First Play

Dramatis Personae:

The Author, female

Lights up on the AUTHOR sitting on a bed typing on a Macbook in a bedroom illuminated only by a single lamp with a pink shade on the bedside table. Her typing is erratic - the product of some instruction but mostly a sort of made up system that she has adapted from years of frantically trying to write people's words verbatim. An iTunes library on shuffle accompanies the hard tapping of keys - a mixture of show tunes, opera, classical, pop, rock and movie soundtracks. For a moment, she breaks into reverie.

AUTHOR.

Imagine when I could speak without my fingers. Imagine a time when a voice vibrated through folds in your throat instead of a wire.

Pause.

But why should I imagine? The point is the words of speech, right?

She continues typing.

Not the voicing of nostalgia.

Lights fade, but the tapping plays on.

END.