CIRCUS
Copyright; George Holmes April 9 2010
--You know you really make me laugh, Erica. Well, laugh and weep at the same time. You are the center of your own little world-oh I know it’s not little to you. You think your life is a constant soap opera, that everyone wants to know what’s going to happen next. But, let me tell you, no one is interested; you have an exaggerated sense of your own importance. No one wants to know about the tawdry life of your wretched conniving mother, the pitiful efforts of your drunken father. Is it any wonder you crave attention all the time with your hysterical behavior, by wearing clothes only seen in a circus and a hairstyle reminiscent of the nineteen forties. Your husband walked out; your children are in foster care. You are forty-five. Isn’t it time you grew up?
--Have you finished demolishing my life, Clarice?
--Oh no I haven’t even started. Let me see. Have you…..have you…eeeerrrrr Oh fuck what’s the line?
--OK OK everyone take five everyone except you, Angie. Angie, this scene is the crucial one of the play. Clarice holds the secret to making this clunking play work but it’s only going to happen if you know your fucking lines. This is the last time. Next week, dear Angie, you’ll be back to walk-ons. And one other thought, in case you are thinking of that bottle of gin in the dressing room, we open tomorrow.”
