Alright chew on this you muttonheads - here's basically an extended sketch that was performed just once back in March. If I put it up again it'll be...better.
THE BALLAD OF THE CURIOUS WOODSMAN
AND OTHER SASQUATCH-RELATED MONOLOGUES
-- A COLD READING --
by Andrés du Bouchet
Performed Once!
Saturday, March 20th 2004 @ midnight
at Jean Cocteau Rep.
CAST:
Andrés du Bouchet - ANDRES
Jonny Fido - FIDO
Mike Birch - BIRCH
Deb Rabbai - DEB
All performers were on book for the entire performance.
There were four chairs in a row off to one side.
Andres stands center stage, alone.
ANDRES
Oh, how much wood would a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood?
And how much ground would a groundhog hog if a groundhog only could?
And just how blue would a bluejay be
if a bluejay flew by me?
Well not that blue
'Cause I'll tell you
I'm the curious woodsman!
Hahaha! Wake up woods of the Pacific Northwest!
Wake up! It's another glorious frosty mountain morning!
Another day for me to quench my thirst for flaura and fauna related knowledge!
Wake up redwood, wake up spruce
Wake up chipmunk I've nicknamed Bruce!
Wake up cedar and wake up yew
(pause)
No, not YOU Mrs. Possum, you're nocturnal!
I meant y-e-w, yew, as in the type of tree!
You can go back to sleep in whatever it is possums call their homes now.
Oh wait - too late - she's gone back to bed
now I'll never know where possums go when they want to rest their heads!
I am the curious woodsman! Strange loner of the Oregon forests, filled with questions about my woodland surroundings!
Fido enters through the audience. He remains in the center aisle throughout this initial exchange.
FIDO
Excuse me!
ANDRES
At the age of three I was abandoned in a shopping cart in the parking lot of a Jazzy's Bowl-‘n’-Feed.
FIDO
Excuse me!
ANDRES
I wandered into the forest and was raised by a clutch of pine martens -
FIDO
Excuse me!
ANDRES
What?!? WHAT DO YOU WANT?! You have interrupted me and now I am asking you why!
FIDO
I'm here for the reading.
ANDRES
Ah I see. Well young man, there are many readings, auditions, classes, workshops and interventions taking place in this rehearsal complex today. Including some activities that defy definition! Just listen – do you hear that? The people above us seem to be just...stomping! Merely stomping! Which reading in particular are you here to attend?
FIDO
Uh..."The Ballad of the Cowardly Woodsman And Other Sasquatch - "
ANDRES
Curious!
FIDO
What?
ANDRES
The Ballad of the Curious Woodsman And Other Sasquatch-Related Monologues, A Cold Reading.
FIDO
Yeah, that's the one. Is this the right place?
ANDRES
As right as rain, my friend!
Fido proceeds to get on stage as he talks.
FIDO
Well what time does the cold reading start?
ANDRES
It already has.
FIDO
It has?
ANDRES
Sure, look at what you're holding! You've been reading from a script this whole time!
FIDO
Well so I have. Wow! But...
An unnaturally long pause.
ANDRES
Awkward pause!
FIDO
I'll say.
ANDRES
What's your name, son?
FIDO
Jonny Fido.
ANDRES
Pleased to meet you, Jonny Fido! My name is Stagename McWackydude!
FIDO
Oh ha ha -
ANDRES
Just kidding. I am Andres Mario du Bouchet. My real name sounds just as invented as your stage name, does it not? I am the writer, director, producer and leading man of this...zirconium in the rough.
FIDO
Zirconium?
ANDRES
With a little more work it'll be a diamond in the rough. That's where you and the remaining two yet-to-be introduced actors come into play. I need bodies with voices to make strong clear choices - (singing) people with talent!
FIDO
I thought you were about to break into song.
ANDRES
Nonsense, the song was trying to break into me. But I won't let it. We've got work to do! Grab some snacks and something to drink, and then have a seat - I just need to finish running the opening speech of the Curious Woodsman.
Andres gestures off to the side opposite the four chairs.
FIDO
I don't see any snacks or beverages.
ANDRES
Mime them!
FIDO
You want me to --
ANDRES
Mime them!
FIDO
You want me to pretend I'm getting snacks?
ANDRES
And scene!
Fido walks over to the side, and begins uncertainly defining the imaginary table and snacks - he awkwardly serves himself some imaginary pretzels and nuts with an imaginary plate and napkin as Andres narrates.
