Tiny Imaginary Play #1

Empty stage.
Upstage right, a drumset.

A drummer enters, sits down, starts fooling around on the drums, amusing himself.

Three women enter, wearing black coats of various styles (leather, overcoat, ski jacket, etc) over dance-training apparel. They are barefoot and look vulnerable, protected only by their bulky jackets.

They dance. It involves lots of elbows and angles. Their coats simultaneously inhibit their movements and make their dance more interesting.

The drummer continues playing. He's not accompanying the dancers. Rather they seem to accompany him.

A large, beautiful woman in a red sequined dress enters downstage left. She and the drummer greet each other. She gets into his groove, she begins to sing

WOMAN:
What do ya say to the hole?
What do ya say to the hole?
What do ya say, tell me what do ya say
to the hole in the bottom of the well?

We start to hear the dancers as they move. Not words just sounds, animalian and breathing.

They begin to remove their coats, each in her own way. It's a struggle.

Playful struggle?
Frustrating struggle?
Hopeless struggle?

As each coat is removed, something is revealed on each woman's body. A hidden prop, a jagged scar, a bleeding wound, a fresh tattoo?

They look at the audience for a long beat, then exit. The woman in red sings the final verse of the song, and lights dim.

WOMAN:
What do ya see in the hole?
What do ya see in the hole?
What do ya see, tell me what do ya see
in the hole in the middle of the sky?

(Written 1/14/11, after Solo Training Session #1)