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Drama Scripts
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| A matter of Relations-part 3 | |
| By BrianRobertNeal | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
| 14 September 2006 | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
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A hastily re-written Scene 4. SCENE 4-"BACKSTAGE-BEFORE AND AFTER THE SHOW" NARRATOR-Nigel is in the living room. He picks up the items from the top of the cabinet and goes to the kitchen. Where he sorts through the items and picks up a theatre programme and a video. Inside the programme is a hand drawn/written greetings card. NIGEL-Yeoman of the Guard. Narrator-He puts the items down. Even when she was blocked from his mind fate conspired to bring her back into it. The card brings back memories of the last night of the show. Mother and Gerry had gone to the “Last Night”. So what if it was the local Playhouse, it was a 350 seater and sold out. It had also run for two weeks and the Local Papers had been full of praise for the Nigel and Arwen. She also wanted to see what Arwen looked like. Gerry had hinted that Nigel was smitten with her; he thought that this was mutual but Nigel would not have it. One moment Gerry and Mother were stood in the Foyer and then Gerry shot off, shouting , “Don’t worry, I’ll be back.” Arwen had entered the Foyer and was making her way to the “Stage Door”. Gerry accosted her, Gerry-Excuse me you’re Arwen aren’t you? Arwen-Yes. Gerry- Well I’m Gerry, Nige’s baby brother. Arwen- Aren’t you two alike, I thought you looked familiar. Gerry-Yes we are, but I’m younger and better looking. Arwen-Well you’re younger. Anyway what do you want I’m in a hurry. Gerry-Can you let me in back stage and tell me where I’ll find Nige, I want to wish him good luck” Arwen – OK, follow me. Narrator-As they went down the passage leading to the back of house Arwen asked Arwen-Gerry could you give this card to Nige, it’s to wish him good luck. Gerry –Oh no, you give it to him. He’d never forgive me if I did. Mind nothing personal but I’m sick of Arwen this and Arwen that, she’s so beautiful, and talented, and funny and, you name it, you’re it. He’s besotted. Arwen-Gerry I love him. Gerry-Arwen, he adores you. Nige’s OK, but when you get to know him he a complete dick head. Arwen –That’s exactly what he said about you. Narrator- The Lead tenor called over to Arwen and she left Gerry. Gerry went to the Green Room.] Earlier Nigel had gone to the Green Room and had ticked his name off the cast list. Then he had waited, for her name was unticked as she was always the last in. It was one of her superstitions. He stood nervously knowing what he had wanted to say and also believing that he would never say it. To his surprise Gerry enters. NIGEL-How did you get backstage? GERRY-That's nice, "Hallo Gerry, thanks for coming. Hope you enjoy yourself". But oh no, "what are you doing here". I don't know why I bother. Mum's here, Georgie's not, of course. In answer to your question; I met this little woman in the foyer, you know, the one in the photos. I told her I was your brother and that I wanted to wish you luck. She let me in backstage. Was that "Her"? NIGEL-Yes. GERRY-I thought it was. I'm in the way aren't I? NIGEL-Just a little bit. GERRY-Well Nige, play a blinder! I think you're on a winner! NARRATOR- Arwen enters. ARWEN-I see you've found your brother. NARRATOR-Gerry turns towards Arwen and is stood with his back to Nigel. Nigel does not hear what Gerry says, GERRY-Yes, thanks for getting me in. I must be off, bye. However Arwen, I would, if I was you. You've nothing to lose, apart from perhaps ending up with me as a relative. NARRATOR-Gerry leaves the green Room. ARWEN-I like your brother. He is so like you in manner. Oh, by the way, I've got something for you. NARRATOR-Arwen gives Nigel a hand-drawn card. He reads it and puts it into his pocket. On the cover was a caricature of Nigel as Jack Point. He was dead on the floor but one eye was half open. By the side of him was a caricature of Arwen dressed as Elsie, she was stood cross-legged and holding her skirts tightly to her body. On the inside of the card, the message read, “To Jack, If you don’t stop trying to look up my skirt, I’ll start wearing draws. Best of luck, Elsie will break Jack’s heart, but I’d never break yours. Arwen The script was in florid hand and there was a little cross in the eye of the final lower case e. Nigel was amused, puzzled and exceptionally emotional in equal proportions. However he kept a calm