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Thursday, January 5, 2017

Palm Beach Dramaworks

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Palm Beach Dramaworks has revised its submission criteria for out-of-state (Florida) residents by welcoming plawrights without represenation to submit a brief synopsis of their play along with their bio to The Dramaworkshop Manager for consideration. 

In addition, the Dramaworkshop has expanded its reach to include graduating MFA Playwriting candidates.

The Dramaworkshop submission period for new, unproduced plays for its developmental lab is open now through January 31, 2017

The selected plays may receive any or all of the following: workshops, staged readings, and developmental productions. Interested playwrights can find guidelines and submission links on PBD's website,palmbeachdramaworks.org/dramaworkshop.

PBD has been delighted by the quantity and quality of submissions since The Dramaworkshop was launched in 2014. Scripts are read by a company of resident artists, who choose a select few for development and remain involved throughout the process. Last year, four plays went on to various phases of development including Jennifer Fawcett's Buried Cities, which received a full developmental production. 
 
The ultimate goal of The Dramaworkshop is to produce new work for PBD and stages all over the country.

Palm Beach Dramaworks is a non-profit, professional theatre and is a member of the Theatre Communications Group, the South Florida Theatre League, Florida Professional Theatres Association, and the Cultural Council of Palm Beach County.

Women in the Age of Trump: PLEASE DONATE SO KAYLA CAN MEET PRESIDENT TRUMP

PLEASE DONATE SO KAYLA CAN MEET PRESIDENT TRUMP by Paul Defilippo is a semi-finalist for NYCPlaywrights project "Women in the Age of Trump."

PAUL DEFILIPPO is a senior year student at Queens College in Queens, NY, currently completing undergraduate degrees in both Drama and English. He has acted and/or assisted behind the scenes of a handful of productions, including Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?, Cloud Nine, and The Cherry Orchard. He will also be performing in Twelfth Night and Damn Yankees in the near future.

Thanks to Paul Defilippo for allowing NYCPlaywrights to publish this excerpt from his monologue PLEASE DONATE SO KAYLA CAN MEET PRESIDENT TRUMP.

   KAYLA 
Hi! My name is Kayla and I’m six years old. And I’m SO happy ‘cause on Election Day my mommy went out to vote and she prayed and she prayed and she prayed…

   (She stops for a breath.)

… and she prayed so hard for us to get a new President, because she said President Obama was re-tired and whenever I’m re-tired my mommy puts me to bed and tells me a story and I fall asleep. So I’m so happy we have a new President because now Obama can finally get some sleep. I can’t imagine staying awake for eight years straight ‘cause I haven’t even been alive for eight years. My mommy was really happy too, because when she watched the election, she started crying! I couldn’t believe it ‘cause my mommy never cries! And my other mommy was so excited she said we’re gonna go on vacation to Canada! I’ve never been there but I love tacos. But, the reason I’m making this video is ‘cause I wanna go to the in-aug-ur-a-tion so I can see President Donald Trump become the President, but I can’t go because my mommy who says we’re going to Canada says we’re not white soup reminisces. But I really wanna go, so I’m asking the Internet to send money so Kayla can go to the inagration. And if I go, I’ll take pictures of everything in Washington D.C. and I’ll go to every restaurant and take pictures of all the food and post them so you can all see.

Wednesday, January 4, 2017

Women in the Age of Trump: WE GATHER TOGETHER

WE GATHER TOGETHER by Carol Mullen is a semi-finalist for NYCPlaywrights project "Women in the Age of Trump."

Pittsburgh playwright CAROL MULLEN is delighted to be included among the semi-finalists in the WOMEN IN THE AGE OF TRUMP project. Her work has been produced by theaters and festivals including the Emerging Artists Theater, 10 x 10 in the Triangle, Los Angeles Women's Theatre Project, and Stage Q. 


Thanks to Carol Mullen for allowing NYCPlaywrights to publish this excerpt from her play WE GATHER TOGETHER.

