Wednesday, February 18, 2015

Writing a one-act play inspired by a photo...

Information on the photo:

'Waiting for the train’ is by Tom Peppera medical student at King’s College, London. It won the 2013 CBRE Urban Photography Prize (Student category).

It shows three women sitting on a bench waiting for the subway train at 2 a.m. on a 34 Street platform, in Manhattan, New York City. It is summer (the temperature is unpleasantly high though it is late at night and underground).

Tom’s winning image was captured as he travelled home from sightseeing in Times Square on the subway. It was far more than just a lucky snap, however, as he had earlier noticed the photogenic quality of the arrangements, actions and expressions of people trying to pass the time as he travelled across the city. Tom describes these three characters as a perfect example of how interesting the simplest of human actions can be. Tom said: “The photo was quite tricky to get because of the low light levels in the station. In the end I balanced my camera on my rucksack and took several shots in order to get this one”.

Thoughts on the photo:

The photo captures very well a moment of city life; it is "about" waiting, boredom, the banality and loneliness of urban existence. It is also about stillness and movement (waiting for the train to go somewhere else), daydreaming (being "somewhere else") and vulnerability (the danger of the "here and now", of the women alone in the early hours, in an oppressive underground labyrinth in NYC). It shows a banal situation that most people have found themselves in. It makes us think about the emotions we have felt in the same situation: boredom at having to wait, a little anxious (the underground is an unsettling place, with real and imagined dangers). Going underground, metaphorically-speaking, is to go down to hell... We ask ourselves worried questions: when will the train arrive, will it arrive, will it arrive on time, will I be late, will I get a seat, will there be someone weird on the train, will the train stop in a tunnel for no apparent reason, will I get to my destination on time, will I get lost, have I read the map correctly, will it be the right train, will I lose my ticket, will there be a controller, will there be a terrorist attack, will I fall or be pushed on the electric track?

For the more adventurous, a trip is also a bit of an adventure, therefore exciting: discovering new places, new ways to get to a destination, overcoming (potential) dangers and barriers, perhaps meeting new people on the way, avoiding getting lost, stamina, initiative, accomplishment, the pleasure and reassurance of getting to where you planned to go.

The austere setting looks like a stage or film set (or a kind of temple?). This is because of the cold artificial light from above, and the way the photo is centred on the bench, framed by the columns. Also, the platform edge reminds us of a theatre platform. The large white letters "34 Street" on the black signpost above tell us where the picture was shot, but its size and position seem to give it some greater significance…

The faded early 20th century gold mosaic wall decorations, with a large white on blue "34" in the centre, are largely covered over by more recent small white tiles. Three small black tiles with "34" in white written on them can be seen on the wall behind each of the women. The mosaic decorations and the copper-coloured metal columns date from the construction of the subway line. There is a contrast between the relatively handsome “old” (the mosaic wall and the H. G. Wells-like columns) and the ugly "new" (the long wooden functional bench and the little white tiles clumsily covering over the mosaic). The two edges of the platform are in "danger" yellow.

The atmosphere is somewhat oppressive and claustrophobic, because of the neon strip-lighting, the lack of decoration, the cheap materials and faded colours, the stillness, the "lack of sound", the lack of natural light (to tell us if it is night or day). This is an ugly place (though very clean). It is impersonal, uncomfortable, unwelcoming. The numerous bare rivet-covered columns remind us of the oppressive weight above, of the fact that we are underground. This is not a place you (hope to) stay for long in. It is not a place you feel safe in. We too hope the train will come soon to take us out of here…

The three young women appear to us a little like characters in a play, strangely still. Who are they, where have they come from, where are they going? They give life (beauty indeed) to the artificial, lifeless, alienating setting. They do not appear to know each other. They sit apart from each other, waiting. Lost in thought, they seem tired (it is early morning) and vulnerable (the platform is eerily empty). The fact that they are not completely alone (they have each other) undoubtedly is a little reassuring for them. The women are nonetheless isolated; their facial expressions and body language indicate this: one is looking at her own face in a hand mirror, one is staring into space, and one is looking vaguely to her left. They are as distant as possible from each other though sharing a bench. They have in common the fact that they are women, relatively young, alone in the same place and in the same situation, but they remain for all that incommunicative strangers... Are cities not made up of millions of people just like these women, vaguely fearful of each other?

