Calling All Directors For the 2014 Festival!

Posted in Uncategorized on April 3rd, 2014 by admin

The SF Olympians Festival is accepting letters of interest from directors between now and May 15, 2014. Please note that as a reading festival, SF Olympians is focused on the playwrights’ creation process and the development of new work. Ultimately, directors will be selected and contacted by the individual participating playwrights, coordinated by the Festival. To build our community of directors, we are offering potential directors two ways of engaging with our playwrights: submission of a letter of interest and an invitation to participate in our Directors/Playwrights Mixer on Tuesday, May 27th.

To be considered by the 2014 Olympians playwrights, please email the following information with the subject line “Olympians Director – [YOUR NAME]” to jereco@hotmail.com by midnight on May 15, 2014. You may also use snail mail: Jeremy Cole, Director Coordinator, 2201 West Street, Apt. B, Oakland CA 94612

Letter of Interest Guidelines:

1. Please provide your name, phone number, and email address.

2. What does new play development mean to you as a director?

3. Which is your favorite Greek monster? (just kidding, it’s obviously Medusa)

4. Have you ever participated in the Olympians Festival before? If yes, please list your involvement.

5. Availability for Important Dates (see below).

6. Your resume.

In your email, please include the line: “I understand that directing a reading in the festival is a volunteer project.”

Directors/Playwrights Mixer, Tuesday, May 27, 2014
The day after Memorial Day, we will be hosting a mixer to allow our playwrights to meet potential directors. This is a fun opportunity to get to know other members of the theater community. Participation in this event is not required, but highly recommended.

IMPORTANT DATES

Tuesday, May 15 @ midnight – Final date to submit Letter of Interest

Tuesday, May 27 – 7PM – Directors/Playwrights Mixer (Oakland)

Monday, June 9 – 7 PM – Directors Meeting (SF)

Sunday, September 21 – 6PM – Writers and Directors Meeting

Sunday, September 28 – AUDITIONS – 2 PM till 9 PM

Monday, September 29 – AUDITIONS – 7 PM till 10 PM

Saturday, November 1 – OPENING PARTY

Wednesdays-Saturdays, November 5 – 22 – THE FESTIVAL – All shows are at 8 PM

We hope to see you soon on Olympus!

CASSANDRA: Part 12

Posted in Uncategorized on October 30th, 2013 by admin

The festival is almost here! Today we present the final installment of Bryce Duzan’s serialized version of his play, CASSANDRA. Thanks for reading and come check out the festival, starting November 6, through November 23rd, for more Trojan madness!

CASSANDRA

by Bryce Duzan

ACT TWO

Scene 6

(We are now back in modern day. APOLLO has just touched his fingers to CASSANDRA’s temples. She now snaps back into reality and pushes him away.)

CASSANDRA
You…Apollo…no! Why do you keep doing this? Why do you keep making me remember what has been?

APOLLO
Why do you keep running, Cassandra? Why do you keep forgetting what has been?

CASSANDRA
You know why, scum. I run…I forget…to stay away from you.

APOLLO
And I keep following. I will keep following you. Don’t you see? Don’t you see my love yet?

CASSANDRA
How blind are you that you think this is love? How unaware of humanity can you be? This is not love, Apollo. This is obsession.

APOLLO
A man who will never leave your side. Some women would die to have such a lover. Why not you?

CASSANDRA
I am not “some women.” I am Cassandra of Troy. You made me rise above when you scarred me with your “gift.”

APOLLO
You never think of it? Think of life with me? Love with me?

CASSANDRA
Of course I do.

APOLLO
Really?

CASSANDRA
Yes…oh Apollo, it would have been so good. If you had only…

APOLLO
Only what, Cassandra?

CASSANDRA
Only respected me. But you do not. Now I’ll ask that you leave.

APOLLO
I will not, Cassandra. I have a purpose for coming this time…more than usual, that is.

CASSANDRA
What kind of purpose is that?

(APOLLO ignores her question and begins to move around the room, inspecting the house.)

APOLLO
You have done well for yourself, Cassandra. What do you do now?

CASSANDRA
I work for a lawyer. I try to help people. It’s a simple home and a simple life…what I’ve always wanted.

APOLLO
And you live here by yourself?

CASSANDRA
No, with my daughters.

APOLLO
(Surprised.)
You have children?

CASSANDRA
Indeed I do, Apollo.

APOLLO
With whom?

CASSANDRA
Do I sense a twinge of jealousy?

APOLLO
I am…merely curious, of course.

(He is clearly lying.)

CASSANDRA
Of course. Well, you’ll be relieved to know that they are not mine. Biologically, anyway. I adopted them when they were both very young and raised them myself.

APOLLO
Yourself? Why?

CASSANDRA
Because I’ve always wanted children…and have never wanted a husband.

APOLLO
Hm, I see. What are their names?

CASSANDRA
Hecuba and Helen.

APOLLO
Your mother and…why Helen? Why not your blood sister?

CASSANDRA
My sister holds a place in my heart. Helen and my mother were influential to my life. I will never forget any of my family for as long as I live, but those two…I hear their words and advice in my mind always. Now they live with me. They are…both very good girls. I think I did pretty well.

APOLLO
I see. Congratulations.

CASSANDRA
Thank you.

(There is a heavy pause.)

APOLLO
Well, then…

CASSANDRA
Yes. Why are you here this time, Apollo?

APOLLO
I have come to give you a choice.

CASSANDRA
Let me guess. You’ve derived a scheme. Choose eternal life and love with you, or else something terrible will happen, yes?

APOLLO
Something like that, yes.

CASSANDRA
What makes you think this time will be any different?

APOLLO
Because this is something you want. Come with me, Cassandra…or I will let you go.

CASSANDRA
…what?

APOLLO
That’s what you want, isn’t it? You want death. Release from this prison called the earth. And I can give it to you.

CASSANDRA
No…why now? I finally have a life, a life I can be proud of. Why have you come to rip that away from me? Come back in fifty years, when I am supposed to retire and my children have lived long, happy lives. Come back then, when I should be ready to pass on, and then I will gladly take death then!

APOLLO
Don’t you see? That is precisely why I have come at this time in your long, long life. Because now is when you are at your peak. Think of it: if you die now, what will happen to your children? The people who depend on you? They will suffer because of your choice. And that is something you could not possibly bear, is it?

CASSANDRA
You bastard. You clever, cruel bastard. Why would you do this?

APOLLO
Because I know that this is my only chance to finally have you.

CASSANDRA
Please…Apollo, I beg you. Don’t make me do this!

APOLLO
I’m sorry, Cassandra, but now is the time.

CASSANDRA
Is it really so easy to cut these binds that have held me for so long?

APOLLO
Easier than you know.

(APOLLO extracts a dagger from a pocket. It is golden and shines with an unnatural light. He shows it to CASSANDRA, who recoils slightly.)

CASSANDRA
What…a knife?

APOLLO
One of the last artifacts from our time. It can free you…for good.

CASSANDRA
I…I don’t know, Apollo.

APOLLO
We have time, Cassandra. I can wait.

CASSANDRA
But…the girls! They’ll be back soon!

APOLLO
Then I suppose that you do not have any time left. How ironic. You are always the one making me chase you through time, and now you are the one who is out of it.

CASSANDRA
No, I can’t do this…not now!

APOLLO
Take it, Cassandra! Feel your freedom in your hands!

(APOLLO grabs CASSANDRA by the wrist. She struggles, trying to get away, as he puts the handle in her hand. Once she is holding it, she calms. She analyzes it.)

CASSANDRA
(With wonder.)
I can feel how powerful it is just by touch…

APOLLO
It is with great pain that I bring it here. Now the question is…will you use it?

CASSANDRA
What if I do?

(A long pause.)

APOLLO
I…do not know.

CASSANDRA
Are you that confidant that I will go with you? Or simply that desperate? Furthermore, what if I do go with you? I will be leaving my children behind all the same.

APOLLO
You can stay with them. Fifty years, as you say. Then you come with me.

CASSANDRA
I see… (Her eyes wander back to the blade.) And there is no other way?

APOLLO
There is no running this time, Cassandra.

CASSANDRA
Why is that?