   VERN 
Right after I quit my job. Might as well live life to the
fullest before martial law kicks in. 
   JENNIFER 
Besides, no one's going to need a tax attorney after January 20. 
   MARGE 
Who'll be paying taxes? 
   (Marge, Vern, and Jennifer laugh loudly, sharing the joke.) 
   JORDAN 
Maybe mulled wine would be good. Or a big glass of vodka. 
   MARGE
Great choices - it'll be our national beverage soon, eh comrades?  
   (Marge returns to the kitchen, pours a glass of vodka, brings it in for Jordan.) 
   JENNIFER 
Is Dirk coming for Thanksgiving dinner? 
   MARGE 
Only dessert.
   JORDAN 
Who's Dirk? 
   VERN 
Your mom's lover.
   (Jordan chokes on a cheese puff, coughs, takes a long drink of vodka, coughs some more.) 
   MARGE
In through the nose, out through the mouth. 
   JORDAN
Your...lover? 
   VERN 
You might know him - he works at the skate park on Highland.
   JORDAN 
   (beat) 
Have you lost your fucking minds? 
   VERN 
Language, Jordan. 
   JORDAN 
We're in the middle of a national crisis and you're -
   MARGE 
Pulling together and making the best of it. 
   JORDAN 
You're having an affair! With someone who works at a skate
park!
   MARGE 
Don't be elitist Sweet Pea. 
   JORDAN 
   (to Vern)
You can't be okay with that.
   VERN 
We're straddling the brink of nuclear holocaust - who am I to deny your mother as many orgasms as she can handle?

Women in the Age of Trump: TELEPATHY

TELEPATHY by Brian Leahy Doyle is a semi-finalist for NYCPlaywrights project "Women in the Age of Trump."

BRIAN LEAHY DOYLE is a teacher, a theater director, and the author of Encore! The Renaissance of Wisconsin Opera Houses, the 2010 recipient of the Theatre Historical Society of America’s Outstanding Book Award. His work as a playwright has appeared in theaters in New York, Chicago, and California, including Greetings from Fitzwalkerstan which was produced at Broom Street Theater in Madison, Wisconsin, and The Chancers!which received a staged reading at The Players Club in Manhattan in June 2016. http://brianleahydoyle.wixsite.com/brianleahydoyle

Thanks to Brian Doyle for allowing NYCPlaywrights to publish this excerpt from his play TELEPATHY.
   VITO

So, what – now you want a divorce?

   ANGELA

I love you, Vito, and tonight if you had given me one glimmer of hope that you still had romantic feelings for me, no, I wouldn’t – but, yeah, call it impulsive, call me crazy, call me pre-menopausal, but I want a divorce, and I want you to go home, pack your gym bag, and move out. Now!

   VITO

Can I wait until the appetizer?

   ANGELA

No!

   VITO

You’re really pissed!

   ANGELA

Yeah, what’d the guy Shakespeare say, “Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned”?

   VITO

You brought this on yourself, you know, if you’d’ve put out more often…

   ANGELA

   (A storm brewing in the distance, enunciating each word for effect) 
Don’t. Make. Me. Raise. My. Voice. Cause I will. Leave. Now!

  (Beat.)

   VITO

Okay, I’ll be at Aunt Sophie’s in case you change your mind –
    ANGELA

Out. Go. Leave. NOW!

   VITO

You’re making a big mistake.

  (ANGELA fixes a look that could strip lacquer.)

   VITO

All right, I’m going.

(VITO leaves. Silence. A swelling of the music in the background. ANGELA begins to weep quietly. JONAH enters with a water pitcher. He assesses the situation.)

   JONAH

Madame, are you all right?

   ANGELA

Do I look all right?

   JONAH

   (After a beat) 
No. 
   (At a loss) 
Would you care for a cup of freshly brewed Fair Trade Organic Coffee? Or I can brew a pot of organic hibiscus tea...

   (ANGELA begins to cry uncontrollably. JONAH looks around the empty restaurant, then sits down in the other chair, and tentatively touches her hand.)

   JONAH

Are you sure I can’t get you something...?

   ANGELA

No. 
   (Through sobbing and tears) 
What’s your name?

   JONAH

Jonah.

   ANGELA

Like the guy in the whale?

   JONAH

Yes, I suppose.

   ANGELA

Nice to meet you, Jonah, like the guy in the whale. 
   (Proffering her hand) 
Angela.

