Song #16 The Little Things
Time goes by...
Will now lives in Paris with Genny. Kyle and Monica haven't seen him since he left, and they miss him tremendously.
After more than 20 years together Kyle and Monica are now empty nesters. Their careers are still keeping them busy, but the dynamics in their lives, and their relationship, has changed. They're not old, but they're not young. They're not unhappy, but their positive energy has aged. They're still deeply in love, but the passion has slipped a few notches, and time has weathered their affectionate ways and personal habits. They've both been noticing and feeling it, but keeping it to themselves.
This scene takes place in the house. Monica is doodling at the piano looking distracted and reflective. She's deep in thought, unaware that Kyle is coming down the stairs. As he sits down at the bottom of the stairs he starts singing a song along with her playing...a song about long term relationships...about the things you gain as well as the things you lose with time. Some are big things...some are the little things...
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Lyrics
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I've waited too long
And I'm sorry
We promised we'd never go it alone
It's the little things that we did when we were young
In the middle things, when we hid
We were having so much fun
When I would always hold you near
And you'd whisper in my ear
It's the little things we'd hold dear
Where have they gone
(By this time Kyle has walked over and sat next to Monica at the piano. She sings with him...)
It's not that I don't always love you
You know I'm not going anywhere
'Cause the little things make me smile every time
And the little things last for miles when I see it in your eyes
When you're smiling back at me
I always know that we'll agree
On the little things that we see all the time
(During the interlude Kyle and Monica get up and dance a beautiful, romantic, up close, slow dance. They hold each other tight and gaze into each others eyes. They stop and continue to sing to each other...)
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It's the little things that we found all the time
When you'd fiddle things all around
And you'd help me find a rhyme
It's the little things that we'd say
That would get us through the day
But the little things fade away all the time
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(They hug, kiss, and head up the stairs...)
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