CHARADE
5 Characters
1 Woman. 4 men, although the stage manager could be a woman.
Simple Set
43 pages
Performed at the Dowling College Performing Arts Center as a student production.
The Director/Writer of this play is creating the play as the audience watches.
What enfolds is the creation that seems to be originating in his head.
But the characters often do not like how they’re being written and rebel, or think they’re rebelling, when that is actually what is being written.
The characters attempt to define themselves, as the Director/Writer writes, but are not writing their lines – he is.
Or is he?
As the Director creates his play the characters go further into their thoughts, feelings, philosophies of life, art, theater and who they are as independent beings, called characters – until the Director/Writer has writer’s block.
His creations feel trapped in their lines that seem to be in a play within a play, where no one seems to know who is really writing it – are they writing it or is the writer writing it?
The Stage Manager in the audience, in the dark, gives them their lines when they go off script. But the Characters don’t often like the lines being given to them, yet have no choice but to say them.
Even though the confusion is what is actually written in the script.
Were they written by the Writer/Director, or the Characters in his head, that speak as he listens and writes what they say on the page, or, maybe something else is going on – something else is actually creating the characters in his head, that he listens to and writes down, but takes credit for.
Except when the characters dislike what he’s writing. Or he dislikes what he’s writing.
Charade was an experiment in Metatheater although I was going beyond that.
Being a writer, actor and director I became keenly aware of the fine line between what humanity is, and what character is. We study the creation of character, in acting – but that soon becomes clearly limited to what we’re really trying to understand.
The human being’s inner experience is or “can be” vast, connected to all that is – in some ethereal if not intellectual way.
Character is limiting down from that vast potentiality – labeling characteristics, past experiences and education that to become “the characters” they are – defining specific ways of thinking, responding, acting, hiding, lying etc. All limitations of limitations rather than possibilities of possibilities.
Within that conflict, when writing a play, one becomes aware of the characters seeming to know what to say and do beyond the writer’s control – be it parts of the writer’s subconscious, or, working through conscious conflicts and ideas, the characters and the writer are doing a dance. Or perhaps we are just channeling something from something somewhere.
As the Director attempts to shape the play about a play, being written by him, or perhaps the characters in his mind in the play, or, someone else – the actual playwright – ME who wrote all of them. But am I the creator because I have written the play, or just a conduit for something beyond myself.
These tiers and textures, levels and dimensions, permeate and create The Charade of our existence, as we grapple to better understand who or what is really in control, what we can potentially experience if we’re open to possibility, and how we hide from that by boxing in our characterizations – and tell one another who we are.
Charade, is fun, and thought provoking, and can use physicalized theatrical staging withing the fluent dialogue that dances between the Writer/Director and his creations.
To read Excerpts from the play, click Read More below.
Note that formatting in the excerpts are not centered, and instead, left justified.
The PDF of the the play is in correct format.
EXCERPT 1
THE SET
A bare completely black stage. Floors, backdrops, black. A small four by four-foot platform that represents a stage, with steps leading down from all four sides, sits dead center stage. No other set pieces exist. Any indicated prop is to be mimed by the actors.
AT RISE
The lights on the platform rise slowly revealing the character playing the Director entering from the dark upstage area. He climbs the upper stairs slowly and steps onto the center of the platform. He’s thinking and is holding a script out in front of him, reading and looking up, reading and looking up again. He has a pen in his writing hand. He looks at the audience.
DIRECTOR
(as he’s entering)
A Man enters quietly. Looks at the audience. Smiles. Stops smiling. Describes the set in detail. A bare black stage with nothing surrounding it but black, creating the illusion of eternity. The stage is bare. Here is a black border around a large, grey rectangle and a small, four foot by four foot, mini-stage within the larger stage, up center, also painted black. The stage within a stage has stairs leading down from all four sides. One spot of light center stage creating an almost ghost-like resonance, light bouncing off the floor.
One spot of light rises center stage creating an almost ghost-like resonance.