   JONAH
   (With a beatific smile) 
I’m pleased to meet you, Angela.

On the Air Radio Players seeks radio plays

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On the Air Radio Players (“OTARP”) is excited to announce our seventh annual contest for original radio plays. We are looking for writers who love the world of radio drama as much as we do, and we want your best original work to perform onstage as one of our live radio shows!

Every year, OTARP stages recreations of classic shows from the Golden Age of Radio – shows like Fibber McGee & Molly and The Lone Ranger – but we also love to produce original scripts written in the style of those wonderful shows from the 30s, 40s, and 50s!

For our contest this year, we’re looking for comedies, dramas, mysteries, westerns, sci-fi…any story you want to submit. But whatever your script entails, it needs to have a scene where one character turns to another and says:

“We’re almost out of gas.”

What happens next is up to you. Maybe comedy ensues! It could be the start of an exciting adventure or the end of a hair-raising nightmare. Just make sure it’s appropriate for a family audience (think PG-13 and below), has a good mix of male and female characters, and has plenty of sound effects for our Foley artists to create! And don’t forget about commercials – we love to see fictional products advertised in that great old time radio style!

Scripts must be submitted by February 1, 2017.

Winners will be notified no later than April 1. Winning scripts will be performed by On the Air Radio Players at our June show (June 6th and 7th, 2017).

Contest Rules
  • If your script is selected, we reserve the right to edit for time and format.
  • The script should be between 15 minutes and 25 minutes in length.
  • It must be an original script, unpublished, unproduced and free of royalty and copyright restrictions. Adaptations of short stories, novels, radio plays, films, or any other published work will not be considered. Scripts containing licensed characters will not be considered.
  • It must be appropriate in language and themes for a family audience (think PG-13 or lower). Scripts containing profanity, ethnic slurs, and/or sexual content will not be considered.
  • There are no limits on sound effects or settings, but keep in mind that your script should be able to be performed with an ensemble of 6 to 12 people, and the sound will be created by a table full of gadgets, gizmos and the vocal talent of our sound effects wizards. We use an electronic keyboard for musical intros and outros, but we do not use pre-recorded sound effects in general or licensed musical recordings in our shows.
  • Up to three scripts may be submitted by one author.
  • All scripts must be postmarked by or before February 1, 2017 or send by email by or before that date. Winners will be notified by April 1, 2017.
  • Scripts will be judged anonymously by the Board of Directors of the On the Air Radio Players.

How to Submit a Script

OTARP accepts electronic and hard copy submissions. All scripts should be typed using a standard radio script formatting (see next page for example) and numbered. The author’s name should not appear anywhere in the manuscript except the first title page.

Please include TWO title pages: the first one will include the title, your name, address, phone number, and email address. The second title page will have the title only.

Scripts will not be returned, so save a copy for yourself!

Send scripts by mail to: County of Henrico Division of Recreation and Parks

Attn: OTARP Radio Scriptwriting Contest
P.O. Box 907755
Henrico, VA 23273

You may also send by e-mail to per22@co.henrico.va.us with the subject line OTARP Scriptwriting Contest.

Judges’ decisions are final. Judges reserve the right not to award all prizes if no suitable script is chosen. The County of Henrico does not assume responsibility for loss, damage or return of scripts.

Only scripts submitted through the appropriate mail or e-mail channels will be accepted.

Questions? Email us at info@OTARP.com.

Women in the Age of Trump: “MACTRUMP” Playlet Spoof For The Trumpettes By Griselda Steiner

MACTRUMP by Griselda Steiner is a semi-finalist for NYCPlaywrights project "Women in the Age of Trump."

GRISELDA STEINER is a playwright, poet, freelance and screenplay writer. Her plays have been read at the Actors Studio, the Page Torn Salon, the Episcopal Actors Guild and the Woodstock Fringe. 

Thanks to Griselda Steiner for allowing NYCPlaywrights to publish this excerpt from her play MACTRUMP.
Three WITCHES, IVANKA (Trump’s daughter with Ivana), TIFFANY (Trump’s daughter with Marla Maples) and Melania (Trump’s current wife) are dressed as glamorous witches in black gowns and witch hats. They are making a witches brew in a large cauldron over a fire in a dark wood.

