(In order of appearance)
CHARACTER #1 LY, a playwright. 50-ish. Female. Looking like Helena Bonham Carter.
CHARACTER #2 V, a producer. 30-ish. Slim and chic. Can be female or male. Either way, V has the gait of a tango dancer
CHARACTER #3 [absent]
CHARACTER #4 EIGHT, Assistant Director 2. 30-ish. Preferably male but can also be female. Very fit. Humorless.
CHARACTER #5 & #6 ACTORS/ACTRESSES. Can be either male or female. Toned and beautiful. Preferably both Vietnamese but one of them can be of another nationality
CHARACTER #7 SHADOW #1. Male, wearing black tight knit from top to bottom. Can be whom playing #5 or #6
Scene beginning: LY’s study, internal. Day time. A raised platform on SL
Scene middle: stadium, external. Day time.
End of scene: LY’s study, internal. Day time.
Mid afternoon to evening
(light up – flush, on stage only. LY sitting on the floor stage-left, holding an array of papers, scribbling. MUSIC: Saint Saens’s Danse Marcabre: 00:00-00:34)
(Enters V from stage-right. MUSIC fades and stop)
LY (not looking up)
– My. Thought a strange wind breezes in but it’s just you. (Looks up). Hello V.
– Hello LY. You look as radiant as ever.
– That’s nice of you. I guess the witch look has come back out there then?
– It’s never been totally out. You could have, you know, come out sometimes to see yourself?
– Haha sure. To let all the things out there dilute me. The company wouldn’t want that, would they?
– The company sure doesn’t want you diluted. But what about you? It’s been, what, two months now? You don’t want to take a walk or something?
– A walk. (Stands up with difficulty, leave the papers). I walk plenty in here V. Look I have the stairs. I take it everyday. (Walks up to the raised platform SL)It takes me quite some time to reach the window there. I reach it though. I look outside. Up here I can see the sky. At this time of year it’s so blue. There’s not much cloud and if they pass by, they’re the thinnest strains of clouds. Like spider’s silk. There’s no spider. You wouldn’t want to see a spider up there, it’d be awful. No just blue sky and very silky clouds. I watch them float by. I watch the sun set too. It’s a bit hard from here. I really have to look out the window. But I watch it come down. I was impatient but at the same time I don’t want it to disappear. Sometimes when the last ray of light hangs on to those little houses over there I wished it’d stay like that, or maybe just stay for a bit more. But it always disappears. Then it’s dark. And it’s cold. And I wonder where my day has gone.
(while LY talks, V comes leafing through the papers that LY left. She doesn’t listen much to LY)
– Days are always gone LY. Not just for you but for everyone else. We grow old and we die. Just before that we want to do something, you know, like a good play that we all wait for you to finish the script for.
– Script. Yes. I finished Act I.
– Marvelous. Can I see it?
V (sits SR – begins negotiation)
– May I know why?
– Act II needs a bit more time. And I’d rather you have it after it completes.
– I understand you want us to see a finished work. The company is a little impatientso they just want to take a glimpse into what they’re expecting.
– What are they expecting?
– ANOTHER UNBELIEVABLE ENCOUNTER! ANOTHER METEOR FULL OF SEAWEED! ANOTHER DREAM MESSENGER PLAYING FLUTE! ANOTHER RACOON THAT TURNS INTO THE MOON! LY, ANOTHER PIECE OF THAT WORLD NOBODY BUT YOU SEEM TO KNOW HOW TO ENTER. ONCE WE ARE IN WE DON’T WANT TO COME OUT. THIS FESTIVAL NEEDS SOMETHING OUT OF THIS WORLD. WE WANT. ANOTHER. PATHWAY. TO. YOURS.
– My. What’s with you? I thought you were the “magical producer”. You sound like a “desperate actor”.
– One for you. I am desperate. You know how close we are to pre-production already? A week. And I don’t have the script yet.
– Are you saying I should finish it in a week?
(to be continued)