DIRECTOR
The characters are, Director, that is me. Woman, a Woman. Man, a Man. And Child, a male or female about twenty. He looks at his empty white pad. Only the stage directions written on it. I am the writer and director of this play. What you are about to see is a play in the making. That is, a play that will be written by me, in front of your eyes. After all, it is a mirror. A reflection. And we, the characters in the play are creating the play as we go along. He pauses again. Tonight, you and I, and the other characters you will meet shortly, are creating an illusion together. The play. I sit and begin to let the characters speak on the page. As I write, a Woman enters. Stage right.
A Woman enters.
WOMAN
Enter a Woman dressed in a dress crosses down stage center and speaks to the audience. I am a character. I am definable. You too are characters and definable in your characterization of yourself. All of us, here, in this room, are characters. You are characters watching me, a character perform in a play about character. However, and I must point this out, I am not the character you think I am. I am a character, like you, creating a character, here, performing. You watching me are also human. As I am. We could say that all of us are human beings, acting as characters in the play of life, some watching a play, others within the play, where characters are acting like other characters, for the characters watching the play from a seat in their play of life, where they have many roles – one being a patient audience member. But I don’t want to confuse you. Pause. So I’ll just say I’m a character in a play you paid to see and so we’ll get on with the show. She exits left.
(No further stage directions will be given, other than those spoken by the characters. As they speak them, the action, light change or other direction happens.)
DIRECTOR
I don’t know if this idea is going to work. An impulse. A Man enters…
MAN
A Man enters from off stage right, to balance the Woman exiting off stage left. He stops downstage center. Looks at the audience for a very long time in silence until they laugh. Then speaks to them directly. I am a Man playing a Man in the play you are watching. In life, it seems I am insignificant. But here, in this world of the play, I am the leading role.W
WOMAN
You are not.
DIRECTOR
No dear, the line isn’t you are not, it’s bullshit.
WOMAN
(meekly enters)
Oh, I’m sorry.
The actress playing Child enters.
CHILD
The Child enters, crosses to the small stage. Sits.
DIRECTOR
Tableau. a soft blue light on them.
A soft blue light rises on them.
CHILD
The play we, the characters in this play play, is a farce…
WOMAN
Serio comed…
CHILD
Farce…
WOMAN
Serio…
CHILD
Never mind. It’s a play.
MAN
I think it’s time to cut the blue lights and get on with the play.
Blue lights out fast.
DIRECTOR
NO. I’m only exploring this idea. I want the play to have an open, curious atmosphere.
CHILD
The play will begin, introduce a crisis, and be resolved.
DIRECTOR
There is no beginning middle or end. Everyone wants to define everything because really, there is no definition other than the illusion of definitions. We contrive air to postpone the reality of our death.
Pause.
DIRECTOR
Yes, that’s a thought. We are on a rock. Floating in a vacuum of endless space. And we have had to survive as scrounging for some kind of identity. Yet it is through identifying illusions we’ve so accepted as our only reality that we can find the essential meaning of our lives. Blue
Lights shift to red.
Blue lights shift to red.
EXCERPT 2
CHILD
Maybe if we analyzed the text?
MAN
I read the book and interpreted the play. I memorized the damn thing but I still have no answer to my part. I am an actor playing the character, who is seeking to know which is beyond the role. I am fearing that the character in the play is not more complex than me, the actor playing him.
CHILD
You’re an actor playing a badly written character – to director apologetically – thus far thus far. I know you can do it. Better. Hopefully.
MAN
I am not, badly written.
CHILD
You are flawed, characteristically. But it’s not your fault it’s his. Or whoever wrote the script or made him, or him, or…
DIRECTOR
…WHAT IS IT YOU WANT TO KNOW?
MAN
Am I the actor playing the character finding myself in the role? Or the role in myself?
DIRECTOR
Both.
MAN
Or, is it that life is transformed in some small way given meaning through taking part in the theatrical event?