   WITCHES
 
   (together)

Fair is foul and foul is fair

We hover through the filthy air

Double, Double toil and trouble

Fire burn and cauldron bubble.
 
   WITCH IVANKA

Tiffany, your mother Marla took my father from my mother, Ivana.
 
   WITCH TIFFANY

Ivanka, your father said it was OK to call you a piece of ass.
 
   WITCH MELANIA

And I Melania, MacTrump was groping pussy while I was pregnant.
 
   WITCHES 
   (together)

PussyGate!

Round about the cauldron go

In the poisoned entrails throw in

MacTrump’s insulted women.

Like a hell broth bubble and toil

Let MacTrump's sins boil.

Cool it with some menstrual blood

Then the charm is firm and good.
 
   (They throw small dolls into the cauldron.)  
   WITCHES 
   (together)

Pigs, slobs, disgusting animals, Michelle the Baby - Nasty Chelsea - Rude Crude Rosie - Ginsburg the Faker - Bimbo Megan - Ugly Midler – Cher the Loser - Piggy Machado.

   WITCH TIFFANY

Pity no macho men came out to defend them.

   WITCHES 
   (together)

Wiccans now we curse MacTrump who treated us as broads he’d dump,

Hark I hear the Thane’s approaching speedy steed! 
   WITCH MELANIA

He wants to know our predictions after the election.

   WITCH IVANKA

Hark, now returns the Thane from his campaign.

   WITCH TIFFANY

Although he didn’t lose, his future fate is ours to choose.  
(CLAP of THUNDER. Orange smoke rises from the cauldron. MAC TRUMP enters.) 
   MACTRUMP 
   (to himself)

Let darkness hide my wicked ambitions

The work the hand must do for the eye to see - is the Tweet.

I said I’d make America great again

A promise I made so I could win.

   (to the WTICHES)

How now you secret midnight hags – what are you up to now?

   WITCHES  
   (together)

Oh noble MacTrump – come warm by the fire.

Let us know your desire.

Tuesday, January 3, 2017

Women in the Age of Trump: CLINTON VERSUS TRUMP SEX ROMP GO!

CLINTON VERSUS TRUMP SEX ROMP GO! by Xavier Toby is a semi-finalist for NYCPlaywrights project "Women in the Age of Trump."

XAVIER TOBY is a playwright, comedian and author from Australia who now resides in New York City. His work has been performed around the world, and for the last two years has been a member of the Athena Theatre Playwrights Group. http://www.athenatheatre.com | http://www.xaviertoby.com/

Thanks to Xavier Toby for allowing NYCPlaywrights to publish this excerpt from his play CLINTON VERSUS TRUMP SEX ROMP GO!
(They put on their masks.) 
   BECCA 
   (As Trump, with fingers in the air) 
Winning! 
   SANDRA 
Donald, I can’t wait to make you moan and groan. Like the
little bitch you are. 
   BECCA 
Moaning! Groaning! And winning! 
   SANDRA 
 Now get over here. 
   BECCA 
Yes ma’am. 
   (BECCA obediently goes over to SANDRA.) 
   SANDRA 
On your knees. 
   (BECCA kneels.) 
   BECCA 
I wish Melania spoke to me like this. I’m going to build a
wall! 
   SANDRA
Shut up! And stand up. And stick your tongue in my mouth.

   (They mash their faces together,with the masks still on,and laugh. Then SANDRA pushes BECCA towards the bed.) 
   BECCA 
I need you to punish me. Like I’m an illegal Mexican who’s also a Muslim. And a woman. 
   (SANDRA whips off the Hillary mask. BECCA carefully removes the Donald mask.)
   SANDRA 
I can’t believe you just said that. 
   BECCA 
But when you were wearing this mask, you said that Bill
Clinton was a... 
   SANDRA 
I know. 
   BECCA 
This idea of yours, for tonight. How did you see it working
out? In your mind? 
   SANDRA 
Not like this, obviously. I was hoping, I don’t know. Things haven’t been great with us. For a while now. 
   BECCA 
I know. 

