Read Exclusive Script Excerpt and Watch Video of Scott Alan's THE JOURNEY

Award-winning songwriter Scott Alan's one-man show, The Journey, features music that's been a magnet for some of the world's greatest singers by one of the most exciting songwriters and storytellers celebrated on both sides of the Atlantic.

Told with disarming honesty, The Journey charts the writer's story through sexual awakening, battles with physical and mental health and loss in a show that is both timely and inspirational. THE JOURNEY runs 27-30 December and 3-8 January at Live at Zedel at Crazy Coqs. For tickets and more information, visit: https://www.brasseriezedel.com/live-atzedel/scott-alan

Read an exclusive script excerpt below

Billy was slowing down tremendously.

My boy was part teenager, part baby. He loved to be coddled but hated to be cuddled. Billy was my son. Don't call him my dog. You'd be insulting our relationship.

At 14 and a 1/2, he had quit the adventure. Blind at 9, my little guy inspired me every day. He would search for bones, hide them out, search again and leave them till night time. Both of us were night time eaters, what can I say? It didn't matter how many times he banged his head into a wall, he didn't give up trying to find where he had hidden his treat. He was a determined boy.

We had been through a lifetime together. LA, NYC, Nashville, Florida. He came along for every single ride.

On September 15th, I brought him to the vet for a minor issue that concerned me. I still remember thinking 'Don't forget to get him more heart worm pills before heading out.' Never in a million years did I think I'd leave without him.

I struggled for a long time about what authority I had to play God. Though there was an obvious decline in health, from the outside eye there wasn't a tremendous amount of pain. But the X-ray showed that he was bleeding internally and had tumors that were spreading from his abdomen to his lungs.

Grief is so difficult. While the one who passes gets to go on to this better place that we always hear about, we're down here trying to recognize this new form of silence in our home.

And it was silent.

I didn't shower or leave my apartment for days. I was lonely. I was angry. Hating everybody who was posting photos on instagram of their perfect, filtered, life. I slept. I drank. I took valium. I screamed. I threw things. I printed out photos of him and I and plastered them on my wall. I slept with his winter coat. I laid his collar on my piano.

And I wrote.

I AM OK

STILL SNIFFING THINGS OUT

I'VE ALREADY MET SO MANY PEOPLE

YOU TOLD ME ABOUT

AND I HAVE FRIENDS

LIKE BACK AT HOME

THEY HAVE SHOWED ME ALL THESE SPOTS TO RUN

AND WHERE TO HIDE MY BONES

IT'S AMAZING HERE

THERE'S SNACKS, THERE'S TOYS

SO MANY THINGS TO DO

PLEASE DON'T WORRY DADDY ABOUT ME

THOUGH, I'M WORRIED ABOUT YOU

I KNOW HOW IT HARD IT MUST HAVE BEEN

TO MAKE THAT CHOICE FOR ME

BUT KNOW THE CHOICE YOU MADE WAS RIGHT

CAUSE UP HERE I CAN SEE

GRANDMA IS HERE

SHE'S EXCITED FOR FALL

SHE'LL BE PAINTING WITH THOSE AUTUMN COLORS

WE HUNG ON OUR WALLS

THOUGH I MISS YOU, IT'S STRANGE

I FEEL I'M AT EASE

AND UP HERE YOU GET TO CHOSE YOUR HEAVEN

SO MINE HAS LOTS OF BREEZE

BUT I SEE YOU DOWN THERE CRYING

ARE YOU SAD WITHOUT ME THERE?

PLEASE DON'T WORRY DADDY ABOUT ME

I'M HAPPY DAD, I SWEAR

THERE'S NO ONE WHO COULD TAKE YOUR PLACE

YOU'RE STILL MY BESTEST FRIEND

AND BELIEVE THAT WHEN THE TIME IS RIGHT

THAT YOU'LL SEE ME AGAIN

SEND GRANDMA MY LOVE

AND AUNT TATTY, TOO

AND REMEMBER DADDY

I WUV YOU

Watch Scott Alan's A LETTER FROM BILLY below

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