APOLLO
That would be worse than death for you and you know it. You would run and leave your children behind? No, I don’t believe you will.

CASSANDRA
(Sighing.) You are right. It is strange… Clytemnestra told me that someday I may have to resort to violence. I did not believe her until now.

APOLLO
We all have lessons to learn, Cassandra. I hope you have learned-

(CASSANDRA stabs APOLLO in the stomach with the dagger. Shocked, he gasps, falling to his knees. She lets go of the dagger, leaving it in him.)

APOLLO
What…what are you doing, Cassandra?!

CASSANDRA
We must all make our own path, Apollo. I am making mine. The children will be home soon. Once they are… I’m taking them far away from here.

APOLLO
This is murder, Cassandra!

CASSANDRA
It would seem so.

APOLLO
I…I only loved you, Cassandra. Is that a crime?

CASSANDRA
You know everything wrong with that statement, Apollo.

APOLLO
What will you do when I’m gone? My curse will remain…and the dagger is spent. You will be immortal forevermore!

CASSANDRA
You’re right. Though it gives me grief to do so, I must…

(CASSANDRA kneels next to APOLLO. She wrenches the dagger out of him. He grunts in pain. The dagger already has lost its luster and is rusted. She tosses it aside and puts her hands on APOLLO’s wounds.)

APOLLO
What are you-

CASSANDRA
Shut up. Look me in the eyes, Apollo. (He does.) I am taking this wound from you. It will not manifest now, but in fifty years, it will appear on me. I will die. In pain or in peace, it does not matter. I will die. You will not. That is my gift…to you.

(CASSANDRA takes her hands off of APOLLO. His wound is gone.)

APOLLO
What…but how?

CASSANDRA
It seems you gave me a bit more of yourself than you’d intended.

APOLLO
I’m healed.

CASSANDRA
Yes. And your hold over me is broken.

APOLLO
Cassandra…

CASSANDRA
You can leave now.

APOLLO
This…this can’t be! This isn’t over, Cassandra!

CASSANDRA
No, it most certainly is over. For good.

(APOLLO tries to work up his anger, but he cannot. He is utterly defeated.)

APOLLO
I…am sorry, Cassandra.

CASSANDRA
I know. There is nothing left to say. Please go.

APOLLO
(Looks out the door, then at CASSANDRA.)
As you wish.

(APOLLO walks to the door. He gives one final look at CASSANDRA, then departs. She breathes, a heavy, healthy breath, and exhales. She smiles. It is bright and lit with true happiness. The smile of a prisoner freed.)

CASSANDRA
It…is over. By everything good, it is over.

(HELEN and HECUBA enter.)

HECUBA
Mom? Is everything okay? Why is the door open?

CASSANDRA
Oh, girls, you’re home! The cable man just left. Said he needed some tools from work and would be back in a little bit.

HECUBA
Oh, okay.

HELEN
Are you alright, Mom? You look…different?

CASSANDRA
What do you mean?

HELEN
I dunno. You just look…really happy, I guess!

CASSANDRA
(Smiling.) I am, dear. I am. (She hugs them both.) I love you both so much. More than you can ever know.

(BLACKOUT)

(END OF SHOW)

The 2013 San Francisco Olympians Festival Is Here!

Posted in Uncategorized on November 1st, 2013 by admin

The festival this year occurs November 6-23, and is the biggest incarnation of the festival yet, with over 92 actors, 30 writers, 25 artists and 12 directors- all local! The festival will return to its home at the Exit Theatre (156 Eddy Street in San Francisco). Tickets will remain a very low $10.00 per night and can only be purchased at the theater, starting half an hour before the show begins. More information about the festival, including artist statements and bios for this year’s participants, can be found at www.sfolympians.com.

Press inquiries or other questions can be directed to sfolympians@gmail.com.

The full schedule for the festival is as follows, ALL PERFORMANCES BEGIN AT 8 PM and occur at the Exit Theatre (156 Eddy Street, San Francisco).

November 6: Greeks Bearing Gifts

Ajax Major, or “Punchy” by Charles Lewis III, directed by James Nelson
Twenty years ago Ajax and Hector were the world’s greatest title fighters. That was then. Now one of them is fighting an internal battle that he will not win.”

AJAX MINOR by Barbara Jwanouskos, directed by James Nelson
Ajax is a super athlete and all around hero, that is, until rumors about his past begin to circulate…

NESTOR by Robert Estes, directed by James Nelson
You don’t need his advice, just follow your heart.

DIOMEDES by Joel Street, directed by Charles Lewis III
Produce is a battlefield.

TEUCER by Marissa Skudlarek, directed by Charles Lewis III
After the death of his beloved older brother, a young man must learn to be the hero of his own story.

PATROCLUS by Daniel Hirsch, directed by James Nelson
Retired statesmen/political upstart. Mentor/protege. Lover/loved. User/used.

THERSITES or “Atreus Tonight” by Daniel Hirsch, directed by Charles Lewis III
Live on air tonight! A fair and balanced debate is anything but in the mounting escalation to all-out war!

NEOPTOLEMUS by Barbara Jwanouskos, directed by Charles Lewis III
The Greeks have high hopes now that they have found the young man who is guaranteed to win the war for them. It’s just that he’s a bit disturbed… whoops?

November 7: The Brothers (Part One)

MENELAUS by Annette Roman, directed by Elizabeth Vega
What if all of your problems could be solved by baring your breasts?

AGAMEMNON or “The House of Atreus Vol 3” by Anthony R. Miller, directed by Tunuviel Luv
A rybald and emotional examination of the choices we must make when we have no choice.

November 8: The Brains

ODYSSEUS or “Meg Cohen’s Totally Epic Odyssey” by Megan Cohen, directed via crowdsourcing
Homer’s classic tale of the world’s cleverest man, adapted and performed as a bardic solo in lively modern verse by one of SF Weekly’s “Bay Area Theater Artists to Watch in 2013.”

November 9: The Brawn

ACHILLES or “Under the Gods’ Golden Cleats” by Rachel Bublitz, directed by Claire Rice
The legend of Achilles mashed with Texas football. A world where cheerleaders are slaves and homosexuality is an offense punishable by death.

November 13: Trojan Women

BRISEIS or “A Goddess in Her Grief” by Carol Lashof, directed by Elizabeth Vega
Love in a time of human trafficking.

HECUBA by Patsy Fergusson, directed by Jacqueline Peters
She was the Queen. She would soon be a slave. In between, she was the mother of Troy’s greatest hero.

LAODIKE by Marissa Skudlarek, directed by Jacqueline Peters
She was the most beautiful woman in Troy — until Helen came along!

ANDROMACHE or “The Whole of a Woman” by Sarah McKereghan, directed by Elizabeth Vega
A tragic dramedy about a war widow who has lost everything, including herself.

POLYXENA by Peter Hsieh, directed by Elizabeth Vega
The complicated story of love and sacrifice that ends the Trojan War.

CRUESA or “Dead & Lovely” by Tonya Narvaez, directed by Jacqueline Peters
100 years ago a woman vanishes into thin air. But is she really lost?

OENONE by Ashley Cowan, directed by Jacqueline Peters
Awkward bangs, a big breakup, and a war to end all wars. Middle school is just the worst.

CHRYSEIS or “The Girl With Sparkling Eyes” by Carol Lashof, directed by Elizabeth Vega
When Briseis met Chryseis …

November 14: The Brothers (Part Two)

PARIS or “The Judgement of Paris Is Burning” by Kirk Shimano, directed by Katja Rivera
A traditional retelling of the Judgment of Paris – except Olympus is a gay bar and the goddesses are drag queens.

HECTOR or “Prince of the City” by Bridgette Dutta Portman, directed by Katja Rivera
They threw him to his death from the wall of Troy. Or so they thought.

November 15: The Seer

CASSANDRA by Claire Rice, directed by Claire Rice
Sex, love, revenge, war, blood, fire, insanity: Cassandra saw it all before it happened and no one believed her.

November 16: The Survivor

AENEAS or “Burden of the Witless” by Colin Johnson, directed by Colin Johnson
Protected by the Gods for a destiny he cannot understand, a young man goes out in search of purpose, love and shiny things.

