THAT’S WHAT YOU GET WHEN YOU LET YOUR HEART WIN
A PLAY WITH NO DIALOGUE
It is an afternoon in the middle of winter. The young woman is in a bright red coat and walking from one side of the stage. She is deep in thought and wearing headphones. The big kind that cover your ears like ear muffs. The audience can hear what song she is listening to. It is a loud and angry song. She does not look angry. She is holding a keep cup and sipping from it as she walks.
Coming from the other side of the stage are a young man and young woman. They are holding hands and making love eyes at each other. They stop a moment to kiss quickly but fervently as the woman in the red coate walks past them and glances. She stops and as the couple stop embracing and walk on by the woman in the red coat drops her keep cup and falls to the ground and the lid separates from the cup part. It makes a noise loud enough to get the couple to turn around. The woman in the red coat sighs and starts to pick up her cup and lid and pits them back together. She has tears in her eyes as she does this and starts sniffing a bit.
The man is watching the woman in the red coat as she fixes her cup situation. The young woman the young man is with is pulling on his hand to try and get him to continue moving on in their day. When the woman in the red coat gets back up to a standing position she looks up and sees the man looking at her. She looks back at him. Her face looks shocked and sad and confused. Then her expression changes from sad to furious. He smiles at her and hands her a five dollar note to use to replace the spilt coffee perhaps. He then allows himself to be pulled on forward and the couple exit the stage. The woman in the red coat is left standing on the street all by herself with her ear phones on. She stares at the money clutched in her hand with no gratitufe and all the confused rage.
The music is still playing. Or maybe it isn’t. Perhaps the scene would work better if she had earphones on but the audience was not able to hear what she was listening to. The scene ends here with the woman alone and still stunned.
An art opening full of cool young people holding glasses of wine or bottles of beer. The art is abstract and bright coloured. There is a sculpture of a giant rock resting on a plinth. There are tiny objects around the rock and there is an art lover choosing a tiny object and blue tacking it to the giant rock that has other tiny things blue tacked onto it. It is an interactive art experience. The woman in the red coat is there with a drink in her hand wearing more make up than she was when on the street. Her hair is out and falling around her shoulders. She looks happy and interested in her surrounding. The woman who was pulling the young man in the previous scene e is also at the art opening. She is alone this time. The young man is nowhere to be found.
The woman who was with the young man in the previous scene is also holding a drink. It is the same drink as the woman in the red coat. The two woman are in each others eye line but there are too many people around. The woman is still wearing the red coat and the other woman is wearing the same outfit as the previous scene. This way the audiences know that it’s the evening of the same day. The woman in the red coat is looking around the room and so is the other woman. The crowd moves a little and suddenly the two women lock eyes briefly. The woman in the red coat stares as the other woman breaks into a smile of recognition. The woman in the red coat does not smile back and averts her eyes straight away. The woman in the red coat goes to the table where empty glasses are and she places her unfinished drink on the table. She then quickly exits the gallery and exits the stage. The woman who smiled at her is left looking on in confusion embarrassment. Perhaps she thinks that she didn’t actually see the woman from earlier that day.
The woman in the red coat is in her bedroom and crying quite freely as she sits on her bed with a small box in front of her. She is not wearing leggings and a over sized jumper her feet are bare.
The young woman is taking letters out of the small box and reading parts of them silently and crying as she scrunches each piece of paper into a tight ball. She does this with exact and pointed movements. She scrunches and scrunches until each ball is as small as it can be. She then tosses each paper ball into the waste paper basket by the bed. She scrunches up about four letters before she stops to wipe her nose with her sleeve and sniff and try to pull herself together. She picks up another letter from the box and instead of reading anything she simply starts scrunching it all up into one ball, all three pages of the one letter. She continues scrunching up all the letters until the box is empty and the small bin is full to over flowing with scrunched up pieces of paper covered in hand writing.
The woman is outside under a night sky. It is her back yard. She has the waste paper basket full of scrunched up letters under her arm and a box of matches and a stove lighter in her other hand. There is a small fire pit surrounded by stones. There is the sound of an owl. She puts the scrunched up letters in the fire pit and blows on her fingers to warm them up. She lights a match and holds the tiny flame to one of the scrunched up pieces of paper. The flame catches and she smiles as she watches the flames get bigger as more of the paper starts to burn. As the letters burn and the woman watches them it might work to have parts of the letters being read in the voice of the person who wrote them.
The parts can be heard as she is remembering them. The memories of what he wrote cannot be burned.
1 year later.
The two women are sitting together behind a table filled with zines and post cards. Behind them is a giant banner that shows a picture of the front cover of their zine collaboration, next to the cover is some large writing that says THAT’S WHAT YOU GET WHEN YOU LET YOUR HEART WIN By Tania Pendet and Dania Wu
There are other people sitting on either side of them with their own tables filled with hand made zines and badges and works on paper. There is the sound of excited people milling about looking at the stuff on display. The two women are showing each other stuff on their phones and laughing. A group of young women come to their table and pick up the zine. Each of the women purchase a copy of the zine for themselves. The two friends and creative collaborators put their phones away and serve the customers.