STAGE MANAGER
No. I’m sorry the line was…
MAN
OH SHUT UP YOU’RE NOT EVEN IN THE PLAY FOR GOD’S SAKE IF THERE’S A GOD AND THERE PROBABLY ISN’T. I DON’T GIVE A GOOD GOD DAMNED WHAT THE LINE WAS I’M CONFUSED AND I’M TERRIFIED… I CAN WRITE MY OWN LINES. HE WEEPS AND FALLS IN THE CHAIR THAT DOESN’T EXIST ONLY A PLATFORM HE PRETENDS IS A CHAIR AND THE AUDIENCE BUY IT.
CHILD
I’ve got it. We are only characters in a limited play!
STAGE MANAGER
No, that’s not the line.
Everything stops. Long Pause and looks of bewilderment on all of their faces.
CHILD
Oh, what is it?
STAGE MANAGER
Uh… We are only characters in a limited play!
CHILD
THAT’S WHAT I SAID.
DIRECTOR
That’s not what I wrote you’re reading it incorrectly.
Pause.
EXCERPT 3
WOMAN
Thank you… To audience. He’s sorry don’t kill us. Or give us a bad review please. It hurts when you do that. We’re doing the best we can with what we have here – fundamentally we’re all just chimps throwing our shit at one another trying to pretend we’re important, face it.
CHILD
All these thoughts. Feelings.
MAN
But where do they go once we speak or feel them?
CHILD
Out there… Pause. Or in here, points to her head.
DIRECTOR
Rises. As he does, the actors stop. The theater becomes filled with stars. An absolute stillness exists. No motion. The set fades out making the three characters appear to be hovering in space. Director attempting to dig deeper into this idea, sits and writes.
MAN
Characters live again as they break from their imposed tableaus but realize they’re floating in what seems to be an abyss… Another beat in the play?
WOMAN
A new thought?
DIRECTOR
A new moment.
CHILD
You know what bothers me about this play?
MAN
What?
CHILD
You never know if what’s really happening is really happening or if what’s really happening is being made up.
WOMAN
Why bother doing this at all?
CHILD
Actions?
MAN
Movements?
WOMAN
Words. Interactions. Costumes, Make-up. Reviews. Stardom. Money?
MAN
How about just to continue?
CHILD
It depends on the interpretation.
DIRECTOR
Of the interpretation.
MAN
Right, as long as we interpret we’re not alone in an abyss.
WOMAN
It’s all in how you chose to see it.
MAN
Can we really accept this?
WOMAN
Accept what?
MAN
This abyss we exist in?
DIRECTOR
Stars out, fade up general spot lights. Beat. Alright, let’s take it back.
MAN
From where?
DIRECTOR
There.
WOMAN
Where?
DIRECTOR
Right from there…
ALL
…WHERE?
DIRECTOR
That moment, a human being filled with all that ever was or will be…
STAGE MANAGER
THOSE AREN’T THE LINES!
DIRECTOR
Sorry, I meant “as far away as the farthest point in eternity, and as close as your own heart. Why isn’t that enough?” Right?
STAGE MANAGER
Closer.
DIRECTOR
I read the line so it has to be right.
STAGE MANAGER
You read it almost right. It’s OK, for now don’t fire me please I have a Macy’s bill I have to pay for they’re sending me to collections. OK?
MAN
Because we’re human. I need less than eternity. I can’t do anything with eternity. I need substance. I need parameters!
DIRECTOR
Let’s stop this charade, we have schedules.
MAN
What is your purpose of putting us on this stage?
WOMAN
ANSWER US OR I SWEAR, WE’LL MAKE SOMETHING UP.
Director is confused, and silent.
CHILD
NO ANSWER AGAIN? NO ANSWER!!!
ALL
THEY TURN THEIR BACKS ON HIM.
DIRECTOR
No don’t do that. Shit, writers block! Pause. To them. What is the problem?
ALL
WORDS. TOO MAN GODDAMN WORDS. NO TRADITIONAL PLOT DAMN IT!!!