The women are also isolated from the world by being underground, on a narrow, empty, platform (the absence of crowd is disconcerting). And they are not "at" somewhere, they are going "to" somewhere; they are waiting in a non-place, in limbo. They are 
"lost" in a non-time; is it night or day?. Their transient situation makes them, in a way, non-people; their existence will only take on meaning again once they get to their destinations, where they will be able to communicate again with the people they know.

The three women 
are isolated too from us, the viewers on the other side of a dark and dangerous void (dangerous because of the electric rail tracks). They do not know they are being observed (that they are the objects of the photographer's gaze). There is no eye contact between them and the photographer.

The photo is a portrait of these three anonymous women. The way the photographer has captured the scene emphasises this idea of a portrait: the group is framed by the columns to the right and left, and each woman is framed by the columns on the wall behind. The symmetry gives the scene the formality of a Baroque (religious?) painting. The photo turns "ordinary people" into what look like allegorical figures; it makes them interesting or important...

Figures from the Elgin marbles (goddesses?)

(What are YOUR thoughts on the photo? Please send "comments"!)

The women are probably bored, impatient to get to their destinations, tired, uncomfortable (it is a warm night), a little worried (by the silences punctuated by the noises of the trains) and vulnerable. The smells are probably strong and unpleasant. We can try to guess what the women are like, their backgrounds, and what they do in life from their appearances and attitudes... 

The woman sitting on the left

Physical appearance:
  • White, light/olive skin (Hispanic?), difficult to say as the neon lighting is strong…
  • Late 20s, early 30s (it is difficult to guess her age because we cannot see all of her face).
  • Right-handed
  • 5 ft 1 in (slightly smaller than average)?
  • 140 lbs.?
  • Slim (quite muscular legs)
  • Black eyes
  • Attractive thin eyebrows
  • Quite heavy dark makeup, mascara, pale faced
  • Medium-length, straight, shiny black hair

The way she is dressed:
  • Dark denim jacket, long-sleeved, spread collar (open), long row of white buttons along the front, top to bottom, open cuffs
  • Dark minidress (flower pattern?)
  • Open thong sandals
  • Bare-legged
  • Black leather handbag (big, floppy, cheap), with plastic soda bottle sticking out

What she is doing:
She is putting on her mascara (we only see her wide-open eyes above the hand-held rectangular mirror).

Let’s imagine her life...

From her appearance and attitude ("body language", the way she is sitting):
She is not wealthy (her clothes are smart but not expensive, plus she is travelling on the subway). She has time to put on her makeup (maybe the train is late or not due for a while?) or maybe she did not have time to put on her makeup at home and is in a hurry (late for an appointment)? She seems relaxed however, her right leg resting on the other, unconcerned by the presence of the other women or the people in the train (including the photographer); she is doing something intimate in a public space. She obviously cares about her appearance (but not necessarily about how people she does not know might judge her). She's quite smartly dressed (perhaps she has an important meeting or is going to work). She is probably quite self-confident (or compensates her lack of self-confidence by taking care of her appearance). She is lightly dressed as it is a warm night (it can be stifling on the NYC subway in summer). She is not carrying a lot of stuff; she is not going on a long trip.

Why is she going where she is going at 2 a.m., in the summer of 2013?
Perhaps she has left her boyfriend’s place and is going to work (which is why she is putting on makeup)? Or she wants to look her best for when she gets back home (her boyfriend will be waiting for her).

What type of work does she do?
She is a beauty advisor in retail cosmetics sales at Macy’s, working part-time. She works until 10 pm. She is low-skilled and poorly paid. She likes her job but does not appreciate the working conditions. She has a few friends at work.

Where has she come from (cf. borough)?
A restaurant near the Empire State Building where she spent the evening with girlfriends from work.

Where is she going?
Back home to East Harlem

What is her background do you think?
Puerto Rican American. She was brought up by her mother. She lives with her boyfriend in a small apartment. She would like to get married and maybe have kids, but the couple do not have enough money. She is Catholic but does not go to church. She is not particularly proud of her culture. She quite likes living in East Harlem; it’s practical though the area is becoming more expensive.

What are her thoughts and feelings?
She is frustrated at not being able to have a better-paid and more stable job. She wants people to admire her and feels her employers do not appreciate her efforts.

What are her likes and dislikes?

Are her opinions on things conventional?

What is her name?

What was her childhood like?

What were her happiest and saddest moments?

What are her hopes and dreams?

Does she get on with the members of her family?

Do her friends like her as much as she likes them?

What are her spare-time activities?

