#21: Build me up Buttercup

[The back room of a wedding. TRACEY and DEARBHLA are speaking in hushed tones. Music plays in the distance and there is the occasional cheer or whoop from within the main hall.] -I don’t think you should -But he likes me -I know, but you’ll just upset him -It’s fine -He’s such a good guy. […]

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#19: Mr. Brightside

“She has become legend herself She has be someone She wants to move Reminded of Hecuba How Martin Crimp you are” Jealously I find I see it is oxygen And something has happened to my ears As I burn They burn hot pink and orange Lip reading the hate And expecting the looks And glances […]

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#18: Broken legs

[STEPHANIE sits on the hospital bed.] -Do you want me to bring your mum in? Stephanie? Stephanie? Do you want that? -I don’t want to see anyone -Do you want to be by yourself? We can arrange that -I don’t want to talk to her -Are you sure? -No it’s fine. Maybe I need to […]

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#16: Hold for…

[JOHN stands outside at the doors of a theatre. GEORGE enters with a grump. He realizes he is not alone.] – Hello – Hi – What’s going on? – Don’t know – Do you want a sweet? – What you got? – Licorice – Ok – Do you like licorice? – No – Why you […]

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#15: The flag

[Three disparate voices speak of times gone by. The audience are alienated.] -All we see is the best, the best, the best, the best -Well, this is interesting -Well, this is silly -Oh and this one is good -Have you read the one that involves a dog, a cat and a baby? -And it’s symbolic […]

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#13: Three dancers and a baby

[A slow dance, somewhere. JEREMY and LILY are together, JEREMY is struggling.] -You’re counting wrong -How? -It’s ¾ -No it isn’t -You don’t even know what that means -Do you want to lead? -No, I like it when you do it -Are you going to dance with Graeme? -Would that be ok? -Yeah -Are you […]

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#11: Cop out

“So long as you write what you wish to write, that is all that matters; and whether it matters for ages or only for hours, nobody can say. But to sacrifice a hair of the head of your vision, a shade of its colour, in deference to some Headmaster with a silver pot in his […]

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#10: Blind Faith

[MEG and STEPHEN sit in their cosy one-bedroom flat. MEG reads a paper. STEPHEN is looking through old CDs. He suddenly pulls one out of the case and puts it on.] -This is possibly the best album in the world. Listen to this. -Really? -Listen -Right -Can you hear that? -What? -Did you hear that? […]

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#9: Gag Reflex (Part 1)

[Philippa enters the stage She holds a sick bag and a basin. She looks a bit queasy for a while, a bit uncertain. Then over time, she vomits. It’s fake of course. This is a performance and Philippa is a performer.] -That’s how it feels [Philippa holds up the sick bag] -If I were more […]

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#7: Abbreviated

[SMITH and MR JONES are in a customer service environment.] -What would you do? -What you mean? -If you were me? If you were in my situation? -I’d apologise -But I’ve not done nothing wrong -I’d still say I’m sorry -That’s not the point -You’re telling me -You want me to agree with you -I […]

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#5: Something later

[GARRETT and QUARK stand by a phone box. It is 6pm. QUARK drinks from a hipflask, while GARRETT shakes in the cold.] –       How do we arrive? –       Probably by car, maybe on foot –       Will we be in the back? –       You’ll be in the front with the driver –       Who’s that? –       Kenneth […]

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