
JOE: Yeah well mate bad luck we already got a hotel.
TOM: (whispers to JOE) Shut up! Don’t you know what hotel means on these streets? A girl! He’s asking if we want a girl for the night!
JOE: What? Really? Tell him we both want one then. 300 dirhams is nothing!
TOM: Of course. (To the man) Ok we want two hotel.
MAN: Two? Sure?
TOM: (impatiently) Yes we are sure. But good hotel.
MAN: Of course, very best only for you.
TOM: Ok, where will we meet?
MAN: Why meet? I take you hotel now.
TOM: No no, too early.
MAN: But hotel open. Come we go now. 300 dirhams only.
JOE: Yeah that 300 dirhams is sounding pretty attractive to me.
TOM: It’s too early. I’m starving.
MAN: Don’t worry, hotel, good food.
JOE: What do you mean? We don’t want hotel. We want hoteeeel.
MAN: Yes hotel is here. Traditional food.
TOM: No you idiot. We want women! Girls!
MAN: Oh! Aah no, women finished.
JOE: What do you mean finished?
MAN: Winter time. Women go home. Come back Agadir in summer. You come wrong time