The Play

I saw my friend Steffani at OBU Homecoming this past weekend. Colin and I toured the campus, and I shared with him about a play that Steffani directed for a class our senior year. She was responsible for the entire production. She asked me to be in the cast - it was a Sam Shepherd play with few actors, lots of dialogue and a sparse set. I agreed. She assured me it was no big deal, that she had done plays like this and memorized this many lines, etc. So I did it with much trepidation, but it went great. Only after did she tell me she had lied. She had never memorized this many lines in a play. Good girl. I would have run for the hills if she had told me that before we took the stage. She was an awesome director, which was made even more difficult because all of the cast were her good friends. We were quite a cast: John, John, Andrew and me. It was a great play, and at the end when the last line was said (I think I had the last line, didn't I? Or not...it's been 20 years) she chose the perfect song that started up as we held hands, bowed and the lights went out. Here it is. I think the explanation he gives sums up the point of the play perfectly. And yes, it has been 20 years and I can't remember the name of the play. But boy was it good. Thanks Steff. What a memory.