DIRECTOR
I DON’T WANT A PLOT. I WANT TO FIND OUT WHAT I DON’T KNOW. A PLOT IS CONTRIVED. THERE’S A STORY IN EACH MOMENT. EACH MOMENT MAKES UP THE EVENT. ONE MOMENT MOVES TO THE NEXT IN A TRANSFORMATION, A TRANSITION, AN EVOLUTION JUST LIKE LIFE. DOES YOUR LIFE HAVE A PLOT? REALLY? DO YOU GET UP AND SAY TODAY THE STORY GOES LIKE THIS AND THESE ARE THE SCENES IN THE PLAY?
ALL
WE NEED OUR CHARACTERS AND OUR OBJECTIVES TO HAVE AN IDENTITY IT’S NOT REAL LIFE IT’S A PLAY – YOU’RE WRITING IT. WE TOLD YOU THAT. YOU DIDN’T LET US SPEAK. YOU DIDN’T LISTEN TO US. WHAT MAKES YOU THINK YOU HAVE THAT RIGHT?
EXCERPT 4
CHILD
I feel it… The last… moment?
WOMAN
Not the last… moment?
MAN
The … last … moment..?
CHILD
Long pause. Terrified. Pause again. But what happens… after the play?
DIRECTOR
Perhaps there is no play. Only an experience. Pause. Standing, on the mini-stage, the characters look at each other. Then away. Stop, in tableau, looking out over the audience in different directions, each neatly lit by a thin blue spot that rises slowly as all other lights fade. The Director sits at their feet, on the edge of the stage within the stage, in the play within the play, within life. No words for a long …moment. The stars remain in the theater, motionless. A dark, loneliness, surrounds the players and the audience. Director crosses slowly downstage to the audience, framed neatly by his creations upstage of him in a new pool of light he seems to step into down stage center. He looks at the audience. Smiles reassuringly. We’re all the creation of something. Let’s just leave at that for now. The lights fade out very very slowly.
End of Play
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5 Characters
1 Woman. 4 men, although the stage manager could be a woman.
Simple Set
43 pages
Performed at the Dowling College Performing Arts Center as a student production.
The Director/Writer of this play is creating the play as the audience watches.
What enfolds is the creation that seems to be originating in his head.
But the characters often do not like how they’re being written and rebel, or think they’re rebelling, when that is actually what is being written.
The characters attempt to define themselves, as the Director/Writer writes, but are not writing their lines – he is.
Or is he?
As the Director creates his play the characters go further into their thoughts, feelings, philosophies of life, art, theater and who they are as independent beings, called characters – until the Director/Writer has writer’s block.
His creations feel trapped in their lines that seem to be in a play within a play, where no one seems to know who is really writing it – are they writing it or is the writer writing it?
The Stage Manager in the audience, in the dark, gives them their lines when they go off script. But the Characters don’t often like the lines being given to them, yet have no choice but to say them.
Even though the confusion is what is actually written in the script.
Were they written by the Writer/Director, or the Characters in his head, that speak as he listens and writes what they say on the page, or, maybe something else is going on – something else is actually creating the characters in his head, that he listens to and writes down, but takes credit for.
Except when the characters dislike what he’s writing. Or he dislikes what he’s writing.
Charade was an experiment in Metatheater although I was going beyond that.
Being a writer, actor and director I became keenly aware of the fine line between what humanity is, and what character is. We study the creation of character, in acting – but that soon becomes clearly limited to what we’re really trying to understand.
The human being’s inner experience is or “can be” vast, connected to all that is – in some ethereal if not intellectual way.
Character is limiting down from that vast potentiality – labeling characteristics, past experiences and education that to become “the characters” they are – defining specific ways of thinking, responding, acting, hiding, lying etc. All limitations of limitations rather than possibilities of possibilities.
Within that conflict, when writing a play, one becomes aware of the characters seeming to know what to say and do beyond the writer’s control – be it parts of the writer’s subconscious, or, working through conscious conflicts and ideas, the characters and the writer are doing a dance. Or perhaps we are just channeling something from something somewhere.