What is her personality?
  • self-centred
  • narcissistic (superficial)
  • delusional
  • self-delusional
  • a blame-shifter
  • dependent on others
  • manipulative
  • coquettish
  • dishonest
  • aggressive
  • mean
  • cynical
  • sarcastic
  • bored (in a rut)
  • unimaginative
  • ambitious

The woman in the middle 

She looks bored, sad or just tired. She is staring into space. Describe her and her life, just like for the first woman (trying to avoid stereotypes!).

The woman on the right 

She is lost in thought, listening to music. She is elegantly dressed. Describe her and her life, just like for the first woman.

Here are some more adjectives to describe each woman's personality:
  • aggressive
  • anarchic
  • anxious
  • bad
  • suffers from "bad faith" (self-delusional)
  • a blame-shifter
  • boring 
  • bored (in a rut)
  • charismatic
  • committed (dedicated)
  • considerate
  • courageous
  • cynical
  • defiant
  • delusional
  • dependent on others
  • dishonest
  • dumb
  • ego-centric
  • generous
  • happy-go-lucky
  • hate-filled
  • honest
  • humorous, comical
  • imaginative
  • full of joie de vivre
  • kind
  • feels lost
  • mad
  • maniacal
  • manipulative
  • mean
  • monstrous
  • narcissistic (superficial)
  • naïve
  • nasty
  • negative
  • patient
  • psychopathic
  • rebellious
  • sad
  • sadistic
  • sarcastic
  • self-centred
  • self-sacrificing
  • self-assured
  • suicidal
  • tragic
  • unimaginative
  • wary (of strangers)
  • weak-willed
  • worrisome
  • etc.
Here are some more ideas for possible jobs or on how each woman spends most of her time:
  • student
  • dancer
  • teacher
  • nurse
  • police officer
  • academic
  • actor
  • CIA agent
  • receptionist
  • astronaut
  • advertising executive
  • artist
  • cleaning lady
  • vampire

We are going to write a one-act play inspired by this photo...

We have already described each woman and imagined their lives. They are almost real people to us now... Now, we need to decide what the play is going to be "about" (its "message") and what thoughts and emotions we want to convey to the audience. You might need to change your character descriptions according to what you want the play to convey. Below are some sources of inspiration, questions and suggestions to help you write your play and give it consistence:

Use the MTA website ( to find where 34 Street subway station is and research what the subway in NYC is like (in particular 34 Street stop): 

> Research the significance of number 34:

> Could the woman on the left be aged 34? “What will you be like when you get to 34?” could be the opening question for the women’s conversation.

> Could you include a reference to “Miracle on 34th Street”?

> Could the three women be modern versions of the three:

> What is in each of the women's bags ($ 150,000, a gun, a costume, a musical instrument)?!

> Could you introduce other characters, for example a subway guard or the Station Master (he could make comedic announcements, read out poems or quotes, etc. because he is bored, or maybe he could take his job a little too seriously...)?

> Check out this winning portfolio of photos on the theme of people waiting on a subway bench: click HERE!

> Think about theatrical (or film) genres and useful plot devices:


> Could the Manhattan grid plan, and the subway “labyrinth” be a source of inspiration (introduce a “Minotaur” character and a “Theseus” character?).

A "Hells Angels" Minotaur?

> Could the subway be symbolic of being trapped (in a routine)?

> Could your play be about women’s views on the world and on themselves?

>  Has the train been delayed (for a reason that is unclear)?

> Perhaps something catastrophic is happening above ground...

> It's the near future (dystopia)...

> The car is going to hell or heaven...

> There's a killer on the loose in the subway; who will save us?!

> It's difficult in life to: "feel" (be clear about one's feelings), be "free", find friends, find "happiness", not feel lonely, not feel "trapped" (in a routine), find love, change your job or your way of life (habits), admit one's failures or weaknesses, not blame others (society, upbringing, background, etc.) for one's failures (shortcomings of character), etc.

> Existence/the world is absurd...

> Loneliness (the incommunicability of one's thoughts and feelings, difficulty in understanding and expressing one's feelings or situation).

> Anomy (purposelessness of one's life; is society too rigid or are social norms breaking down?)...

> Deviance, madness, suicide...

> Being free to exercise one's freedom of choice makes you feel anxious; it is difficult to be courageous and committed.

> To start the play, an interior monologue for each woman would seem appropriate (so we would get to know her thoughts and feelings, etc. and understand her subsequent reactions).

