Synopsis

True story, as a teenager I wrote my first play about my older brother’s attempted suicide. My friend was going to direct it and we were going to take it to the Edinburgh Festival Fringe. That didn’t happen. Ten years later, that same friend took her own life… A weird, painful, difficult, thing to try and process. A very intense opener to a synopsis, right?

It’s ok. I’m able to handle how sad it was for me and still entertain you along the way. Instead of trundling off for lots of therapy (which for the record I also did) I learnt to play the piano and created this project.

A playful, irreverent, open-hearted attempt to understand. A mischievous enquiry into the experience of a play as much as a play itself, with elements of song, monologue, comedy and audience communion. It weaves a dialogue between the ideas of the play that I once wrote and a document my friend left behind, “to help us understand”.

I explore why we tell stories, where that impulse comes from, and what power the writer has to impact an unknowable audience largely impacted by its unconscious experience. Put simply, it’s happy, sad, and sometimes silly. It's for anyone anywhere whoever had a friend and might have dressed up, done daft voices, or dreamt big dreams about putting on shows with them. In its grandest terms, it explores the relationship between psychological trauma and time. Ultimately, it's about how we seek comfort in the face of loss. A love letter to the present moment experience we share during a performance. It asks if this can be a place for healing... Can you give me one moment in time?