   SANDRA 
Like, our issues. In the bedroom. And outside of it. And
nobody can even mention politics without it turning into a
huge fight. So I thought... Two birds. Ya know? 
   BECCA 
I understand. I mean, I did get dressed up. 
   SANDRA 
You look amazing.
   BECCA 
So do you. 
   SANDRA 
The risky stuff. The "forbidden". It’s meant to be sexy. Well that was the plan, anyway.

Women in the Age of Trump: ASKING FOR IT

ASKING FOR IT by Rhea MacCallum is a semi-finalist for NYCPlaywrights project "Women in the Age of Trump."

RHEA MACCALLUM’s plays have been produced on six continents. She is published with Smith & Kraus, Pioneer Drama, Original Works and Heuer Publishing. A member of the Dramatists Guild, ICWP and ALAP, she holds a BA from USC and MFA from the Actors Studio Drama School. www.rheamaccallum.com @rheaplaywright

Thanks to Rhea MacCallum for allowing NYCPlaywrights to publish this excerpt from her play ASKING FOR IT.

   OFFICER

There’s no need to use that kind language.

   WOMAN

What language?

   OFFICER

You know what you said.

   WOMAN

???

   OFFICER

… gas-guzzler. Clearly you are predisposed to have an issue with this vehicle that allegedly hit you.

   WOMAN

What do you mean ‘allegedly’ hit me?

   OFFICER

We have not yet established that a hit and run took place.

   WOMAN

But I was hit, by the SUV, bounced off the vehicle and hit the ground as the driver sped away. I have scratches.

   OFFICER

Yes, but… those scratches may be from a previous encounter.   
   WOMAN

They’re fresh. And red. There’s even a little blood.

   OFFICER

I need to confirm… did you have a cocktail with your salad, or maybe take a pill, or maybe forget to take a pill?

   WOMAN

No.

   OFFICER

So you’re normally this agitated?

   WOMAN

No, normally I’m not hit by a vehicle while waiting for the light to change and normally I’m not interrogated for being the victim of an accident. Look, this has been a really long day and I’m kind of regretting calling this incident in but I felt like I should because a crime was committed and there’s somebody out there driving recklessly and I’d really like them to be caught before they seriously hurt someone.

   OFFICER

So you had a long day?

   WOMAN

Yeah…

   OFFICER

Is it possible that your mental facilities were impaired at the time of the incident?

   WOMAN

No, I am not mentally impaired.

   OFFICER

But you are tired, so maybe you were in the cross walk a little and just didn’t notice? Maybe you stepped off the curb just a few seconds too soon?

   WOMAN

No, I was standing on the slope of the sidewalk where it dips for wheelchairs. I know this because I was using the slope to help stretch out the back of my calves.

   OFFICER

Oh, so you weren’t even facing the street then?

   WOMAN

I was at an angle.

   OFFICER

Did you see the driver before they hit you?

   WOMAN

The tinted windows were too dark. I couldn’t identify the driver at all other than they looked masculine, broad shoulders, short, cropped hair.

2017 MN Shorts Festival

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Submissions for the 2017 MN Shorts Festival will open Jan. 1st and will be taken through Feb. 1st, 2017. (Minnesota playwrights have until March 1st.)

To enter, send your 10-minute play in a pdf format to mnshorts@yahoo.com. 

The play MUST have a postal address and name of the author on the title page, along with a phone contact. Keep identifying information to the title page because plays are given to judges blind. 

Only ONE short play per national author, two for Minnesota authors, with a maximum of 10 pages (if you can't read it out loud in 10 minutes, your play is too long). Previously produced or published shorts are fine, and the topic is wide open. No monologues. 

NOTE: These are performed for an all-ages audience, so nudity and an abundance of f-bombs will get a script tossed.

A total of 14 short plays will be chosen -- 7 from national writers and 7 from Minnesota writers. (Minnesota writers are allowed to submit TWO short plays)

The performance will be Sept. 7 and 8 at the Lincoln Community Center in Mankato, MN. Semi-finalists will be named in May, with finalists chosen in June.

Each night, the audience will pick a Best of the Fest winner from the seven plays performed. The writer of the winning play will receive a check for $100.

Women in the Age of Trump: JACK PORK

JACK PORK by Donna Hoke, is a semi-finalist for NYCPlaywrights project "Women in the Age of Trump."

