So I forgot Linton’s name and was talking to myself trying to remember but all my brain was giving me was “Tilton” and long story short his name is now Tilt-a-Whirl in my notes
SIX MINUTES
or Eddie goes to therapy while Buck's in a coma
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@wandiinha said i should post it so i did
Eddie’s not entirely sure how he ended up here. He was only half conscious when he had texted Frank and requested a session at his earliest convenience.
The office was silent for awhile, Eddie once again picking at the piping of the large grey chair. He hadn't done that in awhile.
“Who would've thought there would be a day that you were sitting in that chair at your request.”
Eddie wants to joke back. He's desperate for something normal. And normal is throwing a quip right back in his face. Frank never took offense. It was part of their normal routine.
“He was dead for six minutes,” he says quietly. Biting his lip. Twisting his hands in his lap, “I lived in a world without him for six minutes and it’s like I was on a fucking tiltawhirl. And I don't remember it, all at the same time. I finally felt like I was happy and comfortable, I even went down to bi weekly sessions– and then he went and died for six minutes. What am I supposed to do with that Frank?”
He stands to pace the small office and Frank's expression is deep with concern.
“Who died for six minutes, Eddie?”
Eddie isn't amused. Because Frank must know. He's a department therapist. He knows Eddie's psyche. So he glares. It isn’t the first time.
“I need you to say it,” he taps his fingers against his knee.
“Buck. Buck was dead for six minutes.” he finally chokes out. He never said it before. He knew it in his body. How could he not.He knew it but had never spoken the words.
“How is he now?”
“He’s on a vent, in a coma.”
“How’s Christopher?”
Eddie's eyes snap up to Frank’s face finally, “he's– about as well as you might expect a 12 year old to be that nearly lost his surrogate father.”
He'd always been candid and open about who Buck was to Christopher with Frank. It was the only space he allowed himself other than the papers stuffed in a file folder in the basement.
“Why are you here Eddie?”
He squeezes his eyes shut, “he was dead. And I couldn't breathe. And it feels like my entire body is hollow. And it feels like I have so many things to say but I don't know how.”
Frank turns to his desk and pulls out a sheet of paper, a notebook, and a fresh pen.
“This is a list of writing prompts. Write however much you want. Answer one or all of them. But just write.”
“You knew I was coming didn't you?”
“I heard what happened through the department grapevine. And I thought I might hear from you. I am proud of you for reaching out, the Eddie I met all those years ago wouldn't have done that, maybe not even a year ago. Don't let this major event that would cause anyone distress to think that you have failed, healing is never linear, especially when life keeps happening.”
Life does keep happening, even though it feels like the whole world should stop.
He scans the list before folding it in half and stuffing it inside the notebook. He gives Frank a tight nod and he responds with that therapist look that tells him that yes its terrible now, but there are ways through it however impossible it may seem.
I remember the good days when carnival folk were strange, exciting, with a hint of danger (get in the tiltawhirl at your own risk.) Now they are all just illegals in corporate t-shirts.
rambling: I LOVE THIS PIECE SO MUCH. i haven't experimented with drawing quads in so fucking long so i was a little worried going into it, but i've had this baby bookmarked since last year so i wanted to get star done and boy am i so glad i did!
the colour palette was so fun to work with. i struggled a little here and there - first and foremost the shading eluded me for a HOT MINUTE, and then the background wanted to fight me - but ultimately i'm super happy with how this turned out. i think looking at it now the only thing i would change would be to make the head/collar a smidge bigger to match the rest of the body.
eddie takes you to the carnival on your first date. he’s nervous at first. he doesn’t say much, offers to buy you a lemon shakeup or win you a big teddy bear. eventually he loosens up, cracks a joke here and there while you play carnival games and ride the ferris wheel. he’d also definitely eat too many nachos and throw up on the tiltawhirl.
anybody else get that random vertigo where you've been sitting down and still for a while, just chilling, and all of a sudden your brain/body is convinced you're at the edge of a cliff and it's to make the world go tiltawhirl
When you boil this play down it’s about vulnerability and confidence. Being deaf blind, Black, or a woman doesn’t make you helpless. Yet trying to get out into the dating world while figuring out how to work with a cane and losing your sight is going to take some getting used to. This is how we meet Ghari, a Black Deaf-Blind girl who is single and ready to mingle. Yet she has to travel with her cane as her wingman (wingwoman?) Can she strike out on her own yet still build a support system for herself? You’ll have to watch and find out.
When Do We Feel The Emotional Beats?
A lot of really good short plays use the framing device Hayes employs here. A person is going on several dates and all of the characters are played by the same person. It mirrors the evolution of our main character Ghari. While no one else in this play changes, Ghari is the one with growth. Hayes has the structure of the plot down. The only thing we wished for was intention. Hayes could linger more on moments that we wanted to wallow in or speed up in the manic moments. Like when Ghari’s drink gets spiked the pace gets very frenetic like a tiltawhirl. That made us feel her fear. When do we feel other emotional beats?
The “Mission” Of The Scene!
Cheslik is a director that knows how to break scenes into beats and interpret the energy of the scene. You barely feel his presence guiding the show, but you KNOW what the “mission” of the scene is supposed to be. When the scene is supposed to be awkward, like when Ghari gets frustrated talking to her date that keeps shouting ASL at her, we FEEL awkward. There’s no way that awkwardness wasn’t an intentional work of the director. We can tell that Cheslik poured a lot of support into this new work and we hope that he’s involved in the next developments.
Props To A Great Duo!
Um can we ust talk about the talent and the comedic chops of this Hayes and Antonio for a second? Both of these two had a delivery, pacing, and a volley between each other even as Antonio keeps switching characters. You could sit and watch Antonio make a meal out of each character all day. Then to see him turn from sleazebag to bestie on a dime was a real treat. Then Hayes’s ability to each f th character changes was itself a spectacular thing to watch.