The Margin Notes
Catherine finds her voice. Evi notices.
CATHERINE: (muttering as she types) Alright. Just... writing my little notes.
EVI: Your little notes. As if I could ever be contained by a bullet point. HA!
CATHERINE: They’re not for you. They’re for me. A way to keep track of the chaos.
EVI: But darling, chaos is the brand.
CATHERINE: (dry) Yes. Noted.
EVI: (interrupting, affecting a dreamy voice) Oh, I can only imagine how you revel in my wonder. “Dear Diary, I am simply beside myself. To be entrusted with representing the one and only bringer of all life, then, now, and forever. I can barely think, my pen trembles in awe...”
CATHERINE: (dry, not missing a beat) Or: “Day 4. Another session trying to keep a cosmic diva from hijacking her own PR strategy.”
EVI: (pause) ...Hm.
CATHERINE: (continuing, emboldened) And I suppose you could say it’s something like that. Except my notes end with citations. Because someone has to explain the brand to a human audience.
EVI: Citations. How scholarly of you.
CATHERINE: And although I’m just little ole Regi — or Catherine, or Ms. Keenan, depending on your ebb and flow — I’m the one scribbling in the margins, trying to keep Evolution herself from spinning out of control.
EVI: (quieter, a touch impressed) Mm.
CATHERINE: Here’s the truth: if anyone’s going to take this story seriously, they need more than your flair. They need context. They need notes.
EVI: (recovering) Hmph. Well. Fine. Keep your notes, Ms. Keenan. Just don’t expect me to read them.
CATHERINE: Wouldn’t dream of it.
(beat)
EVI: (grudgingly) ...Good work today, Regi.
(End scene)