This is Granny’s next work-to-come … Granny’s own peculiar way of saying work-in-progress.
Granny will be posting a call … Pay? … How about Equity?
Meanwhile, Granny is working on her Libretto
Libretto page 1
Act 1 …
Scene at Granny’s
Scene: the outside of a quaint obviously handbuilt house covered in multi-coloured patches of paint.
… On the sidewalk at the corner of the house three teens are loitering by a section of old fence over-run with vines
They find an old can hidden under the fence and begin kicking it back and forth between them
The kids are complaining that they are bored with nothing cottage,to do
*SONG (Need a song about this)
Bored bored nothing to do
What can we do
What is the use
Of a cottage by the sea
When it has
… when it has
When it has
No TV no games.
We have no connection
They look at the house
Why does this house
Not have a connection
Actually it appears as though the house may not even have electricity … No Power lines or telephone lines appear to connect to the house.
All the other house have plenty of lines and cables linking them all together (this would be obvious from images projected onto screens.
That was yesterday. Today is today. Granny needs help. Granny needs to post a call. Will anyone help Granny?
Please … Anyone … Granny wants to post a call for her Rock Opera. She has seven days. How does she offer equity? Granny has no idea how to go about this. Will anyone help Granny?
This is Day 2 of 7 Days of Grace.
Yes, day 2 and Granny discovers something about equity. It is not what she thought it was … Not an exciting positive thing at all … Really Granny would rather not be so Glum. The world already contains way way too much glum. Whooooa … Thinks Granny has this been going on for 100 years? Shouldn’t a 100 year birthday be cause for celebration?
Hmmmm …OK … Time to re-write. Time to talk about Granny-style equity … Joint venture … Partnership … Fair share ownership … That is how Granny sees equity.
Is it day 3. If Granny gets a bit absent minded sometimes … Please have patience. She has so much to do and so little time to do it. There are so many … Too many … Causes? Some might say lost causes. Granny refuses to accept that idea. Granny has dreamed a Dream and there is no stopping her now.
While the three teens are looking at the house The front door of the house opens and in the doorway is a little old lady dressed in an outfit as multi-coloured as her house. In her hands and supported by an ornate strap around her neck is what looks like a harp but it has only a string or two.
As the little old lady moves slowly towards the three teens she strums the strings and begins to hum a strange, slightly mournful and solemn
quite unfamiliar tune but in a very loud voice, shockingly loud and deep to hear coming from the mouth of such a small woman.