As the Director attempts to shape the play about a play, being written by him, or perhaps the characters in his mind in the play, or, someone else – the actual playwright – ME who wrote all of them. But am I the creator because I have written the play, or just a conduit for something beyond myself.
These tiers and textures, levels and dimensions, permeate and create The Charade of our existence, as we grapple to better understand who or what is really in control, what we can potentially experience if we’re open to possibility, and how we hide from that by boxing in our characterizations – and tell one another who we are.
Charade, is fun, and thought provoking, and can use physicalized theatrical staging withing the fluent dialogue that dances between the Writer/Director and his creations.
To read Excerpts from the play, click Read More below.
Note that formatting in the excerpts are not centered, and instead, left justified.
The PDF of the the play is in correct format.
EXCERPT 1
THE SET
A bare completely black stage. Floors, backdrops, black. A small four by four-foot platform that represents a stage, with steps leading down from all four sides, sits dead center stage. No other set pieces exist. Any indicated prop is to be mimed by the actors.
AT RISE
The lights on the platform rise slowly revealing the character playing the Director entering from the dark upstage area. He climbs the upper stairs slowly and steps onto the center of the platform. He’s thinking and is holding a script out in front of him, reading and looking up, reading and looking up again. He has a pen in his writing hand. He looks at the audience.
DIRECTOR
(as he’s entering)
A Man enters quietly. Looks at the audience. Smiles. Stops smiling. Describes the set in detail. A bare black stage with nothing surrounding it but black, creating the illusion of eternity. The stage is bare. Here is a black border around a large, grey rectangle and a small, four foot by four foot, mini-stage within the larger stage, up center, also painted black. The stage within a stage has stairs leading down from all four sides. One spot of light center stage creating an almost ghost-like resonance, light bouncing off the floor.
One spot of light rises center stage creating an almost ghost-like resonance.
DIRECTOR
The characters are, Director, that is me. Woman, a Woman. Man, a Man. And Child, a male or female about twenty. He looks at his empty white pad. Only the stage directions written on it. I am the writer and director of this play. What you are about to see is a play in the making. That is, a play that will be written by me, in front of your eyes. After all, it is a mirror. A reflection. And we, the characters in the play are creating the play as we go along. He pauses again. Tonight, you and I, and the other characters you will meet shortly, are creating an illusion together. The play. I sit and begin to let the characters speak on the page. As I write, a Woman enters. Stage right.
A Woman enters.
WOMAN
Enter a Woman dressed in a dress crosses down stage center and speaks to the audience. I am a character. I am definable. You too are characters and definable in your characterization of yourself. All of us, here, in this room, are characters. You are characters watching me, a character perform in a play about character. However, and I must point this out, I am not the character you think I am. I am a character, like you, creating a character, here, performing. You watching me are also human. As I am. We could say that all of us are human beings, acting as characters in the play of life, some watching a play, others within the play, where characters are acting like other characters, for the characters watching the play from a seat in their play of life, where they have many roles – one being a patient audience member. But I don’t want to confuse you. Pause. So I’ll just say I’m a character in a play you paid to see and so we’ll get on with the show. She exits left.
(No further stage directions will be given, other than those spoken by the characters. As they speak them, the action, light change or other direction happens.)
DIRECTOR
I don’t know if this idea is going to work. An impulse. A Man enters…
MAN
A Man enters from off stage right, to balance the Woman exiting off stage left. He stops downstage center. Looks at the audience for a very long time in silence until they laugh. Then speaks to them directly. I am a Man playing a Man in the play you are watching. In life, it seems I am insignificant. But here, in this world of the play, I am the leading role.W
WOMAN
You are not.
DIRECTOR
No dear, the line isn’t you are not, it’s bullshit.
WOMAN
(meekly enters)
Oh, I’m sorry.
The actress playing Child enters.