November 20: The Tools

GOLDEN APPLES I or “Kalisti” by Helen Noakes, directed by Robert Estes
3 Vain Goddesses + 1 Golden Apple + 1 Lovesick Prince = 1,000 Ships

THE SHIELD- Meg O’Connor, directed by Charles Lewis III
In a world where gods can determine the victors of battle, one god will rise above the rest to ensure justice is served…with a side of spicy black bean dip.

THE HELMET- Meg O’Connor, directed by Robert Estes
Even the hearts of children can grow dark with the bloody rage of war.

THE SPEAR- Neil Higgins, directed by Robert Estes
A spear is a weapon, a tool in the hands of a soldier. But no more so than a mere mortal is a tool in the hands of the gods.

THE SWORD- Tracy Held Potter, directed by Robert Estes
Achilles’ love of battle blinds him from the love he feels for Penthesilea, the Amazon Queen, and her murder unleashes his madness.

THE SHIPS or “Alexis, the Bronze Age Warship” by Tracy Held Potter, directed by Charles Lewis III
A delightful romp through the Aegean Sea during the Trojan War.

THE BOW by Sunil Patel, directed by Charles Lewis III
A love story between a woman and her talking bow.

GOLDEN APPLES II by Allison Page, directed by Charles Lewis III
Paris must choose the fairest of them all in a high stakes game show he didn’t ask to be on – but does his choice really matter, or have the singing Fates aligned without him? Only the Wheel ‘O Fate knows the answer.

November 21: The Battlefield

THE WALLS by Madeline Puccioni, directed by Jonathan Carpenter
What’s a Stone Age Mother Goddess gotta do to change the world – sleep with an Olympian? Yeech.

THE PLAINS by Jeremy Cole, directed by Jonathan Carpenter
Everyone has heard of Helen, Achilles, Cassandra and the Trojan Horse, but who remembers Cycnus, Protesilaus, Aethra or the Memnonides? The plains remember. The plains of Ilium can never forget. Close your eyes. Open your heart. Listen.

November 22: The Problem

HELEN or “Ellen’s Undone” by Sam Hurwitt, directed by Mina Morita
When she left, it started a war. This time, she’s not going anywhere.

November 23: The Solution

THE HORSE or “See Also All” by Stuart Bousel, directed by Ariel Craft
Inside everything is something else.

This year’s festival includes the acting talents of:

Perry Aliado, Yael Aranoff, Erika Bakse, Molly Benson, Karlie Blair, Stuart Bousel, Megan Briggs, Ben Calabrese, Mariah Jane Castle, Melissa Clason, Megan Cohen, Jeremy Cole, Ashley Cowan, Jaime Lee Currier, Lisa Darter, Eli Diamond, Siobhan Doherty, Danielle Doyle, Mackenzie Drae, Colleen Egan, Juliana Egley, Caitlin Evenson, Valerie Fachman, Vince Faso, Allison Fenner, Catz Forsman, Jan Gilbert, Lara Gold, Dana Goldberg, James Grady, Benjamin Grubb, Matt Gunnison, Don Hardwick, John Lennon Harrison, Ryan Hayes, Neil Higgins, Colin Hussey, Paul Jennings, Heather Kellogg, Tavis Kammet, Jordan Kersten, Annabelle King, Ben Knoll, Katrina Kroetch, Dan Kurtz, Susannah Lee, Maria Leigh, Scott Leonard, Yasmine Love, John Lowell, Carl Lucania, Jan Carty Marsh, Brian Martin, Maggie Mason, Armando McClain, Theresa Miller, Mia Nadolski, Karen Offereins, Allison Page, Laura Peterson, Carlye Pollack, Brian Quakenbush, Adam Reese, Kelly Rinehart, Hilda Roe, Paul Rodrigues, Elena Ruggiero, Carina L. Salazar, Stacy Sanders Young, Karl Schackne, Louel Senores, Jeunee Simon, Richard Steel, Paul Stout, Nikolas Strubbe, David Suhl, Michelle Talgarow, Jess Thomas, Veronica Tjioe, Sam Tillis, Katherine Torres, Peter Townley, Alaric Toy, Nick Trengove, Aaron Tworek, Ramya Vijayan, Nicky Weinback, Richard Wenzel, Teri Whipple, Kevin Wisney-Leonard, Shay Wisniewsk

Our fine artists this year are:

Nathan Anderson, Emily Barber, Molly Benson, Lacery Canton, Emmalee Carroll, Liz Conley, Brett Grunig, Rafiq Gulamani, Brooke Harper, Kaitlin Jann, Ashley Kea, Jeffrey Klug, Kelly Lawrence, Karla Macedo, Emily C. Martin, Kelly Rose McClellan, Arielle McKee, Amy Pasos, Jessi Reed, Cody Rishell, Aliana Rood, Celeste Schulte, Caitlin VanArsdale, Brandon Witte, Brian Yee

All the artwork associated with the festival remains on display at the Exit Theatre in San Francisco (156 Eddy Street) for the month of November!

This year’s festival would not have been possible without the support of the following donors (and many more beyond):

Paul Anderson, Kendra Arimoto, Christina Augello, Mary Ann Bell, Jane Bousel, Robin Bousel, Megan Briggs, Rachel Bublitz, Randall Bublitz, John Caldon, Linda-Ruth Cardozo, Jonathan Carpenter, Nat Cassidy, Louise Castaldi, Christie Chew, Andrew Chung, Shelley F. Cohen, Nancy Cooper Frank, Ashley Cowan, Jan Cox, Lisa Darter, Layla Muran de Assereto, Norm DeVeyra, Laura Domingo, Danielle Doyle, Susan Dunn, Colleen Egan, Alisha Ehrlich, Robert Estes, Susan Fairbrook, Margery Fairchild, Sean Fenton, Josh Galyen, Dori Gillam, James Grady, Matt Gunnison, Donald Hardwick, Neil Higgins, Paul Jennings, Barbara Jwanouskos, Meghan Kane, Brian Katz, Katherine Kessinger, Melissa Kelepetar, Dan Kurtz, Carol Lashof, Joyce C. Lashof, Charles Lewis III, Carl Lucania, Morgan Ludlow, Cat Luedtke, Alison Luterman, Brian Martin, T Davina McClain, Jose Mosqueda, Anita Nallathamby, Tonya Narvaez, Scott Neilson, William Newton, Debra O’Connor, Meghan O’Connor, Hector Osorio, Allison Lynn Page, Seanan Palmero, Sunil Patel, Kate Payne, Jacqueline Peters, Bridgette Portman, Tracy Held Potter, Madeline Puccioni, Diane Regas, Martha Richards, Diana Rishell, Jessica Rudholm, Celeste Russi, Carina Salazar, Brian Salomaki, Barbara Selfridge, Kirk Shimano, Dave Sikula, Paul Stout, Marissa Skudlarek, Laura Thompson, Kevin Trowbridge, Eileen Tull, Miguel Veloz, Pete Warden, Wolfgang Weber, Matt Werner, Teri Whipple, Colin Williams, Jason Wong, Lily Yang, Jeffrey Yasskin

CASSANDRA: Part 5

Posted in Uncategorized on June 3rd, 2013 by admin

Here’s another installment of Bryce Duzan’s CASSANDRA play, which we’re serializing this year to help build your appetite for the festival in November. Enjoy!

CASSANDRA

by Bryce Duzan

CASSANDRA
And I’m alone again. No…Paris is nearby. My brother…how tortured does he feel? Afraid? Where is he, I wonder? Why is he not with the others? (Pause.) I hear something. Who is there?

(ACHILLES enters. Like the others, he is a spirit.)

ACHILLES
I see. You help the others…but not me. Is it because they are your family, and I am not? Or is it because I am your enemy, even in death?

CASSANDRA
You are not my enemy, Achilles. You never were.

ACHILLES
Ha. Even though I killed your brother? Killed your people? Don’t lie to me.

CASSANDRA
Greece never was my enemy. Troy was theirs. (ACHILLES scoffs.) I mean what I say. Why do you linger here, surrounded by your enemies?

ACHILLES
I…am full of anger. My rage continues to burn.

CASSANDRA
Why?

ACHILLES
You think the atrocities committed here happened only to your own people? What about mine? I lost friends too…and more.

CASSANDRA
More?

