titled, bitches!

sorry, i get excited. we finally have a title for the play. not a working title, but a real live title!

coming to Access Theater, opening on May 30th, Truant Arts is proud to present Four Square.

the tag line is still in the works, but we have to have something to ponder and later share with you.

=)

We got a space for Discomfort

That sounds like a dank basement in the suburbs somewhere -- with sound proof walls and hooks on the ceiling.

But it isn't. We've just taken Access Theater's Gallery space for six performances of "Discomfort" for the week of May 29-June 4. We'll be sure to let you know what's happening as things develop, so stay tuned.

The crew read the new script without me ...

But I hear things went well. It's time to get back to work.

Sweet.

a Victorian Era Virginian bride-to-be opines in her diary...

"...Will he love me as I desire to be loved?  I don't look for perfect bliss, but the whole soul of my Husband devoted to love me. ...I would be foolish to expect perfect happiness, but my heart will demand perfect Love."

-Sarah Anderson

Welcome, Nick!

Earl has been recast!  We are very happy to welcome Nick DeMarco to the team.  Along with Marjorie Swartz, Ryan P.A. Walsh, and Gabi Van Horn, Truant gets back into the lab this coming Monday to start rehearsing the latest version of Discomfort [working title].  It's good to be productive.

In the audition room

Bob and Marjorie at the director's table, anxiously awaiting our next actor

Here's a new opening for "Discomfort," aka "Truant One."

We've been working on this play for months now, and based on the feedback everyone gave us during the workshop performances, I've been wrestling with set-up for the two unlovers. Here's the latest attempt, unless it really sucks. In that case, forget I mentioned it.

TIME

Now. Early Morning

(The lights come up on a nicely furnished two-bedroom apartment. It is night. There is just enough light so anyone entering would not enter a dark house. No one is seen. Then, on the stairs...)

EARL: If I die, promise me you'll tell the media I was found in a compromising position. 

JANICE: It's only five flights.

EARL: The penthouse?

JANICE: We do have roof access.

EARL: Promise me.

JANICE: Well, Penelope and Katharine in 5C have a stuffed parrot.

EARL: That's a start.

JANICE: And an alternative lifestyle. 

EARL: Better.

JANICE: And great-grandchildren.

EARL: Sold.

JANICE: I'll see what I can do. But it won't be necessary. Here we are. Home sweet--  (Realizes she doesn't have her keys.) Shit!

EARL: What?

JANICE: Shit, shit, shit ...

EARL: What?

JANICE: Hi.

EARL: Hi ...

JANICE: Could you? ... (Hands some of the contents of her purse to EARL.)

EARL: Sure.

JANICE: Thanks. ... And ... (Hands more to EARL.) Damn it.

EARL: Let me guess. You don't have your--

JANICE: Ummm. ... I haven't exhausted all the possibilities yet.

EARL: OK.

JANICE: But it doesn't look good. This is embarrassing.

EARL: It's fine.

JANICE: I'm such an idiot.

EARL: It's fine. You have a lovely hallway.

JANICE: Thanks.

EARL: I'm getting a chance to catch my breath. And, chagrin looks good on you.

JANICE: Thanks. ... I think.

EARL: It does. You wear it well.

(To be continued)