February 2024

The Superhero and the Web Reality

Altenir Silva

Fade in. After viewing photos of my cousin with his wife and sons at Sardi's in the Theater District in Manhattan, along with some self-help affirmations and political jokes, I went on my jog in Central Park.
Suddenly, I realized that I had lost my keys. I retraced my steps, constantly scanning the ground in an attempt to find them. Looking down on the
place, I spotted a red line leading away from a shrub. I approached it and encountered something horrific. Like a scene from Law and Order, behind the shrub lay the lifeless body of a woman. I quickly retrieved my glasses and took a closer look. To my shock, it was Laura Kramer, the renowned Victoria's Secret angel. Fade.

A strong light on my face woke me up. I was lying on a surgical table with some people looking at me. Then, one of them, maybe the lead doctor, said to me, "If you want to change your story, you can choose another writer."

Next, two beautiful nurses started to dance with repetitions in their movements. Soon, the doctor, the man in charge, approached me and said, "It happens that any writer could save you!" To which one of the nurses replied, "Fascism won! The world, at that moment, had an order." Then, another nurse came close to my ear and whispered, "The polarization is over!"

So, John Travolta, as Vincent Vega from Pulp Fiction, entered the room and began looking in all directions as if he were searching for something. The doctor and the nurse dancers rushed to him euphorically. I seized the opportunity to escape without being interrogated by a motivational coach who went like this: "The power is inside you, but the powerful men are against you. You have to dive into your mediocrity to understand the reason for emotion and rational emotion." I pushed this madman and started running. Suddenly, the alarm blared, and I kept running away from there. Fade.

Soon, I reached the street. Cut to my apartment, where I picked up some milk and grabbed a gourmet cookie I had made from a recipe. However, just as I was about to enjoy them, I was interrupted by a knock on the window. Confused, I opened the window and saw a man in a blue uniform with a mask that had slits for eyes. The man said, "I'm the Callman!" Scared to death, I asked, "Call what?" The man quickly replied, "Callman, the superhero who is ready to take care of boys and girls who have strange dreams." Still incredulous, I asked, "Am I dreaming?" Callman responded, "I'm here to save your dream." The superhero went on, "Kid, I'll protect you against Doctor Reality. This villain loves to shatter dreams. But I'm here to let you dream. Doctor Reality will never destroy your adventure in WWII. I'll take you to Omaha Beach, Normandy, on Tuesday, June 6, 1944, D-Day. Follow me!" "It's your dream." I protested, "I never wanted to be in a war!" Then Callman said, "But you always watched war movies. Trust me! It will be great." With that matter full of nonsense, I decided to play along and asked, "What should I do?" Callman responded, "Close your eyes!" I did, and a moment later, I heard Callman say, "Open your eyes!"

I opened my eyes and found myself holding a gun, running toward the beach alongside other soldiers. As they reached the beach, they were attacked by gunfire and explosions. Suddenly, I saw someone who caught my attention and cried out, "Tom Hanks?"

At that moment, Callman called me to enter a cavern. I hesitated, torn between staying there to have a conversation with the eternal Forrest Gump or following the hero. Nevertheless, before I could make a decision, Callman punched me and dragged me into the cave. Fade.

Inside that place, I saw many couples engaging in sexual activity: men with women, men with men, and women with women. There was a lot of screaming and moaning. It was impossible not to get excited. Suddenly, two naked men and two naked women came running to my side, shouting, "Get him!" I started to run, run, run, like a defensive player intercepting the ball and advancing to score a touchdown. However, after crossing the
'goal line,' I don't know how to explain, but I ended up on the stage of the Met Opera.

There, I discovered that I was in the first act of the opera Don Giovanni by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, during the duet 'La ci darem la mano,' and suddenly, the baritone suffered a heart attack and collapsed on the ground. Soon chaos took over the place: lights flickered on, people were shocked, a man shouted from the audience, "I am a doctor!" It was the same doctor from the dancing nurses. Dissolve to.

Before things could get worse, thankfully, I found my keys in my mind – which I had lost in Central Park. I shut off my MacBook, cleared my head, and went to read the book, 'The Secret Life of Walter Mitty' by James Thurber, in the hope of finding a bit of reality. Fade to black.




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Altenir Silva is a Brazilian playwright and screenwriter working in mass media and communications, including Cinema, Theater, Television and the Web. His texts and scripts - both fiction and reality-based - have been presented , produced and performed in the US, the UK, and Brazil.
For more of his writings in Scene4, check the Archives.

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