Tuesday, 16 October 2012

Getitng somewhere woo! It's Nicole :)

In todays lesson me and Ellie worked on that stair sequence that we did a while ago, we developed it further and have started to come up with new ideas. About women through the ages finding their voice to speak up over domestic or male abuse. I wrote a script to carry on for next lesson. Let me know what you think.


Devised Piece

 

Ellie and Nicole are on the stair case that is central back of the stage, they are sitting towards stage right side and the left side of the staircase has various cooking books and neatly folded shirts on it. Both Ellie and Nicole look straight out into the audience with an extremely fake and almost scary smile on their face, both hands are resting on their knees which a closed together. When speaking as the women they have an overly enthusiastic and sweet tone to their voice.

 

Ellie: I went to the shops today!

Nicole: Got you’re favourite- Apple Pie!

Ellie: Apple Crumble!

Nicole: With ice cream!

Ellie: With custard!

Both: Or both!

Nicole: Oh and I cleaned your shirts with that fabric softener you like.

Ellie: All steamed and pressed- just the way you like it.

 

Dread comes over Nicole’s face and Ellie has aggression. There is silence for a moment.

 

Nicole: I know how you like that- Meanwhile Ellie has transformed to the male character and her hand creeps down to Nicole’s chest.

 

Nicole: Not now brushes him away and slides over to the left of the staircase picking up the shirts that were there and patting away any creases on her lap.

 

Nicole: I polished the house from tip to toe!

Ellie: Oh and I made you a coffee and walnut cake.

Both: MMM yum yum!

Ellie: Just for you sweet heart!

Nicole: Just for you!

 

Ellie adapts male character again and pulls my chin so my head is twisted towards her.

 

Ellie: Just for me…

 

Nicole: I said no. Not now. Moves toward the right side of the staircase while she pushes him away.

 

Ellie: Oh put the shopping away! Pushes Nicole forward and then flicks out her arms to mimic the carrying of shopping.

 

Nicole: I’m sorry I love you …

 

Ellie: Forcefully grabbing her by the hair pulls her back up straight. Stupid Biiittcchh shouts and throws Nicole to the floor.

 

 When she then crawls onto the bed to change the time period.

Nicole/Cheryl, Ellie/Sarah, Liberty/Lily, Beth/Lisa.

Liberty and Beth are off stage left. The group of four  young women from modern day are preparing themselves for an evening out they are 19- 21 years of age the same age as the women from the 1950’s opening scene.

 

Cheryl is on the floor hunting under the mattress for her GHD’s while Sarah sits on the stairs texting she is relaxed and not worried about getting ready like the others.

 

Cheryl: Oh fuckty fucking fuck! Where the flip are they, I deffo brought them.

 

Sarah: Doesn’t look up from her phone. Hmm Are you sure- I know what you’re like.

 

Cheryl: Oi Lily! Calls to the offstage bathroom I deffo put my GHD’s in my bag didn’t I??

 

Lily enters from stage left looking very glam and ready for her evening out she has a smirk on her face and in her right hand holds the GHD’s.

 

Lily: (mimics Cheryl) You deffo did! Thanks babe.

 

Hands over the GHD’s.

 

Cheryl: Bloody hell! You look fricking insane. On the pull tonight are we??

 

Lily: With a cheeky smile Mayyyybbee. She turns to sit with Sarah on the stairs who is still distracted with her phone.

 

Lisa enters from stage left too with a towel wrapped around her head and a bath robe on.

 

Lisa: Who knows what the night will bring!

 

Cheryl:  Distressed with a comb daggling in her hair. Someone seriously needs to help me tackle this bush.

 

Lisa: Oh Cheryl it looks fine embrace the bush.

 

Lily: You lot need to get a move on I’m not sitting her for another three hours.

 

Cheryl: Well someone get this bloody comb out of my hair then!?

 

Cheryl grabs Lisa by the arm and they go over to the mattress and attempt to tackle the ‘bush’ Sarah ignores this still amused by her phone. Silence for a moment apart from the occasional ‘ouch’ from Cheryl and ‘sorry’ from Lisa.

 

Lily looks directly at Sarah in amazement.

 

Lily: Sarah…Sarah… SARAH! It’s nearly quarter to eleven the taxi is going to be here at eleven-

 

Sarah’s phone starts ringing.

 

Sarah:  Oh my god he’s ringing me! Shit. What should I do- shall I answer it? What if-what if I don’t know what to say to him?

 

Lily: Sarah- look at the (gets angrier each time)

 

Cheryl: There can’t be much else you can say to him. You haven’t stopped texting him all night!

 

Lily: Sarah.

 

Sarah: Uhh! What should I do?

 

Lily: Sarah. Taxi. 5 MINS.

 

Lisa: Just answer it Sarah.

 

Lily: HEELLLLOO. You need to get ready.

 

Sarah: But what if I say something stupid- I’m not very good at- at speaking.

 

Cheryl: Chill out Sez… Give it here I’ll answer.

 

Sarah goes to hand the phone over to Cheryl as she’s confused and flustered with the whole situation.

 

Lisa & Lily: NO!

 

 Lily pulls the phone away from Sarah and presses the red phone so the ring tone ends sharply. She pulls a victorious face and chucks the phone on the mattress. The girls look at her in shock whilst Sarah lets out a little hurt gasp.

 

Lily: There. Problem solved. Now will you pleaaase get ready!

 

Sarah: I can’t believe you just did that- gooohh! He’s going to hate me now; he’s going to think that I’m ignoring him. You could’ve at least waited for it to go to voicemail, that was my plan-

 

Cheryl is putting on some killer heels a chucking back vodka shot.

 

Lily: Oh give it a rest Sez you acting like a love struck teenager

 

Sarah:  giggling slightly Shut up!

 

Lily: He’s probably only after a shag anyway.

 

Sarah is hurt by this comment and turns away from Lily.

 

Sarah: No he isn’t.

 

Lisa: Just chilllll… the night is young and so are we!

 

Cheryl: YEAH! Let’s PARTAAAYY!!

 

Cheryl and Sarah exit of stage and call out vulgar comments to the dressed up girls, who gradually as the musical become louder, become increasingly more drunk and unaware of their behaviour. Physical theatre evolves us into this transition eventually back to a 1950’s housewife scene.  They remain collapsed on the floor throughout the 1950’s scene.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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