Forty-OneWhitburn on Sea, later still
'Who does he think he is, the prick? The f*****g Sweeney?'
THERE IS NO INTRODUCTION. NO ANN-OUNCEMENT. The Mis-made Girl cubes are removed and Charlie and Selene have left the stage and an excited, anticipatory susurration shivers and buzzes around the audience. They know what is coming.
All the lights go out, plunging the theatre in sudden eerie darkness, the audience as one scream and yell in expectation, in blood l**t, excitement and in fear, a sudden quickening of the heartbeat.
The death knell tolls, echoing around the walls, the acoustics are not the best but the effect is just as electrifying.
'For whom the bell tolls, it tolls for thee…' Charlie, as usual quoting John Donne to Selene.
'No Charlie, it tolls for you.'
Donnnnggggg. A spotli