ACHILLES
Yes. A…good friend. Almost a brother. His name was Patroclus.

CASSANDRA
I have heard of him. He led your Myrmidons against my people in your stead. And…

ACHILLES
And he was killed. By your brother.

CASSANDRA
I’m…sorry. But we were at war.

ACHILLES
I did not even see him die. I had to hear about it afterward. I did not even know. I could only imagine how he suffered…

CASSANDRA
What did you expect to happen, Achilles? That he and his small cadre of men would take Troy themselves?

ACHILLES
He wasn’t supposed to go! I forbade it! But…he did. He left…against my wishes…I should have known…should have gone after him…

CASSANDRA
We all wish we could change the past, Achilles. Trust me, I know. But-

ACHILLES
You don’t understand! He wasn’t supposed to die! He…was…

CASSANDRA
He was what? Immortal? What made him so important that he could outlive death itself?

ACHILLES
I…loved him.

(CASSANDRA is taken aback.)

CASSANDRA
Oh. I…I see. I’m sorry, Achilles. I…didn’t know.

ACHILLES
He wanted to prove something. Prove that he was as strong a warrior as I. That he was capable. That he was…worth my time.

CASSANDRA
Are those his words…or yours?

ACHILLES
What? His. I would never say something like that to him. I respected him! For his strength…and his tenderness. But he never believed that he was good enough for me. It was childish. I treated him like an equal!

CASSANDRA
And yet he left. Perhaps he didn’t feel like you treated him as you say?

ACHILLES
…perhaps not. There’s so many things I wish I could have done differently…treated him better. Supported him more. Followed him when he left that day.

CASSANDRA
I know, Achilles. But…that was his destiny.

ACHILLES
What?

CASSANDRA
To die. His death spurred you on to fight against Troy. Then your destiny was to die as well. Both of your futures changed when you came here.

ACHILLES
How do you know this?

CASSANDRA
Because we all have our futures set out. Troy’s fate was to burn…and so it did. I saw that future and I was unable to stop it. I wish I could have…I wish I could have saved you as well, Achilles.

ACHILLES
…thank you, Cassandra.

CASSANDRA
I’m sorry.

ACHILLES
Don’t be. I am not angry at you. And I am not angry at your brother. No…I see now that I am only angry at myself. A foolish, stupid anger at not being able to see the future.

CASSANDRA
Even if you could see the future, Achilles, I believe you would find it quite difficult to understand it.

(ACHILLES looks hard at CASSANDRA for a moment. Then, he cracks a smile.)

ACHILLES
I believe you are quite right.

CASSANDRA
Is Patroclus here as well?

ACHILLES
No. He has departed already.

CASSANDRA
Then you should go as well. I am sure he is waiting for you.

ACHILLLES
Do you believe so?

CASSANDRA
I do.

ACHILLES
…thank you, Cassandra. And…I am sorry. For your brother.

CASSANDRA
I forgive you, Achilles, if you forgive him. And me.

(ACHILLES smiles again. This time, it is warm.)

ACHILLLES
I do.

(ACHILLES fades away. CASSANDRA breathes a sigh of relief.)

CASSANDRA
Rest in peace, hero of the Greeks.

(PARIS enters slowly, looking around. He too is a ghost.)

PARIS
Is he gone?

CASSANDRA
Paris? Oh, brother, it is you! Who is gone?

PARIS
Achilles.

CASSANDRA
Yes, he has just departed. Why?

PARIS
Because…I was the one who killed him. I did not wish to confront him if he bore a grudge.

CASSANDRA
He seemed to not even care about his own death. He was only concerned with the death of his…love.

PARIS
I see…

(There is a pause.)

PARIS
I am sure you are wondering why I am still here.

CASSANDRA
I think I have an idea…it’s Helen, isn’t it?

PARIS
Yes. Have you seen her? Recently, I mean.

CASSANDRA
Indeed I have, Paris.

PARIS
And? Did she…say anything? About me?

CASSANDRA
She did.

(PARIS immediately lightens. He seems relieved.)

PARIS
She did? I’m…so glad.

CASSANDRA
She misses you. Terribly. She still mourns you, in fact.

PARIS
I miss her as well. Terribly. Does her husband…treat her well?

CASSANDRA
He was planning to kill her. He decided against it. He treats her as you’d expect.

PARIS
Gods…! That’s terrible! I…can’t believe such a thing.

CASSANDRA
I imagined you wanted the truth, Paris. Would you have preferred a lie?

PARIS
No. (A long pause.) I’m…sorry.

CASSANDRA
For what?

PARIS
For everything. This is all my fault.

CASSANDRA
Paris, it’s not-

PARIS
Everything. Is my. Fault. This whole…gods-damned thing. My city…my people…gone. Because of me. Every day I look back into the past. Every day I count the things–the hundred of things–that I have done wrong. If I only had the sense to never listen to the gods…the sense not to take a married woman from her crazed husband. If I had just stopped and thought about what I was doing…I would realize how insane it all was!

CASSANDRA
It was not your fault, Paris.

PARIS
How can you say that?

CASSANDRA
The gods tricked you! Aphrodite tricked you! Tricked Helen too! She hypnotized the poor woman! Made her leave her husband!

PARIS
Well she didn’t make me do anything. I went of my own free will. I just wanted someone to love. Is that so wrong?

CASSANDRA
Of course not, brother. How could you know such a terrible thing would happen?

PARIS
I should have expected consequences of some kind! But I was in love. Stupid, blind, and in love.

CASSANDRA
And nobody can fault you for that. You heard the others. Father, brother, nobody cursed your name. Not even the one you slew! Helen doesn’t hate you. She misses you. Deeply. You two were in love. Nobody can hate a man who loves with all his heart as you did.

PARIS
You…you mean that?

CASSANDRA
Of course, Paris.

PARIS
And…you don’t hate me?

CASSANDRA
No. I love you. As I always shall.

(PARIS weeps.)

PARIS
Thank you, sister. Thank you for bringing peace to this foolish soul.

(PARIS slowly begins to fade.)

CASSANDRA
Farewell, brother. Tell the others that I love you all and I will never forget you.

PARIS
I shall, sister. We will always watch over you.

(PARIS disappears. For a moment, there is silence.)

CASSANDRA
And so I’m alone again. But I feel…happy. Fulfilled. I have done something right…strange. I don’t feel alone. Hello? Is there somebody there?

A VOICE
Cassandra…

CASSANDRA
N…no. No, stay away!

(CASSANDRA flees.)

(BLACKOUT)

More to come! Check back soon!

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San Francisco Olympians Festival V: An Overture

Posted in Uncategorized on December 12th, 2013 by admin

In anticipation of our fifth season of the Olympians Festival, which has its first writer’s meeting tonight, we thought we’d share this fun little appetizer by Patsy Fergusson, who joined us for last year with her short play “Hecuba”. Enjoy, and see you in 2014!

CHARYBDIS — A SHORT PLAY

by

Patsy Fergusson

(A woman is sitting on a bench in a park, staring out blankly at the audience. She’s clean and well
dressed, holding a purse on her lap. She is waiting for someone. She looks at her watch. A young
man enters and sits next to her. He’s dirty, unshaven, in shabby clothes.)

SON
Hey, Mom! I’ve been looking for you.

MOTHER
I’ve been waiting right here.

SON
Well, I’m glad I finally found you. Are you hungry? Do you want to go get a sandwich?

MOTHER
Sure. I guess we could do that.

SON
Let’s go. I’m starving.

MOTHER
Why haven’t you eaten?

SON
I don’t have any money.

MOTHER
What happened to your money?

SON
I spent it on other things.

MOTHER
What kind of things?

SON
Oh, you know. The usual.

MOTHER
(looks away, then down at her feet; seems surprised and lifts her feet a little off the floor)

The water is rising.

SON
What water? I don’t see anything.

MOTHER
My shoes are getting wet.

SON
Don’t be an idiot. There isn’t any water! C’mon, let’s go get a sandwich. I’m starving to death!

MOTHER
(gives him an appraising look)
Yes, you do look like you’re starving. You look like a skeleton. Why are you are ruining the good looks that God gave you? You got a great gift of beauty and you’re throwing it away for no reason!

SON
Jesus. Not this again.