ANDRES
Hmm. Good space work. Nice. Pretzel rods. Ah yes, he's picking out the almonds from the nut mix. Very, very nice. Don't forget something to drink!
FIDO
Ah yeah, these snacks sure are salty...
Fido regards the imaginary table briefly.
ANDRES
What will he choose? Soda? If so what kind? Coke? Diet Coke? That brown seltzer they call caffeine-free diet coke? Fresca? What size bottle? Two liter? The now defunct three liter? Or did I go all out and spring for cans?!
Fido picks up an imaginary juice box, separates the straw and pokes it into the box and begins mime-sipping.
ANDRES
A juice box! Marvelous! Genius! It looks like I've found my Sasquatch! Don't forget your snacks -
Fido produces the mime plate and walks to his seat and sits down.
ANDRES
Now sit and relax for a bit, we're still waiting for our other two actors, and I need to iron out some..let's see here, ah yes, blah blah blah, I'm the curious woodsman, raised by pine martens. Fine, okay. Ahem...
So many questions, so much to learn
Like why are the leaves so tiny on a fern
Deb enters through the center aisle, and walks all the way onto the stage.
DEB
Hello?
ANDRES
And when the sky flashes why do things burn?
DEB
Is this the reading?
FIDO
Uh, there's another actor here -
ANDRES
But most of all I just yearn to know what makes those howling screams at night!
DEB
Is this the-
ANDRES
Those awful, piercing, howling, screeching screams! Ah! Our professor has arrived! Come, have a seat!
Deb sits.
DEB
Is this the cowardly woodsman reading?
ANDRES
Curious! The Ballad of the Curious Woodsman And Other Sasquatch Related Monologues! You are to be my professor! Beautiful and bold, passionate yet cold, calmly investigating the cattle mutilations all the while yearning for the love of the eccentric billionaire. Give me that.
Andres grabs the script from Deb's hands and then hands it right back.
ANDRES
Here's your script!
DEB
Thanks.
FIDO
Grab some snacks.
Deb looks around uncertainly.
DEB
Oh...where are the...
ANDRES
What snacks? You expect this lovely doll to futz about an imaginary crafts table? Do not spread your idiocy like a virus! Sit tight, the two of you. We are still awaiting one final actor, he who shall play the eccentric billionaire. Then all shall be made...slightly less mysterious!
Fido leans over to shake Deb’s hand.
FIDO
Hi, I’m Jonny Fido.
DEB
Debbie.
ANDRES
Andres Mario du Bouchet! I know, pret-ty awesome.
Birch enters from the backstage area.
BIRCH
Hey is this the reading?
ANDRES
What are you doing right now?
BIRCH
I'm here to -
ANDRES
No, literally, what are you doing...now!
BIRCH
I'm reading from -
ANDRES
You just answered your own question! Welcome to the cold reading. The Ballad of the Curious Woodsman and Other Sasquatch-Related Monologues! Have a seat! And do not let Jonny Fido here try to fool you into thinking there are snacks. We have both learned already…he is a mean-spirited prankster.
Birch sits.
FIDO
But you're the one who -
ANDRES
- is in charge?!?! CORRECT!
Silence - all three actors are seated and looking back and forth to one another - what have they gotten themselves into?
BIRCH
Start from the beginning, Andres.
ANDRES
Very well...
BIRCH
Michael.
