He's just fiction for now but soon he'll be springing to his feet
bouncing off my Apple screen...
leaping from my Final Draft program,
and -- he'll start to scream his dialogue at me...
                                 (PROTAGONIST)
"******* barefoot Mary Joseph n' John
what n' the limey beans took you so long----
What?! All to give me a **** voice?!
You haven't even given me a choice - mate!
Come on...come on..hurry up
we've got one heck of a writing date!
I've been locked up in here - like forever---
all up inside your brain...
while you were...What?!
trying to come up with a title n' What?!
My **** name!"
I'll have to answer him...
                                     (ME)
"I know, I know --
I'm slow...
it's just this whole time
                   (a beat)
I was carefully crafting your backstory
I wanted to give some obstacles
give you some powers n' incredible force
so you'd have a way to chart your course...
then rise like Hercules or Thor - you know
to give you some kind of wonderful glory
I wanted to give you a fantastic story!"
I was...
In Search of __All of The Above
Last but not least...
I wanted you to fall in Love."
                                 (PROTAGONIST)
Is that why you've got me all dressed up
like I'm going to ****** church?
Man, these shoes make me feel like Lurch...
                                (ME)
Wait! Did I just hear you say feel?
                                (PROTAGONIST)
Yeah, like -- duh! Don't you know ....
you've just made me real?