MOTHER
Not what?

SON
Not this big pile of bullshit.

MOTHER
(Sighs dramatically. Looks away, then takes a hand towel out of her purse and starts drying her shoes.)

SON
(watches her skeptically for a moment before continuing)
There’s a reason.

MOTHER
What reason?

SON
I’m suffering.

MOTHER
Why?

SON
I’m suffering because you never loved me enough.

MOTHER
(Sits up straight and looks at him)
How can you say that? I’ve always loved you! I love you more than my own self!

SON
That’s what you say.

MOTHER
I gave you everything–everything I could muster. I rack my brain every night about how to help you!

SON
And then you don’t do it.

MOTHER
I’m trying!

SON
No you aren’t. You’re not even getting me a sandwich. You’re just sitting there giving me grief.

MOTHER
Forget about the fucking sandwich! Listen to me! The water is rising up inside me. It’s past my ankles!

SON
I don’t see any water.

MOTHER
It’s almost up to my knees!

SON
(nonchalant)
Whatever. I’m not really hungry anyway. After you go a day or two without eating, your stomach forgets.

MOM
A day or two? Jesus! Okay, you convinced me. Let’s go get that sandwich.

SON
No. Forget about it. That’s not really the problem. I’m suffering because Joanna left me.

MOTHER
Joanna? That was 2 years ago! That’s not a good reason
to hurt yourself.

SON
I think it is.

MOTHER
So you’re feeling lonesome? So am I. I miss you so much…

SON
(annoyed)
How can you miss me when I’m sitting right in front of you?

MOTHER
But I never see you! I never know where you are! Every night, I worry that you’re lying dead under some
freeway. Why don’t you ever answer your phone?

SON
I lost it.

MOTHER
Again?! I just bought that last month. How could you lose another phone?

SON
(Growing angry)
The same way everyone else does! I put it down and forgot to pick it up!

MOTHER
(taps the top of her purse and looks away again)
Have you seen your doctor lately?

SON
No.

MOTHER
When is your next appointment?

SON
I don’t know. Maybe next week.

MOTHER
Are you taking your medication?

SON
You’re not allowed to talk to me about that, remember?

MOTHER
But are you?

SON
What do you want me to say? Yes?

MOTHER
(Pauses. Sighs. Taps her purse.)

You smell like you need a shower.

SON
I probably do.

MOTHER
Why didn’t you take one at the shelter?

SON
They kicked me out.

MOTHER
What?! When did that happen? Why?

SON
I don’t know why. It’s crazy. They said they couldn’t wake me up.

MOTHER
Why couldn’t they wake you? Were you on drugs?

SON
No.

MOTHER
Why wouldn’t you wake up, then?

SON
I don’t know. I guess I was tired.

MOTHER
How can you be tired when you don’t do anything all day?

SON
(angry)
What do you know about it!? I spend all day walking from place to place, just looking for somewhere to sit down. It’s exhausting! It took me three hours just to get up here on the bus to see you!

MOTHER
(penitant)
Where are you going to sleep tonight?

SON
I don’t know. I was thinking maybe I could spend the night on your couch. What do you think? I just need a place to lie down for a few hours…

MOTHER
(guiltily)
I don’t think I can let you do that…

SON
Why not?

MOTHER
You need to check into a hospital, or a drug treatment program. Those are your choices. We don’t want to enable you to go on living like this.

SON
It’s Dad, isn’t it? You won’t let me sleep over because Dad says no.

MOTHER
He thinks it’s your only chance.

SON
Why don’t you think for yourself for a change? It’s pathetic.

MOTHER
I am thinking for myself. I agree with him. This isn’t working. It’s not right. You’re in danger.
(putting her hand out to touch his jaw)
Why is your mouth swollen? Did somebody hit you?

SON
(pulling away from her)
Yes. But it didn’t hurt. I was smiling the whole time.
(giving her a lurid smile)
Don’t worry about it! Everything will be fine as soon as my loan comes through.

MOTHER
Your loan?

SON
The $50,000 government transparency loan I told you about. Damien is going to co-sign for me.

MOTHER
(exasperated)
No one is going to loan you $50,000! And if someone said they would co-sign for you, they’re just trying to get their hands on your disability money–to rip you off.

SON
(growing angry again)
What do you know about it!

MOTHER
I know you aren’t being realistic. I know you need help.

SON
Then why don’t you help me?! I stink! My feet hurt! I’m cold! I’m hungry! You’re sitting there with a
purse full of money and you won’t even buy me a sandwich!

MOTHER
But I WILL buy you a sandwich! Come on. Let’s go get one right now.

SON
No. Let’s wait. That’s not really the problem. I’m suffering because I don’t understand what’s going on.

MOTHER
(suddenly alert)

What?

SON
I’m sinking, Mom. I’m slipping under the surface.

MOTHER
Please don’t say that.

SON
It’s scary, but I kind of like it. The water is warm. It protects me from falling. It cushions me from the blow.

MOTHER
No, it doesn’t.

SON
I can see a grate at the bottom of the pool, creating a current. It’s pulling at me. It’s sucking me in.

MOTHER
Don’t go towards the grate. It’s a trap. Swim up! Swim up to the top!

SON
I can see the sun penetrating the water, and little particles of dust floating beside me in the light; I can see your shape standing at the edge of the pool, peering in…

MOTHER
(takes a sharp breath)
Yes. And the water is rising. It’s covering my shoes. I’m looking around for a rope…

SON
A rope?

MOTHER
I want to throw it to you. I want to pull you in.

SON
Do you have one?

MOTHER
I can’t find one. I’m looking.

SON
Yeah?

MOM
Let’s go get a sandwich.

SON
(getting up and starting to walk around the bench in a widening spiral)
Forget it. I changed my mind. I don’t want anything from you.

MOTHER
(Following after him. The spiral getting wider and wider until she chases him off the stage; Each time she passes behind the bench, she emerges wetter and wetter.)
Where are you going?

SON
What do you care?

MOTHER
Don’t you want a sandwich?

SON
Not anymore.

MOTHER
(Looking around anxiously, perhaps for the rope)
But you said you were hungry.

SON
I’d rather have a beer.

MOTHER
I’m not buying you any alcohol!

SON
(stooping to pick up a cigarette butt off the sidewalk and holding it up to admire in the light)
Look at the size of that one!

MOTHER
Don’t put that in your mouth! It’s dirty.

SON
Stop pretending you care about me.

MOTHER
Stop running away from me!

SON
Stop following me! Go find the fucking rope!

(exits)

MOTHER
Wait up. Come back. Don’t leave me!
(stops at the edge of the stage, reaching after him; the next line is delivered quietly, in defeat)
I could buy you some cigarettes…
(walks back to the bench, carefully; sits down; looks down at the ground fearfully, then lifts her feet up on the bench to avoid the rising water)

END

CASSANDRA: Part 6

Posted in Uncategorized on July 3rd, 2013 by admin

Here’s another installment of Bryce Duzan’s CASSANDRA play, which we’re serializing this year to help build your appetite for the festival in November. Enjoy!

CASSANDRA

by Bryce Duzan

ACT ONE

Scene 4

(CASSANDRA enters another section of the ruins of Troy. She is panting, clearly out of breath. She looks around wildly. Seeing nothing, she turns back to where she was running from. From behind her, APOLLO enters. He is resplendent, shining like the sun. CASSANDRA strains to try to see from where she came. APOLLO approaches her until almost right on top of her. CASSANDRA turns, sees APOLLO, gasps, stumbles backwards, trips, almost falls, but catches herself.)

CASSANDRA
You…!

APOLLO
I’ve finally found you, Cassandra.

CASSANDRA
Apollo…

APOLLO
It was difficult, I must say. You have traveled the length of the Greek world. And for what? To evade me?

CASSANDRA
Not everything revolves around you, Apollo. I have done this for myself.

APOLLO
Hm, yes, I see. And you have done much. Helped the Queen of Sparta. Eased your family and one of your enemies to the Underworld. Impressive, really.

CASSANDRA
Why have you followed me?

APOLLO
I have always been watching you, Cassandra.

CASSANDRA
But why?

APOLLO
(Looking confused.) Because I love you. Do you doubt that?

