Sits on the edge

Mole and Tim walk in with the audience. They sit on the front row. They are us. We are them. Then Tim takes to the stage. Tim gets the mic. Mole goes to the mic. He counts down. Space Oddity starts to play. Imperceptibly. It is difficult to know whether it's on or not until it plays. Mole counts, Tim sings. David Bowie counts. Mole sings. Tim floats. Mole climbs the ladder stage right and rigs a fresnel. He turns off the florescent lighting above the audience. Tim is now side lit. The music stops. Mole thanks us. He thanks us for coming here. He thanks us for taking the time. He thanks us for believing in them. Tim sits on the window sill. There are moments here where I don't know what's in the text and what isn't. Ot even whether there is a text. This sits on the edge. Mole and Tim sit on the edge of not knowing the text. We sit on the edge of not knowing whether they know the text or not. Mole leaves the space. Tim confesses to us that 'What we're supposed to be doing isn't this.' And we relax. Mole knocks on the door. He is at the Fire Exit. He comes in and answers his own question about Dr Zhivago. Tim says his name is John. Mole says his name is John too. Mole reads a Dear John letter. He tells us he can't go on. Tim asks if John has gone. He reads a Dear John letter. Mole rigs a birdie. Mole laughs. Tim says it's not funny. Mole laughs. Tim throws a ladder. Mole asks if John has gone. Tim asks where they are. Mole asks where Tim is etc.

I'm in a theatre and I'm sorry. I'm sorry for bringing you here. I'm sorry for taking up your time. I'm sorry we didn't give you anything to believe in. I'm sorry we didn't take you anywhere. I'm so very sorry.