b'DAD (cont.):Obviously, setting off at least an hour before the show would be SIS:Your eyes look all off. Have you got a concussion? Or did the football teampreferable. Theres a possibility I may be back a few minutes late from work, so you give you something else. are you on something? may need to make dinner for yourselves. Im sure you can manage with somefrozen food, combined with a totally new technique called: defrosting. Ha!BOY:Ill kill you. (He taps his chin) Wigs straightened, shirts steamed, denim pressed. thats as far as the ye olde pre-show checklist goes. The boot is also pre-packed, so a pat on SIS:You can try after dinner, which is lukewarm by now, Escobar. the back for me BOY gives SIS the foulest look he can. SIS:What are you talking about?SIS (cont.):Alright, alright. Youre not high the same way Im not tired of standingDAD: Hm?here waiting for you to come downstairs. Come. On.SIS:Youre saying words, sure. But youre saying fuck all with them. Why arent BOY:Im not in the mood! you saying anything?SIS:For dinner orDAD: Alright, thats BOY:Anything. Anything about you lot. SIS:Youre talking about performing tomorrow! Thats insane! Its like youve been turned into this eldritch thing that sounds like my dad, looks like my dad, but as He walks past her and sits on the upstage arm of the sofa and hugs hissoon as it opens its mouth all I hear are hollow noises. I dont know what you are! knees under his chin. SIS follows him after a small moment of confusion.Youre telling us to pretend to be Swedish people, dress up, sing a little song or two, She sits on the end of the bed, facing DAD and BOY. but keep pretending we can imitate a band of four with three people. I cant live, breathe this like you do. I have other shit going on! Real, tangible, shit!DAD: And so, I present: a feast fit for a king! DAD: Now, we are not having this kind of talk over dinner. Mind your tone SIS:Thanks for spending hours lovingly preparing this food for us! Im forever grateful, yadda, yadda, yaddaSIS:But Im not the only one who doesnt like this! Im not ranting for the sake of doing so, Im trying to help us. We cant perform on Mums anniversary, its just DAD: Oi, its the thought that counts. Im not going to wait for you, tuck in. wrong. (To BOY) I dont want to, do you?SIS:Might wait a few minutes, its piping hot. Both turn to BOY, whose foul mood hasnt lessened throughout this entire scene. A moment of silence.DAD: Suit yourself. What about you?BOY:Like I fucking care. BOY:Dont have an appetite yet.SIS:(Hurt) What?DAD: Youre going to want to fuel up, lad. Weve got a big day tomorrow! Have you got your chords noted down somewhere? Didnt have time to buy sheet music,DAD: Thats enough!so regular lined paper will have to do. The change shouldnt mess up your flow though, its only paper after all. You managed to find that one aux cord, didnt you?BOY:Cos do I care? I dont want to do some bullshit show, and I dont want to talk Just because they didnt have one the last time we performed at the venue.about anything else. Im doing nothing tomorrow, and Im not hearing it from either of you, not hearing any more bitching today, cos Im done with it.Both children listen to him in silence, SIS watches him in disbelief.70 71'