NATALIE: (Sprawled on HER bed which is cluttered with books, clothes and stuffed animals.  She is writing a letter.)  Dear Teen Girl magazine advisor. I have a problem with my boyfriend...

TRACY:  (Sitting at a very neat desk typing a letter.) ...his clothes leave much to be desired in the fashion sense.  For one thing...

KATIE: (Writing at a school desk.) ...he's dating other girls.  I think.  Last night...

BARBARA: (Writing at a lab table surrounded by equipment.) ...at a party he talked to other girls while I just sat there...

DONNA: (In a fast food uniform writing on HER order pad.)...feeling so put down while all the other guys laughed...

NATALIE:  ...at the spaghetti running down his...

TRACY: ...pants which are way too...

DONNA: ...cruel to me.  I really think that...

BARBARA: ...science must have the answer.  If I could just get...

NATALIE: ...frozen yogurt into a mustache and...

TRACY: ...tennis shoes into...

DONNA: ...my face.  This is only when we're...

KATIE: ...burping.  Which I could live with if there weren't so much...

BARBARA: ...electricity everywhere.  Now the computer...

TRACY: ...in his pocket could surely be...

DONNA: ...kept to himself.  Besides, he already has enough...

NATALIE: ...spinach all over the table like it's some...

KATIE: ...more attractive girl.  So, my questions...

DONNA: ...is...

BARBARA: ...can...

TRACY: ...he...

NATALIE: ...be...

ALL GIRLS: ...changed?

DONNA: Please send me an answer soon since my girl-friends and I are going to get together and talk about this.  Signed, Desperate Donna.

BARBARA: Bunsen Burner Barbara.

NATALIE: Natalie, the Wash Cloth.

KATIE: Does He Really Care Katie.

TRACY: Sincerely, Tracy Lowell.  P.S.  I am enclosing my resume for your files as I will be attending college next year and after graduation will be seeking employment as an advertising executive with a magazine such as yours.

 

(Blackout.)