ANDRES
Very well, Michael. My story starts twenty-five years ago, when I was but a schoolchild. Fast forward to eleven months ago. In a remote cabin. High in the pine tree-encrusted peaks of New Hampshire's Creeping Terror Mountains. I had just spent an entire day hiking across infamous Mystery Monkey Ridge, and was busy unfurling my sleeping bag in preparation for a bit of well-deserved slumber. Outside the cabin, the wind howled. Thunder boomed. The rustic cabin shook from nature's might. The lights flickered epileptically. Giant swaying shadows of what I assumed were trees played on the cabin walls! That's when it started. Trivia Night. You see, this particular cabin was run by the Appalachian Mountain Club, and was staffed by a pleasant gaggle of tie-dye wearing granola munchers who would cook you dinner and breakfast for a reasonable fee of 55 dollars per night. With a fanfare of poorly tuned acoustic guitars, myself and the other 32 paying guests of the cabin were ushered into the main room to take part in the aforementioned... Trivia Night. A sloppy, poorly run event with a disturbing consistency to its questions - "What kind of paper did Jefferson draft the Declaration of Independence On?" Hemp. "What plants fiber's are longer, stronger, and more mildew-resistant than cotton?" Hemp. "This type of plant's oil is the richest source of polyunsaturated essential fatty acids - the good type of fat!" Hemp. And so forth. As the assorted cabin guests and their perpetually mellow knucklehead hosts continued their little game, I snuck away into one of the back rooms of the rustic cabin. The library. Stacks of board games. A motley collection of nature and history books. The guest book - where I hastily scrawled some randomly profane and racially-charged comments - not because of any actual racist opinions on my part, but just to confuse and upset future guestbooks signers. And the main attraction, the reason I snuck back there - a high speed internet equipped computer. I sat down and began idly surfing the information highway. From the next room I could hear "What plant's fibers can conduct electricity and cure acne?" Hemp. I needed to relax. I began to log into my longstanding chat account at afro.net. However, due to the fact that I was wearing large mittens at the time (the cabin was very cold), I accidentally typed b-fro.net. Before I could correct my typo and re-navigate to my favorite chat page regarding black hairstyles, I was greeted by the words -- The bigfoot research organization. I sat there, transfixed, as I read story after story of personal encounters with a mythical beast. From Washington to Oregon to yes even Ohio and Texas, story after story of personal encounters with a who-knows-what? What was it? Whatever it was, the accounts were consistent. A hairy giant. A howling creature with a reeking odor. Lurking just beyond the treeline at dusk. And I was inspired. Inspired to bring the stories of these plain folk to life. The duck hunter in Mississippi. The amateur squirrel wrangler in Ohio. The coyote hunter in Oregon. The taxidermist and local militia organizer in Washington State. The moose hunter in Maine. The amateur maple syrup collecting guy in Vermont. The angry loner in Tennessee. People from all walks of life. All of whom had experienced...something. I was inspired to use their claims of encounters with a large monkey-like creature as a jumping off point for a collection of monologues that would, in the end, only tangentially touch upon any of the actual information I read that evening. And that's when I placed the ad in Backstage magazine for some talented actors to come help me workshop these sasquatch-related monologues.
DEB
So these monologues you're workshopping, they're not based on any of your own experiences?
ANDRES
Heavens no.
FIDO
And judging from what you've said, you barely even used the accounts these people posted on-line about bigfoot...
ANDRES
I used them only as a jumping-off point! A writer is like a diver. Without something to jump off of, he is just a man standing there in a speedo!
Birch raises his hand.
BIRCH
I have a question.
ANDRES
Yes, Michael!
BIRCH
I know I was the last person to arrive here, so I'm sure I missed a lot of useful, clearly explained information about the nature of this project, but here's my question: what exactly is the nature of this project?
ANDRES
What is the nature of this project? I've got a better question. What is the project of this nature?
Another awful pause. They look to one another.
FIDO
You only booked this space for an hour, right?
ANDRES
The prankster has a point. We should begin our warm-up exercises. Everyone stand in a line facing this mirror.
They line up facing the audience in this order: Andres, Deb, Birch, Fido.
ANDRES
Now, we're going to play a little game I call "the crazy sentence game." I'll start by saying the first word that pops into my head, and then each of you will add a word onto it, the first word you can think of, and then we'll keep going until we've formed a sentence. I'm warning you. The sentences can get pretty crazy! I'll shout “scene” when I feel the sentence has reached its natural conclusion. This is a great warm-up, everyone got it?
DEB, FIDO & BIRCH
Yeah, got it, sounds good, etc.
ANDRES
Right. Here we go…There.
DEB
Is.
BIRCH
Fudge.
ANDRES
Scene! There is fudge! Brilliant! Let's do another one…Umbrellas.
DEB
Get.
BIRCH
Wet.
Fido opens his mouth to speak but is immediately interrupted.
ANDRES
Scene! Umbrellas get wet! Profound! The two of you are naturals at this!
Fido looks frustrated, and continues to get more frustrated as the game plays out.
ANDRES (CON.)
Birds.
DEB
Can.
BIRCH
Fly.
ANDRES
Scene! Tune.
DEB
The.
BIRCH
Guitar!
ANDRES
Scene! Where.
DEB
Is.
