A Story

Listen, self wrote a play.

One evening, in the middle of watching some reality show on TV, she suddenly felt the urge to write something down. Tap-tap-tap went the keyboard keys, and out came two pages, which self in great excitement bore to hubby, demanding that he interrupt his evening’s entertainment and read.

And he did read, and lo and behold, he did not understand. He scratched his head. He asked self, “What is this?”

Self knew in her heart of hearts that she had written something significant.

A few months later, Alleluia Panis of KulArts sent out a kind of “feeler” e-mail: KulArts (so went the e-mail, as far as self can remember) would welcome taking a look at any new work, in any theatrical form. Self, knowing full well that her forte (at least for the last two decades) has been short story writing, nevertheless e-mailed Alleluia: I WROTE A PLAY.

And lo and behold, Alleluia did not sit down and burst out laughing. Out of the goodness of her heart, she did not go: You? A playwright? What next?

No, Alleluia did not laugh. Instead, she invited self to dinner. And self bore the fragile pages of her new baby (for that is what each new work feels like to self: a new baby. Son has sooo many siblings! Of the literary variety) to the restaurant. And Alleluia read the pages right there. And, and —

Suffice it to say that the play went through many tortuous twists and turns (for self hardly even knows what a scene is, dear blog readers), but the important thing is: ALLELUIA HAD FAITH. And because of this faith, she agreed to give self’s little infant a staged reading. And lo and behold, plays began to appear magically from hither and thither, plays by young people (like Josef Anolin) and plays from seasoned professionals even (like Allan Manalo), neither of whom — bless their hearts — neither of whom turned up their noses at appearing next to neophyte playwright self in a programme.

And self’s heart goes out to the generosity of all involved: actresses (self’s play alone has three from the same family: the Almarios, mother and two daughters), directors (Alfredo Santos and Allan Manalo), Alleluia, and Josef, particularly Josef, for on his own he found the actors and actresses to read self’s play. Self knew no one, NO ONE. So Josef saved her.

And during rehearsals last Sunday, self suddenly had a twinge. So this is how a play takes shape! She sat there quietly, but all the while the actors and actresses were reading, she was thinking. And now she thinks that something beautiful will happen this Sunday, at the Bayanihan Community Center, at 3 p.m. She is sure of it.

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