| In ELAYNE’s place. |
| ELAYNE | It would start with something bout how I am. |
| AIMEE | Original. |
| ELAYNE | Not no shit about how people think I am but how I (am) how I really / am. |
| AIMEE | I’d write / it. |
| ELAYNE | Wouldn’t trust you to write it I’d write it – have something / prepared. |
| AIMEE | You can’t write it – y’not meant to write / it. |
| ELAYNE | I’d write / it. |
| AIMEE | Someone else is meant to write it – |
| ELAYNE | someone / who? |
| AIMEE | someone else is meant to say the nice somethings that’s / the (point) – |
| ELAYNE | someone / who? |
| AIMEE | that’s the point, writin your own is wrong – writin your own is arrogant. |
| ELAYNE | I’d be being accurate. |
| AIMEE | Your version a accurate which is arrogant. |
| I’d get it right. |
| ELAYNE | Wouldn’t trust you to get it right, toldju. |
| AIMEE | I’d get the tone right – get the feel, work the crowd or whoever shows up – you’d just write the good bits / about – |
| ELAYNE | The point is to write the good bits no one knows about |
| AIMEE | can’t be that good if no one don’t know bout them. |
| ELAYNE | Discreetly good. |
| AIMEE | ‘Discreetly good’? |
| ELAYNE | You’re only good when people are watchin. |
| AIMEE | If no one’s there then there is no point – when no one’s there you can just be yourself – |
| ELAYNE | which is what? |
| AIMEE | I know me. And you aint no / angel. |
| ELAYNE | I’m good whether you watchin or not – not waitin on no audience. |
| AIMEE | Wouldn’t sit there and watch. |
| ELAYNE | Might learn something. |
| AIMEE | Not from you. I’d write your eulogy and people / would – |
| ELAYNE | You’re not writing mine not writing on / mine. |
| AIMEE | people would remember, people would recall and regret – |
| ELAYNE | don’t want no one’s regrets don’t want no regrets – this is / why – |
| AIMEE | or if not regrets then – I’d write somethin / that – |
| ELAYNE | this is why you’re not getting nowhere near / it. |
| AIMEE | you write it people’ll be like – ‘who does she think she is?’ |
| ELAYNE | Nowhere / near. |
| AIMEE | ‘Who the fuck does she think she is?’ |
| ELAYNE | Right. |
| AIMEE | You don’t want that to be their last / impression of – |
| ELAYNE | They / won’t. |
| AIMEE | their last impression of you. |
| ELAYNE | They wouldn’t know who wrote what if I wrote it – they’d juss hear the words – |
| AIMEE | they’d / know. |
| ELAYNE | hear the words and be too busy / bein sad – |
| AIMEE | They’d know cos I’d tellem. What bits I did and what bits I didn’t. I’d leave a taste, leave an odour somethin that’ll linger longer than the service – an emotional stain – |
| ELAYNE | my people would smell your bullshit – |
| AIMEE | that’s how I’d write your / eulogy. |
| ELAYNE | they’d know iss not bout me and embarrass you, their impression of me intact, solid amongst your written / shit. |
| AIMEE | I’d be honest boutchu not harsh – not too harsh, but / honest. |
| ELAYNE | They’d know and you wouldn’t be invited – |
| AIMEE | you wouldn’t know if I’d be there |
| ELAYNE | getchu barred. |
| AIMEE | By who? You gonna have bouncers on the doors-of-your-demise? Even more – see – even more bout ‘Who the fuck she think she is with security?’ |
| ELAYNE | Get it written in you ent got no entry… People like you wouldn’t be invited. |
| AIMEE | Like me who? |
| ELAYNE | Like / you. |
| AIMEE | Who am I like? |
| ELAYNE | (quietly) …Y’not like no one I know. |
| AIMEE | What? |
| ELAYNE | Y’not like no one I / know. |
| AIMEE | I aint like no one you know, that’s right. I’m unique. Who you know? Who you invitin? Who’d you know to invite even? |
| Beat. |
| You’d want me there. |
| ELAYNE | …You’d have to do the inviting – |
| AIMEE | what? |
| ELAYNE | …You’d have to do the inviting – |
| AIMEE | (s... |