DONNA HOKE is the Western New York regional representative for the Dramatists Guild and ensemble playwright at Road Less Traveled Productions; an award-winning playwright, her work has been seen in 40 states and on five continents. Her full-length plays include THE COUPLE NEXT DOOR (Princess Grace semi-finalist), SAFE (winner of the Todd McNerney National Playwriting, Naatak National Playwriting, and Great Gay Play and Musical Contests), and BRILLIANT WORKS OF ART (2016 Kilroys List and more).  Website:  donnahoke.com

Thanks to Donna Hoke for allowing NYCPlaywrights to publish this excerpt from her play JACK PORK.
(ON THE OFFICE SET OF A TELEVISION SHOW, PETE DIRECTS JACK AND CHRISSIE)
   PETE 
A little more... suggestive. 
   CHRISSIE 
Why would I be suggestive? 
   PETE 
He’s your boss, babycakes, just like I am. Now... 
   CHRISSIE 
“Thank you, Ron. I was hoping you’d like it.” 
   PETE 
Perfect, perfect. 
   JACK 
“I want to talk to you about the office holiday party. I was thinking maybe the girls could come up with a little entertainment.” 
   CHRISSIE 
“What kind of entertainment?” 
   JACK 
“I don’t know, be Santa’s elves or something. Just look cute, let the guys sit on your laps.” 
   CHRISSIE 
“And tell us what they want for Christmas?” 
   JACK 
“Exactly!”    
(to Pete)I feel like I should stand here, because he’s had this great idea. 
   PETE 
I trust your gut, Jackie. Try it. 
(JACK gets up, and his tight pants leave nothing to the imagination. (Note: this is not an erection; Jack is just well endowed.) 
   PETE 
Jesus, Jack. 
   JACK 
What? 
(CHRISSIE indicates his groin.) 
   CHRISSIE 
“You can keep wearing those pants, mister, I’ll tell you that.” 
   PETE 
Jackie, Jackie, we talked about this. No more commando. 
   CHRISSIE 
Tightie whities time. 
   JACK 
They’re uncomfortable. 
   PETE 
How did I not notice that coming in? 
   CHRISSIE 
I guess you just weren’t looking. 
   PETE 
And you shouldn’t be looking either! Impressive as it is, Jack, your anatomy is a distraction. Have you seen the blogs? 
   CHRISSIE 
Someone called it a Ron-A-Long-A-Ding-Dong. 

Monday, January 2, 2017

Women in the Age of Trump: PRIVATE CITIZEN

PRIVATE CITIZEN by Allie Costa is a semi-finalist for NYCPlaywrights project "Women in the Age of Trump."

ALLIE COSTA is an actor, writer, director, and singer working in film, television, theatre, and voiceover. Her original works have been produced internationally, including Femme Noir, A Taste of the Future, Two Girls, and Don't Shoot the Messenger Pigeon.  http://www.alliecosta.com
Thanks to Allie Costa for allowing NYCPlaywrights to publish this excerpt from her play PRIVATE CITIZEN.

   HENCH

   (to Isra) 
Did you or did you not post, quote, “Dump the Drumpf - hashtag not my president?”

   ISRA

On Twitter?! You’re arresting me over a tweet?!

   (Saoirse runs offstage, back into the kitchen.)

   ADELAIDE

Saoirse, come back!

   HENCH

   (to Isra) 
You will be deported immediately and have your citizenship revoked-

   ISRA

I was born here, you son of a-

   HENCH

To immigrant parents, yes?

   ISRA

They have been here for thirty years. I have been here my entire life. I live a block away-

   HENCH

Yes, in an apartment with your defective boyfriend.

   ISRA

Defective?!

   HENCH

Did he or did he not defect from Israel?

   ISRA

He didn’t defect, he moved (for school)-

   HENCH

So you admit you’re living with a terrorist?

   ISRA

He is not a-

   HENCH

   (right in her ear) 
Don’t worry. We already got him.
   ISRA

   (resuming physical struggle) 
Let. Me. Stand. Up.

   HENCH

You are standing. I am simply waiting for you to calm down so I can escort you to my vehicle.

   ISRA

I am not going anywhere with you.