(CASSANDRA looks appalled.)

CASSANDRA
Do I…doubt that? Of course I doubt that! You cursed me when I rejected your advances!

APOLLO
I was angry, yes, and I am sorry.

CASSANDRA
Sorry? If you are sorry, then remove it and release me from this hell!

APOLLO
(Chuckles.) Oh, Cassandra, why would I do such a thing? Look how you have turned adversity into strength! How could I take that away from you?

CASSANDRA
I don’t want strength. I want to be normal.

APOLLO
That will never happen, Cassandra. You will always be special. Even if to nobody else, you will be special to me.

CASSANDRA
Truly?

APOLLO
Yes.

CASSANDRA
I…thank you.

(Pause.)

CASSANDRA
My family…maybe you have heard of such things. Have you seen spirits who are resistant to leaving for the Underworld?

APOLLO
It’s not normal, to be sure. But Hades is open to deals.

CASSANDRA
What do you mean?

APOLLO
Well, if, for instance, one makes a deal with him to leave some souls wandering until you come along and teach them understanding or some such nonsense….he makes sure to uphold his end of the bargain.

CASSANDRA
That…was your doing?

APOLLO
Oh yes! You must admit it was quite brilliant. I helped you soothe the spirits not only of your family, but of Achilles as well! Truly a clever idea, yes?

CASSANDRA
That…is disgusting!

APOLLO
What?

CASSANDRA
You tormented the spirits of those departed to make me feel better about myself!

APOLLO
Indeed I did. They are dead, Cassandra. Gone and past. What do they matter anymore?

CASSANDRA
How can you say that you love me when you have done such cruel things to those I love? I see now. You are just toying with me, as a cat toys with its prey.

APOLLO
Nonsense, Cassandra. I love you, truly!

CASSANDRA
No, I cannot believe that. No person would do what you have done. Cursed me for the rest of my life. Manipulated those I cared about.

APOLLO
I am not a person, Cassandra.

CASSANDRA
You’re right. You’re more…and less. You have such power…and yet you lack the understanding required to use it correctly.

APOLLO
(His demeanor darkens.) Be careful what you say, Cassandra. You know not what you are dealing with.

CASSANDRA
So smite me! Strike me down and cure me of this blight!

APOLLO
No. You will live with your sight. You must endure your mistakes.

CASSANDRA
Mistakes? It was no mistake to reject your “love.”

APOLLO
If you believe that, then you have not learned your lesson, my dear.

CASSANDRA
My lesson.

APOLLO
Learning to love me, of course.

CASSANDRA
That will never happen.

APOLLO
It shall. I don’t care how long it takes, but you will learn to love me!

CASSANDRA
I will die first.

APOLLO
How dare you!

(APOLLO begins to walk towards CASSANDRA, malice in his eyes. CASSANDRA shrinks back. APOLLO soon stops, however, suddenly getting an idea.)

APOLLO
No… I see now. You need time, that’s all.

CASSANDRA
W…what?

APOLLO
If it will take you that long to change your mind, then I will give you all the time you need.

CASSANDRA
What do you mean?

APOLLO
I’ll make you like me, Cassandra. Immortal.

CASSANDRA
N…no. No, please!

APOLLO
Then you’ll have all the time in the world to make your choice. In fact, you’ll have…forever.

CASSANDRA
You…bitter fool. You’d do such an evil thing? You’d make me watch as the few friends I have left wither and die around me, while I remain unchanged?

APOLLO
Soon you will see, Cassandra. I am the only one who matters. I am your light, Cassandra, your sun. I will never wither, never die. Just think of it! You will be a goddess by my side.

CASSANDRA
A goddess?

APOLLO
Yes! Cassandra, the goddess of prophecy. Oracles will pray to you daily, asking that you make their predictions true and hone their second sight.

CASSANDRA
Not as influential as the god of the sun, of course.

APOLLO
Perhaps not, but what does it matter? You will still be recognized in all of Greece. The wife of Apollo! We will last…and love…forever.

(A look of recognition passes over CASSANDRA’s face.)

CASSANDRA
….No, we won’t.

APOLLO
What?

CASSANDRA
We won’t last forever. I see it. I see Greece falling. I see your power and faith waning, sometimes slowly, sometimes with much haste. Over time, the only power you will wield is in the stories that some tell. You will only be a distant, hazy memory.

(APOLLO tries to laugh, but he can’t. He is pale.)

APOLLO
You…can’t possibly see all of that.

CASSANDRA
It seems that even gods can die, though not by a sword or poison. No, it is a slow and painful death, without malice…yet without mercy too. The ignominious death of being forgotten.

APOLLO
Stop! You deceitful harlot! Do not try to scare me with your lies!

CASSANDRA
You, out of anyone, should know the weight of my words.

APOLLO
Enough! You clearly need time…much time…until you see the error of your ways. Very well, we will meet again, Cassandra. Next time…I hope your opinions have changed.

CASSANDRA
You do this thing, Apollo, you make me immortal, and I will stop at nothing to break it! I will be your undoing, I swear it! I will find a way!

(APOLLO storms away. CASSANDRA falls to her knees, weeping, angry and afraid. The familiar look of seeing into the future crosses her face again.)

CASSANDRA
No…he can’t possibly be able to do such a thing…yet I can see it. I can see my life stretching into eternity. I see Greece falling…I see the endless future ahead of me. And I am there…as I am now. Broken.

(BLACKOUT End of Act One.)

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Announcing San Francisco Olympians V: Monster Ball

Posted in Uncategorized on August 1st, 2013 by admin

Want to write for the Olympians Festival?

Well, now is your chance!

We are now accepting submissions for the 2014 San Francisco Olympians Festival, a multi-discipline, nationally recognized new works theater festival based at the Exit Theater in San Francisco!

Proposals due by midnight on September 30th, with the line-up for next year’s festival to be announced 11/1/2013. Our first meeting will be on December 12 of 2013.

The festival will take place in November of 2014, from November 5-November 22, Wedesday, Thursday, Friday and Saturday nights.

Each night of the festival will consist of the staged reading of either a full-length play or a series of shorts, inspired by the mythical creatures of Ancient Greece. The subjects, and the lengths of the plays we’re looking for, are specified below. Some nights of the festival will be a competition, with a pair of one acts pitted against each other and the audience given a chance to vote. Those nights are also specified below.

There are no submission fees. The Olympians Festival is non-exclusive and does not retain ownership of any play created for it, beyond the initial staged reading. Participating writers should be local (San Francisco and the greater Bay Area), and will be expected to help promote the festival and contribute a raffle prize of their choosing to be raffled off to the audience on the night their play is read, or awarded to the winner of their night should they be involved in one of the competitive evenings of the festival. Writers are also expected to attend 4-6 meetings over the course of the year, and our auditions, which happen about a month before the festival.

Writers are encouraged to submit as many proposals as they want for as many topics as they like. Applications for a topic can be submitted by individuals or writers can work in pairs, or teams of three or more. Writers may be picked for more than one project, and should note that they’d like to be considered for more than one (or not). Each proposal should be 500 words or less and answer three questions:

1) Why you?
2) Why this monster?
3) What is your idea?

All proposals should be submitted electronically to Stuart at sfolympians@gmail.com.

2014′s subjects are as follows. Only one is currently claimed and submissions are encouraged for all of the rest:

Week One: Guardians Of Nature (11/5-11/8)

Wednesday, November 5: Nymphs! Nymphs! Nymphs!
Short: Austere
Short: Nephele
Short: Oreads
Short: Dryads
Short: Nereids
Short: Naiads
Short: Oceanids
Short: Lampades

Thursday, November 6: Pastoral Masters
One Act: Centaurs
One Act: Saytrs

Friday, November 7: Winged Wonder
Full-Length: Pegasus

Saturday, November 8: The Lord of the Dance
Full-Length: Pan (CLAIMED)

Week Two: Celebrity Monster Deathmatch! (Audience Judged Dueling One Acts) 

Wednesday, November 12: Dangerous Dragons
One Act: Hydra
One Act: Typhon

Thursday, November 13: Evil Eyes
One Act: Argus
One Act: Polyphemus

Friday, November 14: Three Headed Trouble
One Act: Cerberus
One Act: Chimera

Saturday, November 15: Hero-Makers
One Act: Geryon
One Act: Minotaur

Week Three: Femme Fatales (11/19-11/22) 

Wednesday, November 19: She-Beasts Triads
One-Act: Sirens
One-Act: Harpies
One-Act: Graeae

Thursday, November 20: Lethal Wisdom
Full Length: Sphinx

Friday, November 21: Deadly Beauty
Full Length: Medusa

Saturday, November 22: Vagina Dentata
Short: Scylla
Full Length: Echidna
Short: Charybdis

Definitions:

Short- Ten to Fifteen Minutes
One-Act- Twenty-five to Fifty Minutes
Full Length- Sixty-Five Minutes to Two Hours

Happy Brainstorming! We look forward to your submissions!