> What is going to happen to make the women speak to each other? Is it something:
  • fun (Subway Spa, buskers, soap box speaker, the Station Master takes himself for a DJ/poet, etc.)?
  • frightening?
  • worrying, like all the lights go out?
  • exciting?
  • creepy (like one of the women is in fact a vampire)?
  • positive (like someone comes to sit on the bench and tells the three women a story about something unexpected that happened to him/her)?
  • puzzling?
  • extraordinary (life-changing), like the women discover they are in fact related?
  • unexpected, like the train is delayed and the station agent leaves the microphone on?
Subway spa!

> Think of music that could make the banal scene into something amazing:

> You could use the sounds of the subway to create atmosphere:

Finally, start elaborating the plot, the monologues and dialogues... Enjoy!

Below is an example of a one-act play (or 15-minute short film scenario) inspired by Tom Pepper's photograph... Have fun performing it (warning: it's rather dark...)! Click on "Read more..."!

"34 Street"

(If you want to see the one-act play on You Tube, click below!)

The actors that appear in the short film are French high school pupils from Massillon Ensemble Scolaire International (Clermont-Ferrand), Institution Saint-Pierre (Courpière), and Lycée Jeanne d'Arc (Clermont-Ferrand). The actors took part in a 15-hour intensive English course (run by Peter Nettleship) in February 2017 at Massillon, and the film (shot by Vincent Chabrillat) is the result! 

Note that in the film version, there is no Man A, and Woman D has been replaced by a man...


  • Woman A: sardonic, narcissistic, early thirties
  • Woman B: lonely, suicidal, mid-twenties
  • Woman C: angelic, sad, late twenties
  • Woman D : adventurous, optimistic, early twenties
  • Woman E: station cleaning lady, psychotic 
  • Public announcement system: deadpan male voice
  • Man A: station master, overly optimistic
  • Man B: businessman, tired, feels "trapped", late fourties


An outdated but very clean underground station platform in an unnamed city (maybe NYC). Copper-coloured metal pillars (big rivets) on each side of the stage. Darkness, except for stark spotlights over a centrally placed very long bench (ugly, solid). The edge (painted yellow) of the stage represents the edge of the station platform. A large panel with “34” on it hangs above the platform (central position). 

Script and stage directions:

There is silence, then we hear (mezzo piano) music (start at 0.50):

At 1.10 of music, Woman B enters stage right, slowly. She moves stage centre and stands on the edge of the platform (at 1.24) and looks down at the tracks (the piece of music dies away after 1.24 and stops before 1.40).

Woman B: Here I am… (She looks up at the audience, short pause, looks stage right). What time is the last train again? (Turns hesitantly, goes to the bench, and sits in the middle). (Quite loudly) God, I’m so bored!

(Woman A enters briskly stage right, sits, from the audience’s point of view, on the extreme left of the bench. She starts to put on mascara, looking at herself in a small mirror that she has taken from her large black handbag).

Woman A (to Woman B, without looking at her): Ready, sister?

Woman B: (Startled) What? (We start to hear muffled sounds of trains far away in the tunnels).

Woman A: You’re bored, you said. What, nobody wants to play with you?

Woman B: How…

Woman A: Won’t your friends miss you? (Looks at Woman B) Maybe not… What have you got to lose, hey, honey? You’ve no kids of your own, I can tell. And your sister - you’ve a sister, right? - she only calls you up when she can’t pay for the babysitter. (Puts away mirror and makeup quickly, looks at Woman B). And your parents, way too tired to care anymore…

Woman B: That’s not true!

Woman A: If you say so, but, believe me, I know: people ignore you, or use and abuse you then just chuck you when they’ve done! And, what about your job, folks nice to you there?

Woman B: I hate my boss…

Woman A: And he hates you! You can be replaced tomorrow, girl! And when you get back to your apartment, is there someone there for you? No, only the noisy neighbours and they don’t give a damn about you; they wish you would disappear even…

Woman B: People...

Woman A: People, they don’t see you at all, girl, too busy looking at themselves! People never looked enough at me either... Though, I tell you, my looks could kill! Style, lady! Men just got petrified in my presence!

Woman B: Men just want me for my body.

Woman A: Truly?

Woman B: Hey!

Woman A: Hey, nothin’; it’s reckoning time, ain’t it?

