6: JUNE

When the idolized acting teacher, Theodor Plackman, savages his performance in The Greek Swede, Bould spirals into crisis, before an unexpected encounter inspires a swinging stage comeback.

Characters, in order of appearance:
BLOCKWART, house caretaker
THEODOR PLACKMAN, instructor, The Young Pheasant Student Playhouse
ALEX, acting student
CHORUS, various acting students
BERTHA, acting student
BOULD, acting student, apartment block tenant 

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June on stage at the young pheasant student playhouse. Good man. The young cast convenes after a hot weekend is buzzing. I hate guys. Hawks, Alex, Annabelle, Joe Stage instructor Theodore Plackman summons the cast for the Greek Swede. A tragedy in the form of an ancient comedy. Okay, let's take it from the top, Alex.

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Scandinavia's arm at the tip of Denmark. This is where we found him next. Feet planted in the clashing waves of the North and Baltic Seas. The two converging currents cause us time to stand still here.

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You're good, Alex. All right. Up on time's beaches. Then sex, fun, creative sex is the debris of the future. Am I pretending with this pink? It's loose. Am I pretending with this pink? Am I pretending with this pink? You bad. Oh well let's go for some scroll. I'll be at me table. The canteen in breaks. Theodor Plackman gathers his students, breaks bread at his table. A magnetic teacher, especially when he would lower his glasses and say I get ya I get ya Poke a finger in your back that would send shivers tingling. He'd say things like Ye remind me of Casper Hauser Plack. Have ye read this book The Unfinished Revolution? Oh Plachman Plachmann Radical Divisive He could make you feel big. Alex Yeah, the only real actor here. He could make you feel small. Bold fetch me a bevy, will ya? Bold stood up to retrieve Blackman's daily malt spear. Like a damn dog making his way through the crowded canteen. Who was he fooling? Am I pretending with this pig? He was fooling no one. Am I pretending with this pig? Like a damn dog and then upon returning to Mr Plackman's table, Bald froze in glimpses between jackets and blouses, shirts and skirts and pants flickering like an image seen through the spokes of a bike wheel. A familiar silhouette formed Newly ironed clones hanging loosely on a thin plank like frame. Droopy there over by the entrance. Droopy Bald turned sharply, hoping Drupi had not seen him.

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Droopy not here.

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Mortified because he realized a man cannot escape what he desires, what he needs deep in his soul. Flustered, bald, hasted to Mr. Plackman's table. Oh my god. Guys, I'm gonna go back to the stage and run some lines. I want to try something new later on stage. Who are you? One more. Who are you?

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I am the mother of all pains the baby that goes up in smoke, an egg rolls across the street once in a lifetime. The only chance at the sun now is yourself his little head about a holiday.

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But it's made out of sand Yes Now build a castle with it and so our hero like a pocket made of holes his castle not a single grain of sand now in his hand a knife Take it take it but it's made out of flesh What kind of jazz knife is this? Open your heart let it in through the pink of yours.

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Pinking of my grandma's night cow that a jazz knife is good really good odd serenating serenating odd Thanks Blackman.

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I mean you brought a lot of me. Well, I am a good investment. But it's not a problem. Serenating. We are a craft. Serenating.