BIRCH
Bulemia!
ANDRES
Scene! Oh yes! Where is Bulemia indeed! That's a great one to end on. Let's shake it out, shake it out everyone!
Everyone shakes out their arms and legs. Fido fumes.
ANDRES (CON.)
How does everyone feel? All warmed up?
DEB
That was a lot of fun. Those sentences were crazy.
BIRCH
I have to admit, I had my doubts, but I really feel grounded now.
FIDO
Why did you end every sentence before it got to me?
ANDRES
I ended the sentences when they got crazy. You would have preferred that I let the sentences grow old and stale? When they became ripe with craziness I plucked them from the vine of inspiration! Grab some snacks and relax.
Fido fumes and sits.
ANDRES
Let's start with Deb. Front and center Deb, everyone else have a seat! Deb, center stage!
Deb takes center stage.
ANDRES
Now then. Tell us a little bit about yourself. It is my understanding that you hate black people.
DEB
What? I never said that! What? Why would you -
ANDRES
Fair enough! Re-educate me!
DEB
I'm Deb Rabbai. I do a lot of improv. Especially a lot of musical improv. I'm actually currently a regular in a very popular, long-running improvised musical called "Amusical", on restaurant row. It's a great show. Amuse. Musical. Amusical. It's funny stuff. We make up songs based on audience suggestions. Um. You know, I um...I like singing and comedy and stuff. Uh. Stuff and things.
ANDRES
Yes well you certainly are a wonderful improptu speaker.
DEB
Hey that's not fair!
ANDRES
Oh it isn't? Why don't you very eloquently and off the cuff explain why it isn't fair?
Deb is frustrated – she knows that as long as she’s reading what Andres has written, she can’t win.
DEB
Because it's like, you know? I um...duh...fart. Doodyballs.
ANDRES
You're an improviser? What on Earth are you talking about?
Deb points to the script.
DEB
You know exactly what I'm talking about. Stop toying with us!
ANDRES
Very well. Scene.
DEB
Thank you.
ANDRES
Deb, you are to play the part of the professor. A woman whose expertise in the field of Fortean or "Crypto" Zoology is equal only to the emptiness in her groin. She yearns for two things: one - definitive proof that the creature she has labeled Gigantopithecus, bigfoot, sasquatch, yeti, jumbajumbaman, windigo, chupacabra, what have you, exists. And two - a man who can match her wit for wit and skill for skill in the twin arenas of academic science, and the bedroom. She is a glacier of scientific professionalism holding back a volcano of passion in which is burning an inferno of molten DO ME . And she thinks a bigfoot killed her parents. Now, taking all of that into account, I want you to imagine that you are at a convention of your peers. Cryptozoologists. And you are making a presentation to them outlining your theories about this creature. I want you to picture a crowd of fellow scientists before you. Can you see them?
DEB
Yes.
ANDRES
And scene.
DEB
Good evening fellow cryptozoologists. My name is Professor Sylvia Bonertaster. Oh, give me a break!
ANDRES
That's an hilarious name, did you just make that up?
Deb glares at him.
ANDRES
Oh alright, how about this name then?
DEB
Good evening fellow cryptozoologists. My name is Professor Sylvia Bonham. Thank you. I am here tonight to hopefully give a new perspective on an age-old question. Does bigfoot exist? Now, some of you would argue that we cannot file bigfoot under the same category as other, more "legitimate" forms of cryptozoological claims such as the Loch Ness monster or the African Dongo Beast, or even the Weasel Man of Indonesia. But just as theories regarding these other creatures have shifted from the mythical or paranormal to those of a more scientific nature, i.e. Nessie is merely an elasmosaurus or the Dongo is an apatosaurus, or the Weasel Man is a man dressed as a weasel, so too is there now a plausible scientific hypothesis for bigfoot. Gigantopithecus. Latin for "Giant Ape", Gigantopithecus is a supposedly extinct, prehistoric relative of the orangutan. Standing at a height of 10 feet and weighing 1200 pounds, Gigantopithecus would have dwarfed the present day gorilla. Fossilized specimens of Gigantos, as we call them, have been found in North America, Asia, and in most other parts of the world where people have claimed to encounter bigfoot. It is my belief that -
ANDRES
Booooring!
DEB
You wrote this!
ANDRES
Let’s skip ahead to the confrontation scene between Professor Bonertaster and the Eccentric Billionaire.
