Project2-Twine

That summer you quit your job. It happened accidently. You were in the weekly meeting of the theatre administration office: "We are planning to rearrange the PR-department and unite it with the marketing department," said an executive director, a woman, whose face always looked as if she woke up twenty minutes ago. You began to have that bad feeling in your stomach. You looked at a colleague from the marketing department. He sat straight with his hands on the table, listening seriously. You coughed. You couldn’t tell if that particular cough was caused by cold or if it was nervous. "We are now seeking for the digital-media specialist, who could to both – pr and digital-marketing," she said looking you in the eyes. You didn’t say anything. Although you saw where it was going. "Maybe we should listen to you now," another woman, an artistic director, filled the silence with her smoky voice. "What do you think? Do you see yourself in this position?" She is a woman who has this magnetic power of both – beauty and smartness. You were always afraid of her. "I am not sure yet," you must have said something nonsense. "Where do you see yourself in five years then?" she asked it as if you two were alone in the room.  "In writing. I want to write plays myself." The artistic and the executive directors exchanged confused glances. The rest of the meeting you remembered vaguely. [[Maybe your cried]]

This is your last day of work. You are packing your staff in a tote bag, while your ex-coworkers are gone to lunch. Your sad song playlist is on. You are in your headphones, so you don’t recognize when an artistic director comes in the room. She looks at your half-emptied desk and smiles: "Why don’t we do a farewell party?" You are mumbling something, so she explains: "We could throw a big farewell party with wine and music. You could be DJ, would you be DJ?" You are thinking for a second whether to [[accept]] or to [[refuse]] this generous offer.

The theatre hall was filled with familiar faces. You were standing by the DJ's console for the first time and playing music. As you were watching people dancing and having fun, you started to realize that you are actually leaving. Your colleague, who said nothing at the meeting, got really drunk. He was apologizing for an hour but the music was loud and you were not listening. You just said: "It’s OK." And deep inside it was. You wake up the next morning exhausted but excited about your new life. Now you are going to the [[kitchen]] to get some coffee.

You looked at the shelf where you used to keep your stuff. You felt like you forgot something. Or didn’t you just want to say goodbye? You looked at the corkboard. Your side was empty. You took an id photo from your purse, and placed it to the corkboard. You wanted a part of you to remain here. It was Friday evening and your colleagues suggest you to go to the bar to have a small goodbye party. Your colleague, who said nothing at the meeting, got really drunk. He was apologizing for an hour but the music was loud and you were not listening. You just said: "It’s OK." And deep inside it was. You wake up the next morning exhausted but excited about your new life. Now you are going to the [[kitchen]] to get some coffee.

The kitchen is your special place. It’s a small square of your rental loft with white tile and a shabby wooden table, that you’ve found in thrift store one day. Here you can find anything you need: a [[filter]] for making coffee, your [[laptop]] and a [[fridge]].

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From: somebody@gmail[dot]com Subject: Work in the city garden! Dear You, I am writing to you because some time ago you subscribe to our newsletter of part-time jobs. This weekend we have a fabulous opportunity for you to work in the city garden. You will need to help people, who are participating in the Best Gardener Contest. The event will only take part for two days. Let us know if you are interested. Best regards, Coordinator of the Best Gardener Contest [[Yes, I am interested.]] [[Thank you, I would like to come.|Yes, I am interested.]] [[Sounds good. When should I start?|Yes, I am interested.]]

It’s chilly. You are rushing to the metro station. The city smells like a spoiled cabbage pie. You realize that you have dressed too cold for this October weather, but you have no time to go home to change. You are entering the metro station and suddenly you see an old theatre friend coming from the entrance. His name is Alex, he is a director. “Hey!” he smiles intensively. “How are you?” you are glad to see his face – kind and comforting in its familiarity. He is telling you that he won a grand and he is doing a play in one of the city theatres. You feel jealous, but in a healthy way. “Wait, are you a writer?” “Kinda.” mumble you, while you actually are. “I’m looking for a writer to that project right now. Tell me if you’re interested.” [["I guess I am."]]

He tells you that he needs somebody to help with the script. “If you are interested, you can come to the rehearsal next week.” You exchanged phone numbers. You are now very late for your garden job. [[Run, You, run.]]

[[A WEEK LATER| screen]]

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You met the actors and they seemed to like you. You are going to do a show about technologies. You are all agreed that it must be something like "Black Mirror", but less manipulative and technophobic way. You said you have an [[idea…]]

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DRAFT 1 Scene 1 JENNY: Siri, what are you capable of? SIRI: I have the whole garden of Eden here. Apple garden, of course. JENNY: My friend, Siri, help me, I'm miserable. SIRI: I can't find anything on request “I am miserable.” <s> But I can try to find something in the Internet. </s> JENNY: Will you become smarter someday? SIRI: Me? JENNY: You. SIRI: Definitely, that’s me. ??? SIRI: I just want to bring benefit. I can install an update of the system Siri. JENNY: Install an update. [[>>>|Next]]

Scene 1 JENNY: Siri, what are you capable of? SIRI: I have the whole garden of eden here. Apple garden, of course. JENNY: My friend, Siri, I'm miserable. SIRI: I can't find anything on request “Siri, I am miserable.” But I can search that in the Internet. JENNY: Siri, will you become smarter someday? SIRI: Me? JENNY: You. SIRI: Definitely, that’s me. JENNY: How can I stop looking at other people and envy them? SIRI: All right, here is what I found “at other people and envy them how to stop” in iTunes Store JENNY: Siri, why are you so stupid? SIRI: I just want to bring benefit. I can install an update of the system Siri. This update will be able to use your posts from social networks in conversation. It will significantly increase the level of empathy. JENNY: Install an update. [[>>>|Diary]]

12/12/2017 I’m very very nervous that something will go wrong. The premier is [[tomorrow]]. It feels like I am gonna be on stage and perform and everyone will see how bad I am at this! I don’t remember whoever wrote – “writing is like standing on the chair; completely naked” – but he was goddamn right!

When you entered the auditorium you already knew what to expect. In that sence, it was similar to your previous job, where you used to write announces and press-realizes for the shows. Besides being the first to know about a forthcoming premier and shaking hands with the directors, it has its own disadvantages – you can never really enjoy the show. The theatre is all about experience, and what you was only able to experience is the constant one hour and a half deja-vu. But that time it was different. The light was turned off. There audience became quiet. All this felt surreal. Like you are in a dream. [[In your own dream|CREDITS]]

<img src="https://koriandrum.neocities.org/%D0%A1%D0%BD%D0%B8%D0%BC%D0%BE%D0%BA%20%D1%8D%D0%BA%D1%80%D0%B0%D0%BD%D0%B0%202018-10-27%20%D0%B2%2023.13.32.png" alt="Credits"> Story: Arina Boyko Text of the play: Natalia Zaitseva (translated by Arina Boyko) All gifs are from: so-gif-me.tumblr.com ANY REFERENCE TO LIVING PERSONS OR REAL EVENTS IS PURELY COINCIDENTAL [[Read again|Freelance Quest]]