CASSANDRA: Part 7

Posted in Uncategorized on August 20th, 2013 by admin

Here’s another installment of Bryce Duzan’s CASSANDRA play, which we’re serializing this year to help build your appetite for the festival in November. Enjoy!

CASSANDRA

by Bryce Duzan


Act Two

Scene One

(CASSANDRA’s bedroom. CASSANDRA is asleep. It is now modern day. CASSANDRA awakes with a start, gasping. She looks wildly about the room, a look of confusion on her face. Finally, she lies back down, looking fearful.

The sun rises, and CASSANDRA awakes again. She dresses and goes to the dining room, where HELEN and HECUBA. They are not the characters from the first act; rather, CASSANDRA’s teenage daughters. They greet her with a chorus of “Hi, Mom!” CASSANDRA stands, looking confused again. Then, she slowly smiles.)

CASSANDRA
Good morning, girls.

HELEN
How’d you sleep?

CASSANDRA
Alright. I had the strangest dream, though.

HECUBA
What was it about?

CASSANDRA
I don’t…exactly remember. It’s all a haze right now. But it was so vivid!

HELEN
I’m sure it’ll come back to you.

CASSANDRA
Me too. How did you two sleep?

HELEN
Good! I was exhausted from our soccer game last night, so I was out like a light.

HECUBA
I slept good—

CASSANDRA
Slept well.

HECUBA
–I slept well, except for Helen snoring all night.

HELEN
Hec!

CASSANDRA
Mmhmm, I heard it too!

HELEN
Oh stop it, Mom!

(They all laugh.)

HECUBA
Can you pick us up from school today, Mom?

CASSANDRA
I don’t know. I’ll probably have to stay late tonight since I have to leave early tomorrow. We’re in crunch time right now and Kevin isn’t very happy about me leaving early, but I know all three of us will go insane if we go another day without internet. You’ll probably have to ask Stacey’s mom if she can drive you home today. I’m sorry.

HECUBA
That should be fine. Stacey said her mom was happy to drive us home.

CASSANDRA
That’s good. I just don’t want to be a burden on her.

HECUBA
I know.

HELEN
She just lives next door, Mom. I don’t think it’s that much of a burden.

CASSANDRA
I know, I know. Still, it’s the principle of the thing.

HELEN
Ooookay, Mom. (HELEN checks her phone.) Oh, we should go soon!

CASSANDRA
Okay, let me grab my stuff and I’ll drive you to school.

(CASSANDRA gets up, leaves for a moment, then comes back with a briefcase. HELEN and HECUBA both stand and hug CASSANDRA.)

HELEN
Love you, Mom.

(For a moment, CASSANDRA is frozen. She is unsure how to react. Her eyes well with tears, but she pushes them back and smiles.)

CASSANDRA
I…I love you too, girls. (She hugs them back.) Come on, let’s get you to school!

(CASSANDRA, HELEN, and HECUBA leave. The scene shifts to CASSANDRA’s office. She sits at her desk, giving her computer an odd look. A few moments pass before she shakes off her confusion and powers it on. She begins to work, slowly at first, her fingers clumsily hitting the keys on the keyboard. Eventually, she speeds up to a regular working pace. Office workers come and go, giving her documents or talking to her or other basic tasks. Each thing takes CASSANDRA a bit longer than normal to do. She is having trouble remembering everything. Soon, CASSANDRA is alone again. Then, KEVIN enters. KEVIN is a genial man in his mid-40s.)

KEVIN
Hey, Cassie, mind if I come in?

CASSANDRA
Oh…Kevin! Yeah, come in. What’s up?

KEVIN
Is everything alright?

CASSANDRA
What do you mean?

KEVIN
Everyone has been saying that you’re not yourself today.

CASSANDRA
Not myself?

KEVIN
Yeah…like you’re a zombie or something.

CASSANDRA
Oh…no, everything’s fine.

KEVIN
Are you sure?

CASSANDRA
I’ve just felt like I’m in a daze today, that’s all.

KEVIN
Why?

CASSANDRA
I’m not sure…I had a weird dream last night that I can’t even remember, and now I feel all strange.

KEVIN
Hmm…do you want to take the rest of the day off?

CASSANDRA
What? No, I’m fine. Really.

KEVIN
Are you sure?

CASSANDRA
Yes! Plus I’m already leaving early tomorrow. I don’t want to do that two days in a row.

KEVIN
Look, I know I was upset about you leaving early tomorrow, but your health is more important to me than quarterly reports.

CASSANDRA
I appreciate it, Kevin. But I’m fine, trust me! (She smiles.)

KEVIN
…alright. Well, let me know if you need anything, okay?

CASSANDRA
Thank you.

(KEVIN leaves and CASSANDRA continues to work. Eventually, night descends and CASSANDRA prepares to leave. The scene shifts to the street as CASSANDRA walks to her car. Under a street light, APOLLO stands watching her. He is much less resplendent than before, wearing plain clothes now. They lock eyes as CASSANDRA walks by. There is a moment of recognition from CASSANDRA.)

CASSANDRA
Who are you?

APOLLO
You know me, Cassandra.

CASSANDRA
What? No, I don’t. How do you know my name?

APOLLO
Remember, Cassandra. Remember.

CASSANDRA
I said I don’t know you! Leave me alone!

(CASSANDRA flees. APOLLO makes no attempt to follow her.)

APOLLO
Soon, Cassandra.

(The scene shifts again to CASSANDRA’s home. She is having dinner with HELEN and HECUBA. She is visibly shaken from the earlier encounter.)

HELEN
Mom? Mom. Mom. Mom!

(CASSANDRA snaps put of her trance.)

CASSANDRA
What…what is it, sweetie?

HELEN
You were spacing out again.

HECUBA
Are you okay, Mom?

CASSANDRA
Oh, yes, I’m fine.

HECUBA
Are you sure? You don’t look well.

CASSANDRA
I…ran into this guy when I was walking to my car after work. He…knew my name. But I didn’t know him. And…he frightened me. I don’t know why.

HELEN
That’s…really scary, Mom.

HECUBA
Did you call the police?

CASSANDRA
No…he didn’t follow me.

HECUBA
You should have someone walk you to your car tomorrow.

CASSANDRA
I should be fine. I’m going home early tomorrow.

HECUBA
Okay…just be careful, Mom.

CASSANDRA
I will.

(CASSANDRA hugs her daughters, then retires to her room. She lays in bed, but does not fall asleep. Her eyes are wide open, and she is afraid. Before long, it is morning again. She drags herself out of bed, dresses, and meets her daughters for breakfast in the kitchen.)

Keep checking in every month for more installments!

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A Giant Thank You To All Of Our 2013 Donors!

Posted in Uncategorized on August 26th, 2013 by admin

We’re excited to publish the list of our 2013 Olympians Festival donors!

This list is only partial. Some donors choose to remain anonymous, and many people donate in ways other than cash: their time, their energy, their expertize, their network, etc. Behind every festival, every theater production, there is always a plethora of people coming together in a myriad of ways to make it happen. No donor list or program credits are ever truly comprehensive.

To all the people on this list, and all the people who aren’t on it, thank you for all you do to make this vision a reality. The festival couldn’t happen without you, and we hope you love all the great work that comes out of it, the result of all the love and support you put in.