DEB
Enough with the Bonertaster!
FIDO
How could there be a scene between two characters? I thought you said this was a collection of monologues.
ANDRES
You enjoy jerking off to pictures of whom?!?
FIDO
Star Jones! Oh man, her milkshake brings all the boys to the yard! (disgusted) Aw come on, give me a break.
BIRCH
You know something, I thought I would get tired of that gag where you point out the fact that you’ve written everything we’re reading and therefore have complete control over everything that’s going on here, but I think it’s just getting funnier each time you do it.
ANDRES
Thank you Michael.
BIRCH
And thank you, Aquaman.
ANDRES
Aquaman, but my name’s not Aquaman! Ha!
BIRCH
(laughs) Awesome! He did it again, everybody.
FIDO
Alright, I’ve had it! I answered your ad in Backstage with every expectation of attending a cold reading for the purpose of workshopping a collection of original monologues about bigfoot, but this has turned out to be nothing but an experimental, writer-as-mischievous deity, toying with concepts of reality, artsy-fartsy, bullshit ego-trip! I have absolutely had it! For fourteen years now, I have busted my ass in this town, trying to make it as an actor. And for every project that I’ve been involved with that I’ve actually been proud of, I have had to endure a hundred train wrecks by untalented, pompous hacks like you. Colossal bores with too much time on their hands and not enough fucking self-awareness to differentiate between a good idea and glorified on-stage masturbation. Now I have been embarrassed to be an actor before, but this takes the cake. I played Iago in a production of “Naked Trampoline Hamlet”. That’s right, some idiot decided to put up Hamlet, naked, on trampolines. And yes, I know Iago is not a character in Hamlet, but it was in this version. What the heck, I said, it’s an acting job. I played Romeo in “Romeo Loves Rosencrantz”. I played the Ghost of Menstrual Cycles Past in “I Love You, Period.” I played a bullet in “Scenes From Inside A Dead Mobster”. I’ve spent an entire play wearing a full body cast! I wore specially designed boxer briefs that made my crotch look like the head of an elephant, with the penis as the trunk, for a musical called “Stampede!” You’ve heard of the “Vagina Monologues”? I was in “The Anus Diatribes”, I’ve been in countless crappy vanity projects put up by deluded nincompoops. But this? This is nothing but an exercise in self-indulgent masochism. It’s a waste of my time. Goodbye.
Fido turns to leave.
ANDRES
Don’t you have one last thing to say, Jonny Fido?
FIDO
Oh yeah, as a matter of fact I do. And one last thing, you gasbag…
That’s it, he has no more lines. He flips ahead page by page searching…
ANDRES
What’s wrong? Cat got your lines?
Fido gives up and tosses his script on the ground in frustration. He walks off.
ANDRES
Oh I’m sorry did some sort of line-getting cat come by and get your lines? Oh I’m sorry Jonny Fido! I didn’t realize the line-getting cat had somehow gotten into the room! To get your lines. Has anyone seen the cat that’s gone and walked off with Jonny Fido’s lines? The cat that’s…that’s gotten his lines? What’s wrong, Jonny Fido, are you off to look for the cat?!?! THAT HAS YOUR LINES?!?!? Well. I’ve made my point. Now then, where were we?
DEB
You wanted us to skip ahead to the confrontation scene between the professor and the eccentric billionaire.
BIRCH
That’s me, right?
ANDRES
Yes, Michael. You are the eccentric billionaire! You are both a billionaire, and an eccentric. Your vast wealth has afforded your eccentricacies the opportunity to thrive, to multiply, to run amok! For the ridiculously wealthy need not answer to anyone! For example, you are constantly giving the finger. Constantly.
BIRCH
Like this? (gives finger and doesn’t stop)
ANDRES
Indeed. Constantly. And now, here, in the middle of the Fourth Annual Northwestern Cryptozoology Conference, the conference YOU have personally funded as part of your crusade to discover new species of animals to stock a new theme park island that you’ve built in the South Pacific, HERE is where you are finally confronted by Professor…
DEB
Bonham.
ANDRES
Bonham. Here beneath a large plaster model of the Loch Ness Monster, and next to a plasma screen tv playing looping video of that one grainy piece of bigfoot footage from whatever year that was.
DEB
You’ve done absolutely no research.
