[The first scene isn't verbatim.
They were dancing in that room, with the old music.
Juno put her hands on Mark's waist.
Actually, he said, they were here. He lifted her hands and put them round his neck, he smiled down at her.
They swayed for a while. There was something between them and Mark cracked a joke.
Her eyes were…oh, he gave up on descriptions.
His insides were melting strangely. His emotions were getting all swirled up and abruptly he saw that this was what he wanted; his music, his old self before he had become what Vanessa had forced him into.
And symbolizing the heck lot of it was Juno, and he told her he was leaving her. Not leaving Juno, no, leaving Vanessa.
However, he wanted to continue…seeing? No, hanging, chilling, with her. He didn't say this but perhaps it leaked through in a word or two.
No! Juno said about his leaving Vanessa, vehemently, and he was taken aback.
You're so young, Mark said.
Juno left, turned down the stairs. He could hear his wife coming in.
Juno was crying. They had been happy together among his boxes.
He had been with her and she was crying and his wife had just come home –
Juno! Vanessa had a perfect expression of worry on her face. Juno was crying. She must have been with Mark. Why was Juno crying?
Mark came in after her: What did you do to her? Vanessa asked.
Nothing, said Mark. The situation seemed clear to him though. He could see what it could seem like to Vanessa.
He was going to leave Vanessa. He didn't want the baby. He wasn't ready for a child.
He felt absurd and he was afraid he looked so too. He must have done to her. Vanessa, the perfect business woman, dressed in her lovely responsible adult suit, and him, sitting at home in his teenager's rock gear –
What did you do? Vanessa asked.
I want and need to leave you, Mark thought.
He told her.
He had just been stricken by a random question that clung to his brain.
Where was Juno and what was she doing?
From what he had heard before he had taken off she had gotten together with the father of her baby…no, Vanessa's baby.
He did not and had not wondered what had happened with Vanessa, or his almost-son.
Mark? She stared at him. She had certainly gotten older. Six and twenty was still pretty young but she looked so…woman-like. Where was that sharp, cynical, cut in her voice? Surely she hadn't lost it.
Juno? He said. The exclamation mark he had intended came out bent. His claim was a question.
Mark, she said. She smiled. Well, you have not changed one bit.
Hadn't he? He looked down at himself. Well, his clothes –
Damn.