Play from the past
I’m currently working on too many projects. In the day job I’m battling with a couple of huge projects which are causing me to lose sleep. In my time, I’m into the books for my degree and working on the scenario (yet again) for The Breakfast Show.
As The Breakfast Show is somewhat of a departure for me, it’s taking quite a bit of time to develop. Seeing as it is such a change, I have to ensure the scenario is brilliant before I start writing any dialogue; else this one will run away from me. But I’m itching to get on with it. It’s just so damned frustrating.
I started to feel there was no way I was going to get another play out there at this rate. But then I received a couple of emails from my co-writer for a play that’s on the Shelf: ‘Stage F(r)ight.’
Phil had entered one of his scenes into a competition and it did very well. It reinvigorated his interest in the play. We both know there are a number of problems with the play; most of them minor (a couple of loose plot lines, an idea inserted that was never followed up). But the major problem with the play is length. It’s about 2 hours 30 minutes long!
As good as this play is, no one is going to sit in a theatre seat for that long, even if it did include the best actors in the world.
Phil has been looking over the manuscript for a couple of weeks and realised we have to do something with it. The other night, he took the gutsy move of taking a few copies of the script to a local pub where he knew a couple of amateur actors were going to be hanging out before a rehearsal. He chanced his arm and asked if they would be kind enough to read a scene or two aloud for him, so he could get a feel for how real the dialogue was.
The result: The read the entire thing and delayed their rehearsal so they could see how the play ended.
I love this play, but here’s what Phil said:
It was hilarious to the point where in some cases the cast couldn't read the script because they were laughing so much at each others' dialogue, and even I was in fits at some of the interpretations. When we got to the end of the first Act I suggested we stop or at least break to get the beers in, and they absolutely refused point-blank and kept going. I just became a passenger; the audience for our own work.
It was almost surreal - it was almost as if they had completely forgotten I was there, because they wanted to keep going for themselves - they had to know what happened next, and I if I'd tried to take the scripts back I genuinely don't think they would have let me!
When it got to Stan's final speech, one of the girls was even in tears, and at the end they actually stood and applauded. F*****g applauded.
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Talk about the shiver... I'm still getting it. I think it ranks right up there with any of the highlights of my life to date. When I left to drive home, I actually had to stop and take a walk because I was damn near crying.
Okay, so I love this play. I know it needs work, but I still love this play. But it would appear an audience loves this play. In a theatre or not; paying punters or not; far to long to be correct; but this play has had it’s first public performance. And they loved it!
My only regret is I wasn’t there. How I would have loved to hear these characters – as they are only in my mind at the moment.
Needless to say, Phil and I are meeting up again in the near future to get this thing polished and ready for submission.
My hugest thanks to Phil and the folks in the back bar of the Vic! You’ve just made a playwright very happy; and determined this play will be performed to a larger audience. And it will be huge!
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