ANDRES
Here, among the symbols of your quest, is where she finally confronts you! And scene! Keep giving the finger yes and scene!
DEB
Nathan!
BIRCH
Amanda!
DEB
I see that you’re still constantly giving the finger.
BIRCH
Of course! Of all my eccentricacies, this is my favorite. It is the ultimate proof that the ridiculously wealthy indeed answer to noon!
ANDRES
No one.
BIRCH
It says “noon”.
ANDRES
Right, it looks like “noon”, but it’s just the words no and one squished together. That’s how you spell no one. You can stop giving the finger when you’re talking to me.
Birch stops giving the finger.
BIRCH
Yeah, right, I know that that’s how you spell noone. I’m telling you, you left the e off the end of the word, so it literally spells noon, as in the time of day, noon.
DEB
I’m pretty sure no one is supposed to be two words.
ANDRES
That’s the most profound thing anyone has said to me all week. And back to giving the finger and scene!
Birch resumes giving the finger.
BIRCH
It is the ultimate proof that the ridiculously wealthy indeed answer to nobody!
DEB
You’re heading down the wrong path, Nathan. You’ve got to realize that Irate Sasquatch Island can never work!
BIRCH
Oh but it will! Just think of it! No fences, no cages, just roving bands of irate sasquatch.
DEB
Why must they be irate?
BIRCH
I’m just guessing. We haven’t captured any yet, but once we do, I would imagine they’ll be pretty pissed.
DEB
But just think of the danger to the tourists!
BIRCH
The tourists will be perfectly safe! They’ll watch the antics of the irate sasquatch from the safety of a pavilion, on a live video feed. Being broadcast by tiny cameras. Mounted backwards on helmets. Strapped to the heads of fleet-footed volunteers. Wearing garlands of blackberries. The delicious smell of which will ensure that the sasquatch will…pursue them. It’ll make for some great video.
DEB
Fleet-footed volunteers?
BIRCH
Look, most Indonesian kids don’t have squat going on in terms of extracurricular activities. It’s a good resume builder! You think they’d rather be working in a sneaker factory, all cooped up? On my island, they’ll be wearing sneakers. Now that’s poetic justice. And they’ll get to run, run, run. From giant apes. And coyotes.
DEB
Coyotes?
BIRCH
Oh sure. The sasquatch will probably be angry most of the time, but I’m sure they’ll also have their quiet days. On a slow sasquatch day, that’s when the coyotes come in. Those are the days when the kids’ll each get an extra Power Bar for that little boost they’ll need. I call it the "Coyote Boost Bonus".
DEB
Dammit, why did I have to fall in love with such an evil man?
BIRCH
You love me?
DEB
Yes. For some reason I do love you. Despite your hideous plan to create an island of captive sasquatch. Despite your additional hideous plan of staffing the island with Indonesian boys wearing camera helmets. Despite compounding the atrocity by forcing the poor camera-mounted Indonesian boys to wear garlands made of delicious smelling berries, the very berries that I hypothesize Gigantopithecus finds most delectable, and will most assuredly vigorously and unrelentingly chase down small Indonesian boys for the pleasure of tasting said berries. Despite all of this, and of course, despite the constantly giving the finger thing, I love you.
BIRCH
You know something? For the first time in years, I almost feel like not giving someone the finger.
ANDRES
And scene! Yes! Yes!
Personalities shift now. Andres and Birch are the actors, Deb is the author.
DEB
Great work everybody, I know this was weird, but it really helped.
ANDRES
It’s interesting stuff. Very zany, I like it. You can see the beginnings of some interesting, amorphous ideas at work.
BIRCH
Some experimental stuff going on there too with structure…cool stuff. A little much, but -
DEB
Thanks, yeah, I think there is a lot here that’s going to go out the window, especially a lot of the playing with structure and authorship stuff, but I think almost all of the sasquatch stuff is really –
BIRCH
It’s gold, Deb. And I am not just blowing smoke.
ANDRES
No, he’s right. You wanna focus in on the sasquatch stuff.
DEB
Thanks guys. Oh, Andres, if you can e-mail me your notes of how it went before I came in the room I’d appreciate it.
ANDRES
Sure thing.
DEB
And I should call Jonny, he seemed upset. I don’t know why I decided to leave him out of the loop on this one.
ANDRES
And…scene!
(and that was that - performed once at midnight in a dusty theater downtown)
Posted on June 26, 2004 |