Paul Anderson
Kendra Arimoto
Christina Augello
Mary Ann Bell
Jane Bousel
Robin Bousel
Megan Briggs
Rachel Bublitz
Randall Bublitz
John Caldon
Linda-Ruth Cardozo
Jonathan Carpenter
Nat Cassidy
Louise Castaldi
Christie Chew
Andrew Chung
Shelley F. Cohen
Nancy Cooper Frank
Ashley Cowan
Jan Cox
Lisa Darter
Layla Muran de Assereto
Norm DeVeyra
Laura Domingo
Danielle Doyle
Susan Dunn
Colleen Egan
Alisha Ehrlich
Robert Estes
Susan Fairbrook
Margery Fairchild
Sean Fenton
Josh Galyen
Dori Gillam
James Grady
Matt Gunnison
Donald Hardwick
Neil Higgins
Paul Jennings
Barbara Jwanouskos
Meghan Kane
Brian Katz
Katherine Kessinger
Melissa Kelepetar
Dan Kurtz
Carol Lashof
Joyce C. Lashof
Charles Lewis III
Carl Lucania
Morgan Ludlow
Cat Luedtke
Alison Luterman
Brian Martin
T Davina McClain
Jose Mosqueda
Anita Nallathamby
Tonya Narvaez
Scott Neilson
William Newton
Debra O’Connor
Meghan O’Connor
Hector Osorio
Allison Lynn Page
Seanan Palmero
Sunil Patel
Kate Payne
Jacqueline Peters
Bridgette Portman
Tracy Held Potter
Madeline Puccioni
Diane Regas
Martha Richards
Diana Rishell
Jessica Rudholm
Celeste Russi
Carina Salazar
Brian Salomaki
Barbara Selfridge
Kirk Shimano
Dave Sikula
Paul Stout
Marissa Skudlarek
Laura Thompson
Kevin Trowbridge
Eileen Tull
Miguel Veloz
Pete Warden
Wolfgang Weber
Matt Werner
Teri Whipple
Colin Williams
Jason Wong
Lily Yang
Jeffrey Yasskin

CASSANDRA: Part 8

Posted in Uncategorized on September 30th, 2013 by admin

Here’s another installment of Bryce Duzan’s CASSANDRA play, which we’re serializing this year to help build your appetite for the festival in November. Enjoy!

Act Two

Scene Two

(HELEN and HECUBA are in the kitchen, having breakfast. CASSANDRA wanders into the kitchen, looking like a living zombie. She clearly has not slept at all. HELEN slightly jumps when she sees CASSANDRA.)

HELEN
Mom! Are you okay?

CASSANDRA
Huh? What do you mean, sweetheart?

HELEN
You look dead! (HECUBA elbows her.) Ow! What was that for?

HECUBA
Rude!

CASSANDRA
Oh…I didn’t get any sleep at all last night…

HECUBA
You were thinking about him, weren’t you?

HELEN
Now who’s rude?

(HECUBA gives HELEN a severe stare.)

CASSANDRA
Don’t be silly, Hec.

HECUBA
Mom…

CASSANDRA
I’m fine, dear. Just tired, that’s all. Nothing a cup of coffee can’t fix!

HELEN
Are you sure you’ll be okay, Mom? I can stay home from school if you need someone around.

CASSANDRA
Very funny, Helen. You know you’ve missed enough school this year already!

HELEN
Just trying to help…

HECUBA
Uh-huh, sure, sis.

HELEN
Oh wait! Does this mean you can actually pick us up from school today?

CASSANDRA
I think so. It depends on how long the cable guy takes.

HELEN
Can we go out to dinner tonight for once?

(CASSANDRA chuckles.)

CASSANDRA
What, you don’t like my refrigerated dinners?

HELEN
They’re good! I just…sometimes want something that’s just been cooked…

HECUBA
Helen!

CASSANDRA
It’s okay, Helen. I understand. Sure, we can do that tonight.

HELEN
Really? Thanks Mom! You’re the best!

CASSANDRA
You’re welcome, dear. I love you both. Alright, let’s get you girls to school.

(HELEN and HECUBA bound out of their seats, grabbing their belongings. CASSANDRA wearily follows.
The office. CASSANDRA stares at her computer screen, inches from falling asleep. KEVIN pokes his head into the office.)

KEVIN
Cassie, before you go, can you get those reports to me? (Pause.) Cassie? (He enters.) Cassie, are you listening? (He approaches CASSANDRA.) Jesus, Cass, are you okay?

(KEVIN puts his hand on CASSANDRA’s shoulder. She immediately recoils, pushing him away.)

CASSANDRA
Don’t touch me!

KEVIN
Woah! I’m sorry!

CASSANDRA
Oh god, Kevin, it’s just you. I’m so sorry, you startled me.

KEVIN
Are you alright, Cassie? You look like you’ve seen a ghost. I didn’t frighten you that bad, did I?

CASSANDRA
I’m sorry, Kevin. I’ve just been out of it all day.

KEVIN
Even more than yesterday?

CASSANDRA
Yeah, sorry, I didn’t get any sleep last night.

KEVIN
Did something happen?

CASSANDRA
Well, I…no, it’s nothing.

KEVIN
Are you sure?

CASSANDRA
Yes, I’m fine.

KEVIN
Cassie…do you need to head home early? You look exhausted.

CASSANDRA
I’m heading home in an hour. I’m okay, I promise.

KEVIN
I never believe your promises…

CASSANDRA
What’s that supposed to mean? Is this about-

KEVIN
No, sorry, that’s not what I meant to say. I just meant that you’re…

CASSANDRA
Untrustworthy.

KEVIN
Magnanimous.

(CASSANDRA arches an eyebrow.)

CASSANDRA
What?

KEVIN
That’s not right, is it?

CASSANDRA
I don’t think so…

KEVIN
I never know what to say around you. Words stop making sense. They lose definition.

CASSANDRA
Kevin, stop…

KEVIN
Why do you keep pushing me away? I’m just trying to be friendly.

CASSANDRA
You…remind me of someone when you do that.

KEVIN
What? Who?

CASSANDRA
I’d rather not say.

KEVIN
I’m…I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to open up old wounds.

CASSANDRA
No, it’s fine…(There is a pause.) Look, I need to finish up my work before I go home.

KEVIN
Right. Well…take care of yourself. Get some rest.

CASSANDRA
Will do.

(KEVIN leaves. CASSANDRA goes back to her desk, then packs up and leaves.

The street. APOLLO waits in the same location as the previous evening. He makes eye contact with CASSANDRA as she passes by. It lasts far too long. She picks up speed, quickly walking by. Leisurely, he eventually follows.

Home, the living room. CASSANDRA sits on the couch. She looks around nervously and checks her phone.)

CASSANDRA
Where is he? He was supposed to be here already. Ugh, never trust the cable company.

(The doorbell rings and CASSANDRA jumps slightly. She catches her breath and puts her phone on the table. She goes to the door and opens it. APOLLO is standing outside.)

CASSANDRA
You!

(She tries to slam the door, but APOLLO pushes his way in. CASSANDRA backs away from him as he closes and locks the door.)

CASSANDRA
You followed me. How? I drove like hell out of there.

APOLLO
I knew where you lived, Cassandra. I’ve been watching you for a very long time.

CASSANDRA
Who the hell are you?

APOLLO
Do names matter anymore? I am. I have been. You know me, Cassandra.

CASSANDRA
Stop calling me that! That’s not my name!

APOLLO
I’m impressed. You made yourself forget everything, just like you said. You truly are a brilliant woman. I thought I had lost you for good this time. But I always sniff you out in the end.

CASSANDRA
Forget? I don’t understand. What are you talking about?

APOLLO
Remember, Cassandra. Remember your destiny, your fate. Remember what has transpired, and remember what will come to be. You have two gifts, gifts that I instilled in you. I am Apollo of the Sun, and I am your lord.

CASSANDRA
Apollo? You’re fucking insane, is what you are.

APOLLO
And yet you know the truth, Cassandra of Troy.

CASSANDRA
Troy…?

(APOLLO quickly approaches CASSANDRA, backing her up against the wall. He reaches towards her as she tries to jerk away. He touches his fingers to her temple, and she gasps as her mind floods with images of the past.)

Bryce Duzan will be wrapping up his play this month, just in time for this year’s festival to begin on November 6! Keep your eyes on the site for the conclusion, this year’s exciting schedule, and more!

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