NYCPlaywrights Autumn 2009 Reading Fundraiser
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Sunday, November 15, 2009
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3:30pm – 6:30pm
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Shetler Studios – Bridge Theater
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244 W. 54th Street
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New York, NY
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Description
Ten 10-minute plays by writer members of NYCPlaywrights, performed by actor members of NYCPlaywrights.
Performed by Bruce Barton, Ambar Gonzalez, David Lamberton, Carl Maguire, Sara Vize & Cat Yudain.
OVER by Pamela Wilson
ANGIE: I said shut-up! These are rhetorical questions, oh that means I don’t want or need an answer from you. How does it feel to be talked to like you’re stupid? AH… but you were wrong Tony. I am not stupid.
TAKEN OUT OF CONTEXT by Jim Harvey
IRENE: All I’m going to say is this. You don’t have to be a weatherman to know which way the wind blows.
BASIC TRAINING by Peter Nicholls
GUNNY: You know, I didn’t expect him to say “Oh gee dad, that’s great”, but I sure as hell didn’t expect… this. He walked out on me Andy. He said goodbye, not I’ll call you but goodbye. Oh Christ, losing Eleanor was hard enough; I don’t want to lose my boy too. He’s all I’ve got.
LOVE AND ART by Olivia Arieti
BRAD: Believe me, it wouldn’t be a good solution for Alice. I’m telling you not out of resent… I really do care for her happiness, Dorian.
MISS PUMPKIN RETURNS by Alan Glass
ALICE: My dad was a nut case. He impoverished his family paying off debts his lawyer brother-in-law said he could legally walk away from.
YOUNGER I by Walter Thinnes
EVELYN: You know what avatar means, dear? Because I don’t remember exactly what it meant from that class. Something to do with gods taking forms to visit earth, I think.
THE GOOD WOMEN OF MORNINGSIDE by N. G. McClernan
COURTNEY: I just don’t understand mean girls. It always seems like they have so much free time to do nasty things. Why do they care whether or not I like my cat? It doesn’t hurt them one little bit.
BLOOD by Aliza Einhorn
ROSA: When I was a girl, my father said to me: be the woman that you are! Dark, brooding, empty of light, shattered vessel, be proud. Here, drink. Is this blood, Papa? He laughed at me. Tomato juice.
THE POET SHIRT by Pam Brown
GUY: This is complete and total bullshit. You know it is. If they see me in this they’ll all yell Faggot! They’ll crack me up during the balcony scene. If I saw someone wearing this, that’s exactly what I’d do.
SO THIS IS LOVE by Jan Fingland
WOMAN: Why don’t you go ahead and say it… make a fool of myself. Always have and always will. You’re a rotten cruel bugger! It makes no sense that I should love you so much!