Woman B: Maybe…

PA announcement: This is 34th street; the train has been delayed… This is 34th street; the train has been delayed… So here’s some more music to pass the time away (we hear music, mezzo piano):

Woman A: (At 0.06) Ha, reprieved! Wanna last smiz? (Offers Woman B a cigarette)

Woman B: You’re not allowed to smoke down here.

Woman A: Hell! Down there (points to the tracks) you’ll have no choice: everything goes up in smoke!

Woman B: (At 0.30, diminuendo to pianissimo) You know, I’m a good person, I try to be. (Short pause) I’m generous. Why do they ignore me? Why don’t they see me? (Music fades out then stops at 1.00).

Woman A: (Music has stopped) You try too hard, it reminds them of their shortcomings. (Short pause) Anyway, why here? (She nods towards the tracks). You could just, I don’t know, disappear discreetly?

Woman B: I want people to know I exist…

Woman A: Wow, melodrama! Mind you, this place does look like a theatre; it’ll make a great exit! (Short pause) They say the walls have ears, but, did you know, here, the pillars have eyes (points to pillar stage right)? Yeah, hidden surveillance cameras; creepy, or what? See, someone knows you exist; you’re being watched all the time!

(Woman C enters, gracefully, stage left. She sits, from the audience's point of view, on the right of the bench. She is listening to music on her earphones. She crosses her legs, and looks dreamily stage left).

Woman A to Woman C(Quite loud) What you listenin’ to tonight, lady?

Woman C: Eternal silence… (Takes out earplugs, sighs)

Woman A: Again! (To Woman B) She’s the happy one…

Woman C: (To herself) I had so little time, now I have too much…

Woman B: Time… I seem to waste most of it.

Woman C: This place is so empty at night. (Short pause) It’s always night now…

Woman A: Me, I love empty; no gormless gawkers…

Woman C (to Woman A): You just want admirers.

Woman A (to Woman C): You can talk!

Woman B (to Woman C): What does she mean?

Woman A: She’s into dancing these days… Needs an audience!

Woman B (to Woman C): Oh, please, please dance for me!

PA: More music, folks? (we hear music, mezzo forte):

(Woman C dances, from 0.08 to about 1.00 then sits back on the bench. Woman D enters stage left and stands stage left. Man A then enters stage right and dances in silence for about 10 seconds, humming to himself).

Man A(addressing Woman DI want you to dance with me. I would like everyone to dance! Man A dances by himself to music (he continues to talk):

I think you can be happy when you start moving your body to the rhythm. You become more comfortable with yourself, and when you realize you can do the steps, that it’s not so difficult, then it connects you with life. Dance is movement, it’s breathing with your whole body! (Dances with Woman D) We’re dancing all the time really. All that matters is how you move, and then you don’t care what people think about you anymore... (Stops moving and addresses Woman D) And what are you doing down here, all by yourself? (Music stops).

Woman D: I’m travelling across the country. Just with my backpack and my drumsticks and my tape recorder. I’ve been here for three weeks and I’ve been to so many concerts already! I found a job in a bar and a place to stay. People have been good. I want to know about the music of this country, its roots. I’m travelling alone for a whole year. I saved enough, I think, but I plan to work along the way. I’ve already spent quite a bit so I need to go easy on the spending. I’m going to central station to go west. I want to see all the big cities, listen to their sounds. Then I’ll hitch a ride south. And after that I’ll go home, probably. I want to learn as much as possible about people, their songs.  But I also want to know if I can do it. I am a little scared that I’ll get lonely, but that’s something I want to figure out. I want to know if I can go it alone.

Man A: You can, honey, you can! I have to get back… Be happy on your fabulous journey! (Leaves stage right. Woman D wanders off stage left).

(Man B enters stage left slowly and stands stage centre, facing the audience. Woman E enters stage left briskly, sweeping the floor angrily).

Woman E (stops to address Man B): My dad was a good man. He was a good man. He worked hard, never got drunk, never smoked. But my ma was mad. She spent all our money on drugs and she kept setting fire to our home. When I was ten, she tried to kill my father with a meat cleaver. There was blood all over the kitchen. But my father never left. He had to protect my sisters and me. I hate it when people think that I’m just like her because I get angry sometimes. But I’m not like her, because I’m on anti-depressants. I feel good right now. I’m not like her. I get evil if people push me. I just want to stab them! (Exits stage right, sweeping).