   HENCH

So you declare yourself to be non-compliant?

   ISRA

   (twists around to look Hench dead in the eye) 
And proud of it.

Women in the Age of Trump: STAY WOKE

STAY WOKE by ChloƩ Duvant is a semi-finalist for NYCPlaywrights project "Women in the Age of Trump."
CHLOE DUVANT is the pen name of an aspiring writer, currently residing in Los Angeles, California. She is a sophomore at the University of Southern California, majoring in Narrative Studies, with a minor in Cinematic Arts.
Web site http://chloeduvant.com

Thanks to ChloĆ© Duvant for allowing NYCPlaywrights to publish this excerpt from her play STAY WOKE.

   PIPPY 
I’ve been waiting to talk to you all day! Did you see the
news last night? Did you see it! We need to talk about
this. 
(Dippy lets out a groan and sits up.) 
   DIPPY 
You’re right. 
   (Dippy takes a long breath and looks Pippy straight in her eyes.) 
   DIPPY 
WHY THE FUCK DID ROB AND BLAC CHYNA NAME THEIR GODDAMN BABY
DREAM! 
   PIPPY 
NO! THAT IS NOT WHAT I MEA - 
   DIPPY 
LIKE WHAT THE ABSOLUTE FUCK IS THAT? 
   PIPPY 
WE NEED TO - 
   DIPPY
ITS A FUCKING VERB, PIPPY! 
   PIPPY 
AND OR A NOUN! 
   DIPPY 
I HATE THAT FUCKING NAME! 
   PIPPY 

 GROW UP! 
 (They begin to hit each other as she appears to be having a child’s tantrum.) 
   PIPPY 
That isn’t what we need to think about. 
   (pause) 
We need to think about the socioeconomic and political
ramifications which will inevitably follow a Trump
presidency! Can’t you see it Dip! I bet this is not what
the Illuminati wanted! Trump is probably going to dismantle
the entire structure of the American Government - 
   DIPPY 
Or why didn’t Kim and Kanye name their other kid South? 
   PIPPY 
- and this, with what is happening in the UK and - and, this could be the end of Western Civilization!!! 
   DIPPY 
I don’t want to think about this shit anymore! I already had a long day at school trying to make sure no body attacked me on my way to my “everyone is created equal” class. 
   PIPPY 
Don’t you see what this is! A purpose for artists to rise
up! We are apart of a wave, and we will ride this wave to
create art! 
   (There is an awkward silence.) 

Women in the Age of Trump: WAIT FOR IT

WAIT FOR IT by Lisa Carstens is a semi-finalist for NYCPlaywrights project "Women in the Age of Trump."

LISA CARSTENS is Dean of Arts and Sciences and Professor of English at Pacific University, Oregon. Lisa recently had a short play produced as one of seven winners in The Fusion Theatre’s annual 10-minute playwriting competition, “The Seven” (Albuquerque NM, June 2015). Prior to that, the same play, “Future Perfect,” was a finalist in the Actor’s Theatre of Louisville’s 2015 National Ten Minute Play Contest.

Thanks to Lisa Carstens for allowing NYCPlaywrights to publish this excerpt from her monologue WAIT FOR IT.

This morning I walked in on myself dead at the kitchen table, on a stool I’d always complained about. The stool was backless and had one short leg, so it wobbled.

I looked peaceful enough.

Curiously, I was not interesting to look at. Very plain. Old pajamas. But under forty,which I believe gives me points. Slumped over, obviously. An ambiguous scene.

I looked different from different angles.

The dishwasher was running. It made a very soothing shush shush noise.

Pajamas, yet the dishwasher was running. Curious. Usually, I ran the dishwasher at night, with all my clothes on.

Something was reminding me of something else, but I couldn’t put my finger on it.

It’s troubling, when you think about it: How easy it is to disappear. To forget yourself.

To be forgotten. I wondered: What happened to me? How could I have been here and then gone so suddenly? Am I being studied somewhere? Is somebody scanning my brain to see if it still registers thought after I am gone?

Sunday, January 1, 2017

Happy New Year 2017!

 NYCPlaywrights wishes all our theater friends a happy new year and a wonderful 2017.

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