Alice and Bob's chorus bit. I'm liking the surreal bits... My outsider is a fairy who is observing Alice's attempts to dig a six-foot deep hole in the garden.
A trapdoor is open onstage, out of which bits of earth fly periodically. A projected image of a tiny woman, FAIRY, appears on stage and speaks.
FAIRY: Poor Alice! He was going to tell her properly, but he just didn't have the time. The gold is buried but three feet to the left, and now it will remain there forever, just out of his reach! How terrible! To save everything the way he did! To never spend anything on himself, to keep it all for his precious daughter, and now it is worthless - all that toil and miserdom. Destined to sit three feet from his unlawfully buried corpse, useless to everyone but the worms.
Saturday, 31 March 2007
Activity 4.7
BOB is asleep. At the foot of his bed his FATHER turns up. He is wearing a devil's costume.
FATHER: Good day to you Bob!
BOB shuffles and slowly wakes, sitting up in bed
FATHER: (aside) Lazy bugger - always was. Bob! Bob!
BOB: Bloody hell! Dad! What the...
FATHER: Oh don't worry, you're not getting a visitation from the other side - you're making me up, and I must say, I'm far from impressed by the outfit.
BOB: But Dad!
FATHER: Now shut up and listen, son. This nonsense Alice is spinning out - she's daft in the head that girl! Don't let her go ahead with it! You know what a bloody dreamer she is! It's her wish that I get buried in the garden, not mine. She was waffling on about it and I made the mistake of sort of agreeing with her...
BOB: You did? So how am I supposed/
FATHER: I sort of did - it was no more than an assenting grunt - but by that time it was too late to tell anyone any different, I died the next day!
BOB:/ to convince her otherwise?
FATHER: Anyway, if YOU'D visited the morning of my death like you were supposed to, I could have told you and you'd have saved yourself a whole load of trouble, now, wouldn't you?
BOB: But Dad!
FATHER: (Lights fading on FATHER so he eventually disappears) Ta ra my boy. Just remember - if I don't get buried in cosecrated ground, my spirit will walk the earth FOREVER. (sniggers)
BOB screams.
FATHER: Good day to you Bob!
BOB shuffles and slowly wakes, sitting up in bed
FATHER: (aside) Lazy bugger - always was. Bob! Bob!
BOB: Bloody hell! Dad! What the...
FATHER: Oh don't worry, you're not getting a visitation from the other side - you're making me up, and I must say, I'm far from impressed by the outfit.
BOB: But Dad!
FATHER: Now shut up and listen, son. This nonsense Alice is spinning out - she's daft in the head that girl! Don't let her go ahead with it! You know what a bloody dreamer she is! It's her wish that I get buried in the garden, not mine. She was waffling on about it and I made the mistake of sort of agreeing with her...
BOB: You did? So how am I supposed/
FATHER: I sort of did - it was no more than an assenting grunt - but by that time it was too late to tell anyone any different, I died the next day!
BOB:/ to convince her otherwise?
FATHER: Anyway, if YOU'D visited the morning of my death like you were supposed to, I could have told you and you'd have saved yourself a whole load of trouble, now, wouldn't you?
BOB: But Dad!
FATHER: (Lights fading on FATHER so he eventually disappears) Ta ra my boy. Just remember - if I don't get buried in cosecrated ground, my spirit will walk the earth FOREVER. (sniggers)
BOB screams.
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