CHILD
The Child enters, crosses to the small stage. Sits.
DIRECTOR
Tableau. a soft blue light on them.
A soft blue light rises on them.
CHILD
The play we, the characters in this play play, is a farce…
WOMAN
Serio comed…
CHILD
Farce…
WOMAN
Serio…
CHILD
Never mind. It’s a play.
MAN
I think it’s time to cut the blue lights and get on with the play.
Blue lights out fast.
DIRECTOR
NO. I’m only exploring this idea. I want the play to have an open, curious atmosphere.
CHILD
The play will begin, introduce a crisis, and be resolved.
DIRECTOR
There is no beginning middle or end. Everyone wants to define everything because really, there is no definition other than the illusion of definitions. We contrive air to postpone the reality of our death.
Pause.
DIRECTOR
Yes, that’s a thought. We are on a rock. Floating in a vacuum of endless space. And we have had to survive as scrounging for some kind of identity. Yet it is through identifying illusions we’ve so accepted as our only reality that we can find the essential meaning of our lives. Blue
Lights shift to red.
Blue lights shift to red.
EXCERPT 2
CHILD
Maybe if we analyzed the text?
MAN
I read the book and interpreted the play. I memorized the damn thing but I still have no answer to my part. I am an actor playing the character, who is seeking to know which is beyond the role. I am fearing that the character in the play is not more complex than me, the actor playing him.
CHILD
You’re an actor playing a badly written character – to director apologetically – thus far thus far. I know you can do it. Better. Hopefully.
MAN
I am not, badly written.
CHILD
You are flawed, characteristically. But it’s not your fault it’s his. Or whoever wrote the script or made him, or him, or…
DIRECTOR
…WHAT IS IT YOU WANT TO KNOW?
MAN
Am I the actor playing the character finding myself in the role? Or the role in myself?
DIRECTOR
Both.
MAN
Or, is it that life is transformed in some small way given meaning through taking part in the theatrical event?
STAGE MANAGER
No. I’m sorry the line was…
MAN
OH SHUT UP YOU’RE NOT EVEN IN THE PLAY FOR GOD’S SAKE IF THERE’S A GOD AND THERE PROBABLY ISN’T. I DON’T GIVE A GOOD GOD DAMNED WHAT THE LINE WAS I’M CONFUSED AND I’M TERRIFIED… I CAN WRITE MY OWN LINES. HE WEEPS AND FALLS IN THE CHAIR THAT DOESN’T EXIST ONLY A PLATFORM HE PRETENDS IS A CHAIR AND THE AUDIENCE BUY IT.
CHILD
I’ve got it. We are only characters in a limited play!
STAGE MANAGER
No, that’s not the line.
Everything stops. Long Pause and looks of bewilderment on all of their faces.
CHILD
Oh, what is it?
STAGE MANAGER
Uh… We are only characters in a limited play!
CHILD
THAT’S WHAT I SAID.
DIRECTOR
That’s not what I wrote you’re reading it incorrectly.
Pause.
EXCERPT 3
WOMAN
Thank you… To audience. He’s sorry don’t kill us. Or give us a bad review please. It hurts when you do that. We’re doing the best we can with what we have here – fundamentally we’re all just chimps throwing our shit at one another trying to pretend we’re important, face it.
CHILD
All these thoughts. Feelings.
MAN
But where do they go once we speak or feel them?
CHILD
Out there… Pause. Or in here, points to her head.
DIRECTOR
Rises. As he does, the actors stop. The theater becomes filled with stars. An absolute stillness exists. No motion. The set fades out making the three characters appear to be hovering in space. Director attempting to dig deeper into this idea, sits and writes.
MAN
Characters live again as they break from their imposed tableaus but realize they’re floating in what seems to be an abyss… Another beat in the play?
WOMAN
A new thought?
DIRECTOR
A new moment.
CHILD
You know what bothers me about this play?
MAN
What?
CHILD
You never know if what’s really happening is really happening or if what’s really happening is being made up.
