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24 PLAYS

Play 7 - Beep

2/7/2017

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Beep Hi, you've reached my voicemail. I'm not here right now obviously but leave a message if you like or you could call me back at a later time or text me or write me an email or message me on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram etc etc. Woah, I can't actually believe you called, it kind of seems like an extinct method of communication when you place it alongside all the other stuff, doesn't it? And why would you want to talk when you can plan what to say and write it down? I guess I can't obsessively read every word and take it out of context in a phone conversation. So maybe don't leave a message as I can listen to that over and over. I'll see a missed call anyway. Okay bye! Beeep When you've finished recording your message press hash for more options or hang up. 

J: I'm hanging up. I'm hanging up and I'm walking back to my flat because I guess it's mine and that's what you do. I was going to call Izz but as she so delicately put it what the heck is the point of that? If I truly wanted to reach her I eventually could. But being faced with failure at such a simple task of speaking to someone I'd rather just bury my head in the sand. 

Beep Hi you've reached my voicemail.

J: I hang up though it's such an old expression, I'm not hanging up anything, I'm pressing a screen that is flat and suddenly I have this utter urge to get rid of my phone and get a land line with a big ass receiver I can hang the fuck up. 

Beep Hi you've reached my voicemail.

J: Reached. I've reached nothing, I've traveled no distance, nothing has been exchanged and I'm not even being charged for this phone call. And I want to write a letter now rather than a text, I want to meet up rather than tick a box that says I'm attending. I want something real. But Izz is out and I can't reach her. Not that hearing a voice at the end of the line would be anything tangible, she could still be not just once removed but twice, a voice only and her mind on something else. I want to shake her. I want to get out of this bubble of removed reality, I just want something real. 

Beep Hi you've reached my voicemail.

J: Get me off this carousel. Get me off the planet. Get the planet out of my hands and my hands into someone else's. 

Beep

J: But what would I say, if she actually answered?

Beep Hi, you've reached my voicemail. I'm not here right now obviously but leave a message if you like or you could call me back at a later time or text me or write me an email or message me on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram etc etc. Woah, I can't actually believe you called, it kind of seems like an extinct method of communication when you place it alongside all the other stuff, doesn't it? And why would you want to talk when you can plan what to say and write it down? I guess I can't obsessively read every word and take it out of context in a phone conversation. So maybe don't leave a message as I can listen to that over and over. I'll see a missed call anyway. Okay bye! Beeep When you've finished recording your message press hash for more options or hang up.

J: Hi Izz. This is your voicemail which you and I both know you'll never check so I just wanted to say that if I had it my way I'd only ever see you face to face and forget you ever existed online. We could be, just be. Maybe. 

​Izz: Hello?


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    Hi, this is a little experiment in writing, where I will write one short play (most of which will be awful) a day for the month of February. They're not polished, there are no rules, I just write them and post them. But I have to post one a day. 

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    • Happy Ark Day :)
    • (Can This Be) Home
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    • Richard III (a one-person show)
    • Knots
    • The Maids
    • We Got Now
    • The House That Melts With The Rain
    • Creepie Stool
    • The Bruce in Ireland
    • Bitter Sweet
    • Shakespeare in Hell
    • Titus Andronicus
    • The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe
    • Notes on Some Persons, Starting to Crack
    • Coriolanus
    • King Lear
    • Það dansar enginn við sjálfan sig / Nobody Dances with Themselves
    • Mávurinn / The Seagull
    • Kjöt / Meat
    • Script in hand
  • Writing
    • Deliverance
    • Two People, Alone
    • Kit Kat
    • 24 Plays - 2017
    • (Can This Be) Home
  • CV
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