exterior. NIGEL-Thank you, it’s great. Hasn't the time gone quickly? It seems like only yesterday that we started rehearsals. ARWEN-Yes. Can it possibly be the last night? In a few hours it will be all over NIGEL-Might I say that you make a beautiful Elsie? You'd break any Jack Point's heart." ARWEN-Thank you, kind sir. And might I say that you make a wonderful Jack Point? NIGEL-Thank you fair maiden NARRATOR-He takes her hand and kisses it. Neither of them lets go. They hover, hug, kiss, and then break apart. ARWEN-We must go; we've got to get made up and into costume. It's only 30 minutes to beginners. Narrator-Arwen and Nigel make there way to their dressing rooms. Gerry has gone back to the Foyer, where he rejoins Mother. Mother-Where have you been? What have you been doing? Gerry, “I’ve been matchmaking mum. Isn’t Arwen lovely? Mother- She’s gorgeous; she’s like a tiny Georgie. Don’t let Nige know that I know. I want to see my grandchildren so I can’t upset his wife. So what I don’t know, I can’t blurt out. Gerry- It’s time that somebody told Nige about his bloody wife’s going’s on. Mother- No Gerry, leave things as they are, it’s for the best. Their children need never know. As long as Nige has got someone, then everyone’s a winner. Gerry-Come on mum it’s time we took our seats. Narrator-The show was just a blur. Nigel had pulled out all the stops. His tears were from the heart and the audience shared his despair at the loss of Elsie, and, unknown to them, in the real world, Arwen. When the curtain finally fell there was a long quiet. Then a massive uproar of clapping and cheering but Nigel was oblivious to the curtain calls and the acclaim. The audience thought that he was still “in role” and clapped even louder. Nigel could not get off the stage quickly enough to retreat to his dressing room distraught. He would never see Arwen again, or touch her, or kiss her or dance with her, or make her laugh. Having got out of costume and make up as quickly as he could, he stood in what seemed the very bottom of the pit of despair. As he often did when on his own and very down, he sang. Unbeknown to him Arwen had also got out of costume, and removed her make up as quickly as possible. But unlike Nigel, she had decided that action needed to be taken. He had not heard Arwen’s 1st soft knock on the dressing room door, for she was being discreet and did not want to draw too much attention to herself. Though there was no reply she had partly opened the door and then watched as he sang. Nigel- “On the night, a face was appearing Again and again the one I love I saw, She was there, where was I? Spread-eagled neath her shadow on the floor, That’s where we are, Love from afar. Her dark black hair tumbled in tresses, Her smile it quite eclipsed the sun, Laughing eyes that saw right through me. To think she’ll never be my one. That’s where we are. Love from afar. That’s where we are.” Narrator-When he’d finished Arwen knocked loudly on the partly open door and entered the dressing room. She quickly closed the door behind her. Arwen-I see you’ve got a better dressing room than me. Typical! It went well tonight didn’t it? Nigel- “Yes, the cast were great, the audience loved it and you as ever, were fantastic.” Narrator- Arwen bursts into song, Arwen-“I’ve got a song to sing oh” Nigel- “Sing me your one song.” Narrator- Arwen continued but as Nigel listened he noted that she had changed the words. Arwen It was sung to the moon by a love lorn loon Who fled from the cheering throng oh. It’s the song of a merry man moping now, Whose glance is sad and whose look is cowed, Who seeks no applause and who craves no bow, As he sighs for the love of a lady Heidy Heidy misery me lackaday dee, Seek your applause and crave your bow For you live in the love of a lady” Narrator-They fell into each other arms, and then pulled apart. Neither knew what to say next. Arwen broke the silence. Arwen-What was the problem with the curtain at the end? Nigel- They couldn’t lower it down. It would have come down on my head. When I “died” and fell, I’d got too near the edge. Arwen-I think we both have. Nige, you are staying on for the striking of the set aren’t you? Nigel-Yes. Arwen-Penny, who I come with, is going straight off, but I’d like to be involved. Do you think you could give me a lift home? Narrator-Nigel thought, “oh yes, oh yes, oh yes” but he actually said, Nigel- Certainly. Come on then, let’s get down there and give a hand. Narrator- They left the dressing room and went down and onto the back of stage area.
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