Scene: A grubby and
untidy back-street office. Behind a desk
overflowing with newspaper cuttings, final demands, playbills and hopeful
letters sits a balding, chubby man in an ill-fitting suit. On the wall behind him there is a sign
bedecked with little stars and bearing the rather optimistic legend 'Wishaw's
Theatrical Agency - wishes come true with Wishaw!' A middle-aged woman, dressed rather younger
than her years in a figure-hugging
sweater and jeans, pokes her head around the door:
Veronica: "You
wanted to see me, Mr. Wishaw?"
Wishaw: "Veronica! Come on in"
V: "Thanks,
Mr. Wishaw"
She wiggles toward a chair and clears a few papers off it in
order to sit down.
V: "BTW,
Mr. Wishaw, it's 'Veronique' now, I've changed it"
W: "Veronique
eh? Very pretty, I'm sure. Now then, Veronica…"
V: "Veronique!"
W: "Yes,
of course. Well, look V, it's like
this. You know I sent you up for that
gas boiler ad?"
V: "Yes,
Mr. Wishaw. Thank you, Mr. Wishaw"
W: "Thanks
are unnecessary, Veron…V. I've had a
note back from the producer and I thought I ought to share it with you."
V: (squeals excitedly) "Oh,
some notes! I'm always willing to learn,
Mr. W."
W: "Well,
not notes as such, V. You see, I sent
you for that audition because I thought it was something you could do standing
on your head. However, from what it says
here, it seems that's exactly what you did do"
V: "That's right, Mr.
Wishaw. You see, the shot was just my
from my feet up to my knees, and this animated corgi was going to be added in
later. I couldn't see how I could convey
the important emotions with just my feet and knees"
W: "So
you stood on your head?"
V: "Yes,
that's right. I wanted the viewer to
understand the depth of my feelings"
W: "Let
me get this straight, V. As I understand it, the nub and the gist of
the ad is that a cartoon corgi brings a newspaper to you with a headline that
shows that 1 in 11 boilers are potentially dangerous. Is that right?"
V: "That's
it, Mr. W. It's an emotional
subject. People could get hurt!"
W: "I
don't doubt it, V. But don't you think
the sight of you hanging upside down might just distract the viewers a tiny bit
from the content of the ad?"
V: (sulkily) "I don't see why, Mr.
Wishaw"
W: "Well,
be that as it may, V. Leaving the
'standing on your head' approach to one side, for the moment, the other thing
the producer was somewhat concerned about was your modification of your
lines"
V: (very sulkily) "I
don't think he properly understood my motivation"
W: "V. All he wanted you to say was 'Oh dear, corgi,
that's not good is it?' and then the voiceover would explain the rest. But you didn't say that, did you V?"
V: (moodlily) "No,
Mr. W."
W: "What
you actually said was, and I quote, 'Good grief, my dog can read, I'm going to
be rich beyond my wildest dreams!'"
V: "Well,
that's what I would have said, Mr. W. I
have to be true to my character, to my inner self."
Veronica slams her right hand to her chest for dramatic
effect.
W: (sympathetically) "V,
no-one doubts that your heart is in the right place. It's just that…"
Wishaw stares fixedly at Veronica's sagging embonpoint
W: (distractedly) "…your
charley's aren't"
V: "I
beg your pardon!"
W: (hastily) "Charlie's
Aunt! There's talk of doing a run,
thought you might fancy it?"
V: (suspiciously) "Where?"
Wishaw is still distracted and continues to stare at
Veronica's chest
W: "God
kn…Godalming!"
V: "I
don't think so, Mr. W. It's not where I
see myself right now. "
W: "What? Godalming?"
V: "No,
silly! I mean my creative journey. Light comedy is so… yesterday. Today, I see myself as more…Ibsen, possibly
Chekhov, Beckett perhaps?"
W: "Oh
V! No, love. You mustn't run before you can
walk." Picks up a piece of paper
from the desk "What about a nice
soap powder commercial, eh? All you've
got to do is stick your hands in a bowl of suds. No dialogue, no nothing. Just your hands and a bowl of suds. What do you say?"
V: "But
what's my motivation?"
W: "They're
paying £300"
V: "I'll
do it."
Wishaw gets up and escorts Veronica to the door
V: "If
I bent down a little, perhaps I could…"
W: (firmly) "No
V."
V: "I
could scream a little? The water could
be very hot…"
W: "Don't
talk to me about hot water! Just the
hands, V. and think of the money"
THE END
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