Courtesy of Mr. Zulueta, we're pleased to share the first two pages from the award-winning script as well as links to the music. Enjoy!
By Ignacio Zulueta
Music by Don Seaver
ALEX, partner to:
BEATRICE, sister-in-law to:
CARLA, wife of:
DON. A proud new parent, along with his wife Carla.
CAST NOTES: All the cast must sing.
This is the music of happy cult indoctrination. ‘Stepford
wives’ in tone, if not style or period. Whatever genre or
instrumentation you pick, have fun composing lines that
stick in the skull like a rusty knife.
VERSE & CHORUS NOTES:
The 14 syllable verse line is designed to create a feeling
of emptiness, of awkward lack. This awkwardness is
reinforced by the near rhyme of the following 14 syllable
line. Both of these deliberate stumblings are ‘corrected’
by the 8 syllable rhymed couplet which follows, followed up
by the repetitive, knife-in-skull 3 line 4 syllable chorus.
This is how I visualize it, even though it’s not iambic, so
ignore the ‘/’ stresses and create your own:
I have erred on the side of rigid structure for the sake of
clarity, since the verse is sometimes shared between
multiple voices. Counting syllables should make the end of
each line clear (I hope). For the funkiness of the bridge,
there is no apology or explanation. Have fun with that.
LIGHTS UP: ALEX & BEATRICE
SITTING ON A ROW OF CHAIRS.
I think we need a safe word.
In case things get too intense tonight.
A safe word?
Yeah, something unlikely to come up in conversation, but:
Plausible enough to blend in. Like “Hedgerow.”
Yeah. Pretty clever, huh?
Why do we need a mutually agreed upon code signal which is
used, traditionally, during hazardous erotic activities?
Because my sister and her husband are coming to dinner.
Honey, not like that! What I mean is: You haven’t seen them
in a year. They’re not going to be the people you remember.
Alex, it’s not like they’ve joined a cult.
Beatrice, trust me. You’ve never seen them like this.
DOORBELL, OR KNOCKING.
(CALLING OUT) Carla? Don? (DOORBELL, OR KNOCKING.)
It’s open! Come in!
ENTER CARLA & DON, WITH BABY
STROLLER, SPEAKING BABY TALK.
(hugging) BEATWISS! OH MY PWETTY BEATWISS! (BEATRICE LOOKS AT ALEX.)
HOW OW YOO?
It’s been so long! How are you?
(hugging) BEATIE PWETTY BEATWISS!