Often she breaks out of this dance and laughs with/at herself.
After a while she changes sides, the audience can now see her face.
Continuing the movement, she begins to also stand vertical starring at the audience, as if she doesn't know who put her in the dance.

The song ends the tape is switched off.
The tape recorder is placed down, she turns it off & faces the audience.

no one used turntables anymore [voice over]

She moves to the centre of the stage and smoothes her hair, fixes her pins while sitting onto the ground in stillness.

an immense pressure was on me.
i could not move with out dislodging the weight of centuries. [voice over and subtitles]

She spins to standing & begins to dance the second position arm carries her to move wade and spin, through the space.

Suddenly the dance shifts to sharp heavy breathing, fast arm and leg movements to stillness.
As she speaks these broken sentences below in random order, there are specific movements that match each line & these are repeated & developed
no its all right / I just didn't’t want to repeat it / i didn't’t want to take it up / I just didn't’t want to repeat it / rim my eyes with kohl / concealing revealing veils / I just didn't want to repeat it / i ignored them/

A movement is repeated to become more clear as if she will puff a cigarette in a tableaux, then in folds the hand the at the last moment which leads movement though other tableaux.

A big spin starts a 'expressionist' dance through space.
The sound of glass & beer cans on the floor is heard & amplified by a radio mike, as she dances through the compost.

Eventually she 'comes out of the dance' and notices the tape recorder and walked it back to the chair.

She sits on the chair that is placed front stage left
the fortune teller had told me that i would be free after i journey into the land of the dead

Puts on lipstick in a compact mirror, gets out a cigarette from her bag, and asks the audience for a light.

Then she
Stands and faces stage right & walks towards a radio mike, two steps forward one step back.
WHen she arrives at this microphone she sings for a while and faces the upstage, begins to walk singing, smoking and humming 'dream a little dream', [the version of muma cass]

i also want to use an old radio mike and a mini battery powered marshall / play with the voice with a pedalsampler.
Stars shining bright above you
Night breezes seem to whisper "I love you"
Birds singing in the sycamore tree
Dream a little dream of me
Say "Night-ie night" and kiss me
Just hold me tight and tell me you'll miss me
While I'm alone and blue as can be
Dream a little dream of me
Stars fading but I linger on, dear
Still craving your kiss
I'm longing to linger till dawn, dear
Just saying this
Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you
Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you
But in your dreams whatever they be
Dream a little dream of me
ba ba ba bum bum....

She whistles as she walks up to the back of the stage
whistling continues in a voice over and she continues humming as

she changes into roller skates and turns on a sampler pedal

the cemetery was my favourite place in the world.
there i saw that the angels and the dead bed together.
i wanted to live there for the rest of my life. [Subtitles scroll]

She begins to skate towards the audience, the beer cans & plastic glasses are seen for the first time via the bright lights.

She conducts a slow tai-chi ballet infused dance, floating through the compost on roller skates.
Their sound as they are being skated over is amplified/ overlayed and looped, and there are projections of glitches & interference.
There is a wireless mike on the roller skates in order to amplify the sound of beer cans. This activity feeds the contact mike detects movement and that feeds into the sampler [1 very short and 1 20 seconds] layering the incoming sound and bulding up the section [re the sampler]

did you ever imagine
did you ever imagine
did you ever imagine

did you ever imagine

did you ever imagine

getting more intense each time she asks, Shecontinues dancing for a little while longer and then takes of roller skates.

graffiti and glitches and ruptures are projected on the screen The noise and images ends.

She returns as woman with cigarette doing the same walk two steps forward one back, as she reaches the centre stage:

did you ever imagine that your cigarette smoking was ironic?

then moves slowly to chair, puts out her cigarette and

she sits on the chair to face up stage.

She prepares the 'chair character/narrator of herself' with her back to the audience.
She move as she speaks or as the subtitles scroll into a new position on the chair

Subtitles as she speaks &/ or moves:

i said i want to go where I've never been before'
i was living in a room that was in the slum. i was still sane.
i had no life. i only loved those poets who were criminals.
i began to write letters to people i didn't know, not in order to communicate with them.

spoken text:
the cemetery was my favourite place in the world.
there i saw that the angels & the dead bed together.
i wanted to live there for the rest of my life.
as if i were on an ocean

She leans back as if she is on an ocean, on the chair in the horizontal plane.
She presses play on the tape recorder & dances to the music in this levitation position as if she is floating on an ocean waving her arms and legs.
A projection of the Ocean lit ebbs & flows in lights & is projected on the her body. [maybe this is a slide if there are not 2 projectors]

End of song, she presses stop on the tape recorder & stands up behind the chair.

Continues moving around the chair in a dance with text:

at the time i didn't see how i could become another person, a person who wasn't scared of pain, because becoming another person means dying and being hurt. if what has to happen to me in me won't happen, I'll do anything, I'll never take a sip of red wine again, I'll stay away from all drugs i pleaded.

Many images of Ophelia through the ages, evident in the changing manifestations of the Goddess from the ancient Earth Mother to the anorexic catwalk model, from old to recent e.g. pj harvey's take on ophelia.
Women floating dead in water scroll in a projection, fast as if they are pictures on a poker machine.
Now & again they stop randomly, like a poker machine would do.

