A play for teenagers which I wrote called ‘The Moon Cut Like a Sickle’ is currently enjoying a five night run at The Mill Theatre in Dundrum, Dublin - thanks to The Balally Players.
I got to go and see it last night in what turned out to be an extraordinary experience for me. You see I travelled there on a little bus in the company of the majority of the cast from the original DoYou Playhouse production of 2006.
It was a great night – the studio theatre was full-to-the-brim (as it will be for the remainder of the run) and the cast were brilliant – really brilliant.
Afterwards, I was mooching around, chatting to my sister and her family (who travelled for the show… thanks Mags!), to the director and the choreographer and to anyone else who would tolerate me.
Suddenly I noticed that the original cast had vanished without a trace.
I searched all over – including outside – but there was no sign of them anywhere. I called all their mobile phones but nobody answered – they had all switched them off for the show. Perhaps they’d gone back to the bus. I was heading for the bus when I got a call from Ellen, one of the cast.
"We’re in the theatre" she whispered, in a ‘Where-the-hell-else-would-we-be?’ sort of a tone.
They were all in the theatre, the old cast and the new. They had got a bit bored with sitting around and had slipped back into the performance space. The Current Cast were giving an encore of some of their favourite bits from the play and the Castlebar Crew were replying by showing how they used to do the scenes, back in the day. I was in time to see most of what they did.
I’m going again tomorrow night.
I expect to enjoy myself again...
But nothing will top that.
Here’s a little smidgen of the play for you.
(Lisa is dragged to the local theatre to see a production of the Greek play Lysistrata – written in 411 BC by Aristophanes. The Athenian heroine comes up with a novel way of discouraging their menfolk from continually going to war. This gives Lisa a similar idea which she thinks she and her friends might use for encouraging their own fast-car-obsessed boyfriends to ‘slow-the-feck-down’.)
DAISY: In this great 'Listerine' play of yours, how did they stop their men from warring?
LISA: They... withdrew.
LISA: ...drew, that's right.
DAISY: How do you mean they 'withdrew'? Where did they withdraw to?
LISA: Not 'where', 'what'?
DAISY: Okay. What did they 'withdraw'?
DAISY: Lisa... what the hell did they withdraw?
LISA: Everything... their favours.
DAISY: Hang on... you mean...
She makes an ambiguous gesture with both hands.
LISA: I do.
DAISY: I'm fifteen years old, I don't actually do 'favours'.
MADGE: Yeah, sure.
DAISY: Shut up you.
LISA: I don't mean sex. We're all far too young for that.
MADGE snickers again.
DAISY: I said shut up.
LISA: I mean the things we do do - kissing and hugging and general ego boosting and...
just... riding around with them in their stupid stupid stupid cars.
DAISY: Until they stop.
LISA: Until they stop.
MADGE: Or at least... Slow down?
(c) Ken Armstrong