WOMAN
Why bother doing this at all?
CHILD
Actions?
MAN
Movements?
WOMAN
Words. Interactions. Costumes, Make-up. Reviews. Stardom. Money?
MAN
How about just to continue?
CHILD
It depends on the interpretation.
DIRECTOR
Of the interpretation.
MAN
Right, as long as we interpret we’re not alone in an abyss.
WOMAN
It’s all in how you chose to see it.
MAN
Can we really accept this?
WOMAN
Accept what?
MAN
This abyss we exist in?
DIRECTOR
Stars out, fade up general spot lights. Beat. Alright, let’s take it back.
MAN
From where?
DIRECTOR
There.
WOMAN
Where?
DIRECTOR
Right from there…
ALL
…WHERE?
DIRECTOR
That moment, a human being filled with all that ever was or will be…
STAGE MANAGER
THOSE AREN’T THE LINES!
DIRECTOR
Sorry, I meant “as far away as the farthest point in eternity, and as close as your own heart. Why isn’t that enough?” Right?
STAGE MANAGER
Closer.
DIRECTOR
I read the line so it has to be right.
STAGE MANAGER
You read it almost right. It’s OK, for now don’t fire me please I have a Macy’s bill I have to pay for they’re sending me to collections. OK?
MAN
Because we’re human. I need less than eternity. I can’t do anything with eternity. I need substance. I need parameters!
DIRECTOR
Let’s stop this charade, we have schedules.
MAN
What is your purpose of putting us on this stage?
WOMAN
ANSWER US OR I SWEAR, WE’LL MAKE SOMETHING UP.
Director is confused, and silent.
CHILD
NO ANSWER AGAIN? NO ANSWER!!!
ALL
THEY TURN THEIR BACKS ON HIM.
DIRECTOR
No don’t do that. Shit, writers block! Pause. To them. What is the problem?
ALL
WORDS. TOO MAN GODDAMN WORDS. NO TRADITIONAL PLOT DAMN IT!!!
DIRECTOR
I DON’T WANT A PLOT. I WANT TO FIND OUT WHAT I DON’T KNOW. A PLOT IS CONTRIVED. THERE’S A STORY IN EACH MOMENT. EACH MOMENT MAKES UP THE EVENT. ONE MOMENT MOVES TO THE NEXT IN A TRANSFORMATION, A TRANSITION, AN EVOLUTION JUST LIKE LIFE. DOES YOUR LIFE HAVE A PLOT? REALLY? DO YOU GET UP AND SAY TODAY THE STORY GOES LIKE THIS AND THESE ARE THE SCENES IN THE PLAY?
ALL
WE NEED OUR CHARACTERS AND OUR OBJECTIVES TO HAVE AN IDENTITY IT’S NOT REAL LIFE IT’S A PLAY – YOU’RE WRITING IT. WE TOLD YOU THAT. YOU DIDN’T LET US SPEAK. YOU DIDN’T LISTEN TO US. WHAT MAKES YOU THINK YOU HAVE THAT RIGHT?
EXCERPT 4
CHILD
I feel it… The last… moment?
WOMAN
Not the last… moment?
MAN
The … last … moment..?
CHILD
Long pause. Terrified. Pause again. But what happens… after the play?
DIRECTOR
Perhaps there is no play. Only an experience. Pause. Standing, on the mini-stage, the characters look at each other. Then away. Stop, in tableau, looking out over the audience in different directions, each neatly lit by a thin blue spot that rises slowly as all other lights fade. The Director sits at their feet, on the edge of the stage within the stage, in the play within the play, within life. No words for a long …moment. The stars remain in the theater, motionless. A dark, loneliness, surrounds the players and the audience. Director crosses slowly downstage to the audience, framed neatly by his creations upstage of him in a new pool of light he seems to step into down stage center. He looks at the audience. Smiles reassuringly. We’re all the creation of something. Let’s just leave at that for now. The lights fade out very very slowly.
End of Play
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