She rolls her eyes & speaking as if a mantra
all of us girls have been dead for so long
all of us girls have been dead for so long
all of us girls have been dead for so long
all of us girls have been dead for so long
all of us girls have been dead for so long

She snaps out of this mantra, stands up & grabs the tape recorder, faces the audience with the microphone on the tape-recorder & says very defiant.
but we're not going to be anymore

Press play on tape recorder, she stands rocking her leg and posing as if she is alone in her room looking at a mirror & thinks she is Joan Jett. Her jacket she rips off & stomps on before blazing through the purest and nastiest rock show ANYWHERE.

le tigre the empty lyrics some of these are projected as subtitles.[maybe]
[maybe gets the audience to sing a line of the chorus by handing them the microphone and pointing to the lyrics]
The stars are getting in and out of automobiles
And we keep wondering when we're gonna feel something real
Keep waiting for a Santa that'll never come
A real party not just people who're faking fun
But everything gets erased before it's even said
And all that glitters isn't gold when inside it's dead
All that glitters is not gold
All that glitters is not gold
All that glitters is not gold
All that glitters is not gold
I went to yr concert and I didn't feel anything
I went to yr concert and I didn't hear anything
I went to yr concert and I didn't feel anything
I went to yr concert and I didn't see anything
(oh baby) why won't you talk to me?
(oh baby) you just want me empty!
(oh baby) you don't say anything!
(oh baby) why won't you answer me?

All that glitters is not gold / answer me
All that glitters is not gold / answer me
All that glitters is not gold / answer me
All that glitters is not gold / answer me

I sat thru yr movie but I didn't see anything
I went to yr comedy club and didn't laugh at all
I went to yr movie and I didn't hear anything
I went to yr concert and there was nothing was going on
You don't say, you don't say,
you don't say anything........

The tape recorder is switched off and microphone is replaced.
She composes herself & prepares the 'chair character/narrator of herself' with her back to the audience.
She returns to the chair dance.

though i was safe for the first time in my life, i wasn't able to fall asleep.

on my journey to find sleep i hunted for an image that would protect me.

i couldn't find anything. what was i saying about my life?

Get off the chair
Walk up stage & starts to spin for a very long time

[land of the dead sounds]

There is a flashing blank super 8 type projection on her, the light source is used like a camera, producing grainy, black and white, film like effect
sudden contrasts: black-out, black hair and fabric over white glowing skin, fast-foward flickering sequences like a live silent movie.

graffiti and glitches and ruptures sporadically .

return to the chair: [very dizzy but she gains her composure]

I searched for the woman who had taken the bottom half of the ticket away from me. it was as if there was no one. it was if there was no more time.

She slides off the chair and is drawn to turn on the tape recorder,
Like the start she unwantingly prepares herself in a lunge [4th position] with arms extended & hands moving expressively to an Opera song in a language no one can recognise. It sounds from a toy tape recorder. [Hectates death]
But you can see her face, this time down stage right,added are a few more every day movements like fixing her costume & losing concentration at the side of the stage & moving to fix that.
When the music begins the lights dim, you can see more fragments of the moving body via shafts of light & her facial expression is very present.

A mix of lines from the script scroll subtitles
an immense pressure was on me.
i could not move with out dislodging the weight of centuries.

do we know who wrote the map that we're following?

She turns off the tape recorder for the last time.
return to the chair:
I walked up to each painting, peered at it closely . I didn't want any.

This was when i began to want.

She moves off the chair., she walks to the centre of the stage & prepares her self as if she is to dance flamenco.
She speaks lines as she does some flamenco dance arms & steps.
The pirate girls say the ancient Greeks sick of the priestesses and fortune-tellers who were controlling the future, transformed Hectate into death. from then on, Hectate was invoked only during clandestine rites of magic, named black by the local politicians and at the same time I my family was reduced to ordinary dog.

she moves back to the chair and turns it around.

There are no pirates anymore so we have to be crooked as hell in order to exist

and we are existing.

those who live in graveyards don't know time.

they don't think about it cause they think about sex and skulls. they're perverts.

eyes scan the room and roll as if tracing a map
do we know who wrote the map that we're following?

She pauses and mix of lines from the script scroll subtitles.

Pirates are the destroyers of all obstacles
pirates live fee of authority
explanation:
nothing and no ones straight.
pirates purpose is to find buried treasure.
regarding direction of floating:
buried treasure is hidden in caves at the centres of labyrinths.

There are buzzing land of the dead sounds. On the stage with light revealed with an X is tiny Piano-la [ hooked up to a contact mike on a piece of tin. this is the powerful force from the land of the dead

plays the GODFATHER [amplified, She plays it as if she is very moved by each note, as she does this in stillness the she slowly walks & stands in stillness traveling down the centre of the stage when the song finishes, places the Piano-la next to the toy tape recorder.

Very old pictures of warrior women & ancient archetypes are projected e.g. Hectate, Minion Snake Goddess, sculpture of Venus of Willendorf etc. Artifacts from pre-history to before the beginnings of culture before matriarchy was subsumed by patriarchy, Inanna, The Aegis of Athena, Medusa and so on. Projection, fast as if they are pictures on a poker machine.
Now & again they stop randomly, like a poker machine would do.

She stands & faces the back of the stage [or faces wherever the projection is] & watches a constant flow of graffiti, interference glitches
During this flow of graffiti and glitches and ruptures projected on screen, there is a repetition of a drawing of a woman & a red flower drawn in pen with horses.
This image flow ends & she faces the audience.

no one ever finds her.
she lives inside the interstices of the world.
located between red flowers.

She walks & collects the Piano-la, continues to play it & slowly exits the stage where she entered.
[repeated as a subtitle]
no one ever finds her.
she lives inside the interstices of the world.
located between red flowers.

end