Man B (talking to himself): I know how she feels! In this city, it’s dog eat dog. You spend so much energy just trying to keep afloat. Your salary never goes up enough to keep up with the cost of things. Ten years ago I did okay as a freelance. But then that job was done cheaper online. So you have to reinvent yourself again and again. It becomes exhausting. You just focus on yourself all the time, there’s no, like, emphasis on community. There’s not much time left for other people. You end up hating them... In the country I was brought up in, people are poor; they have more time for each other. They need each other. Material things matter less, you know? When I go back, people stop me on the street, ask about my family. We all get together to have dinner, everyone brings something to share. There’s a closeness, people focus on each other. But that can be stifling. Because that means people are watching your every move. You feel they are judging you all the time. You have to be like them, no better… (Looks at his watch, goes off, stage right).

Woman B (to Woman C): Thank you. You move so gracefully. I feel less, like, lost now…

Woman A: Yeah, life’s a real labyrinth, just like this hell hole…

Woman C (to Woman B): Why do you feel lost, angel? (Pause) You’re not thinking of… It’s fathomless down there, you know! (She looks towards the tracks).

Woman A: She’s bored, she says.

Woman C: Bored?

Woman B: Well, you know, at a loose end. I don’t know what to do with myself. I would like to have friends, a real friend, you know, someone I can trust, to do things with? (Pause) People look at me funny, like I'm just an object. Am I so different? What do they think of me?

Woman A: I tell you, girl, they don’t think nothin’ of you!

Woman B: It makes me so sad, like guilty almost, kind of angry. With them, with me, mostly…

Woman C: Forget people! No… forgive people. They are just as lost as you are…

Woman A: Poor lost soul, and she ain’t even dead yet! (Shouts) People, girl, they just make your life hell!

Woman C: Only if you let them!

Woman A: (Exasperated) Oh, please…

Woman C: Look, maybe you’re trying too hard to live up to other people’s expectations?

Woman B: Yeah, I don’t know, I’m not sure anybody has any expectations of me... I really don’t know what to do with my life, I’m not any good at anything, not really.

Woman C: You don’t have kids yet or big responsibilities, right? So maybe for the while you can just enjoy the little things, you know, ice cream and fireworks, sunsets and romantic dinners… You have time to decide what you want to do with the rest of your existence.

Woman A: Who said: “Life is what happens when you are busy making other plans”?

Woman C: Just spread your wings! No one else can decide for you what you can do, what you can be. I’m sure you’ll do great things and then your life will have meaning!

Woman A: And pigs will fly…

Woman B: I just feel, like, empty. I’m not sure I even feel anything at all anymore… (Short pause) Anyway, it feels good to talk, thanks. It’s the first time I’ve talked to anyone on the subway. People don’t talk to each other enough, right? Not anymore...

Woman A: Yeah, but people do so love to confess, even if the other person isn’t listening!

(We hear the train coming slowly closer in the tunnel)

PA: The last train will be arriving shortly.

Woman A : (Delighted, screams, looks stage right) Here it comes at last!

Woman C: (Shouts at the same time as Woman A, looking stage right, panicked) No! (to Woman B) You, get out of here!

Woman A: Oh, jeez! She’s spineless, she’s nothing, she has no imagination!

Woman C (to Woman A): Let her be! (To Woman B) Please, make the right choice!

Woman B: I’ve spent my life making the wrong choices. (She gets up, Woman C tries to hold her back).

Woman C: Yes, but you made them, that’s courage! (Woman B moves hesitantly to the edge of the platform. The other women are "stuck" on the bench).

Woman B: Nobody helped me make the right choices.

Woman A: Yes, you’re all alone, lady, like every single one of us!

Woman C: You’re free!

Woman B: Free? Free for what?

Woman C: Free to choose what you want to do with the rest of your life! You, yourself, no one else!

Woman B: But having to choose makes me so anxious! Life just makes no sense...

Woman A: Yeah, you’re so condemned to be free. Choose, choose, choose! Hey, choose not to choose! Now, have some guts and get ready to go!

Woman B: I’m so scared. Scared to live, scared to die… If I had somebody, he could help me. I would know what I should do with my life...

(The train is about to arrive, noisily)

Woman A (to Woman B): Too late for Prince Charming! Jump and you won’t be scared ever again! (Laughs hysterically) See you in a minute, sis!

(Woman B looks down at the tracks, looks up at the audience, sounds of train arriving into the station, lights out)

PA: Mind the gap please... Mind the gap please… Mind the gap please… (We hear music, mezzo forte, for about 30 seconds):

The poster (by Edouard Engels) of the film of the play!

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