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    Precious Little Talent & Hot Mess (NHB Modern Plays)
    Precious Little Talent & Hot Mess (NHB Modern Plays)
    Precious Little Talent & Hot Mess (NHB Modern Plays)
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    Precious Little Talent & Hot Mess (NHB Modern Plays)

    By Ella Hickson

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    Two plays by award-winning playwright Ella Hickson.
    Precious Little Talent is about a father desperate not to forget his daughter and two young people determined not to be forgotten by the world.
    Hot Mess is a dark and lyrical tale about friendship, loss and loneliness. Twins Polo and Twitch were born with only one heart between them: where Polo is not looking to be loved, Twitch can do nothing but.
    'A rising star of British theatre ... she has a gorgeous way with words and head full of bewitching ideas. Hickson remains a red-hot one to watch.' - Independent
    'She writes with great assurance using charmingly poetic language... Miss Hickson proves to be an inspired director.' - British Theatre Guide
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherNick Hern Books
    Release dateOct 6, 2014
    ISBN9781780012438
    Precious Little Talent & Hot Mess (NHB Modern Plays)
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    Ella Hickson

    Ella Hickson is an award-winning writer whose work has been performed throughout the UK and abroad. Her work includes: Oil (Almeida Theatre, London, 2016); Wendy & Peter Pan (Royal Shakespeare Company, 2013 and 2015); Riot Girls (Radio 4); Boys (Nuffield Theatre, Southampton/Headlong Theatre/HighTide Festival Theatre, 2012); The Authorised Kate Bane (Grid Iron/Traverse Theatre, 2012); Rightfully Mine (Radio 4); Precious Little Talent (Trafalgar Studios/Tantrums Productions, 2011), Hot Mess (Arcola Tent/ Tantrums Productions, 2010) and Eight (Trafalgar Studios/Bedlam Theatre, Edinburgh, 2008/9).

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      Precious Little Talent & Hot Mess (NHB Modern Plays) - Ella Hickson

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      Ella Hickson

      PRECIOUS

      LITTLE TALENT

      &

      HOT MESS

      Two plays

      NICK HERN BOOKS

      London

      www.nickhernbooks.co.uk

      Contents

      Title Page

      PRECIOUS LITTLE TALENT

      Dedication and Epigraph

      Acknowledgements

      Original Production

      Characters

      Act One

      Act Two

      Act Three

      Epilogue

      HOT MESS

      Dedication and Epigraph

      Author’s Note

      Production Note

      Acknowledgements

      Original Production

      Characters

      Hot Mess

      About the Author

      Copyright and Performing Rights Information

      PRECIOUS LITTLE TALENT

      For Simon

      With thanks for his optimism

      ‘The difficulty is that the English are finding it impossible to give any account of themselves except for identities that they are dragging up from the past. There has never been a time when some coherent account of English National Identity was more needed.’

      Krishan Kumar

      ‘American Democracy: a tradition based on the simple idea that we have a stake in each other and that what binds us together is greater than what drives us apart and if enough people believe in the truth of that proposition and act on it then we might not solve every problem but we can get something meaningful done.’

      Barack Obama

      ‘E pluribus unum’ – ‘Out of the many, one.’

      Motto on an American one cent coin

      Acknowledgements

      I would like to thank, first and foremost the Jameses; James Dacre for his relentless energy and commitment to high standards and James Quaife for his super-human ability to make things happen at short notice. I thank them both for working round the clock, for keeping the faith and for having the tenacity and tolerance to have maintained a sense of humour when things have got tough.

      I would like to thank Simon Ginty, Emma Hiddleston, John McColl, Cat Hobart, Xander Macmillan, Polly Bennett and Jessica Winch. Much of the original script was influenced by conversations with these people. I consider myself hugely lucky to have worked with such talented collaborators.

      I would like to thank Katherine Mendelsohn, David Greig, Carol Tambor and Kent Lawson.

      Finally, my thanks go to Jess Cooper and my family for their unfaltering support.

      Ella Hickson

      Precious Little Talent was first performed at the Bedlam Theatre, Edinburgh, on 6 August 2009, as part of the Edinburgh Festival Fringe, with the following cast:

      Characters

      SAM, nineteen, American

      JOEY, twenty-three, English

      GEORGE, sixty-one, English, Joey’s father

      The play takes place in

      New York, December, 2008

      New York, February, 2009

      London, April, 2011

      ACT ONE

      One

      Late night.

      Christmas Eve, 2008.

      A rooftop – New York City.

      SAM (to audience). It’s Christmas Eve in the winter of two thousand eight and the night is cruel and beautiful and it feels like it’s the first time it’s ever been that way. I’m sitting on a rooftop, downtown New York City; in front of me midtown, pouring out into the night like a million luminous toothpicks, but right around me is black, black and death. I’m nineteen and I’ve got an erection, right tight into the front of my pants ’cos I can feel a woman’s breath on the left side of my neck. This nervous little breath, panting, just beneath my ear; the moisture in it licking at me in the dark night and I so desperately want to turn around and suck that in, so desperately – but I keep my hands on my thighs, just like this and I say ‘hey’.

      JOEY. Hey.

      SAM. What’s your name?

      JOEY. Joey.

      SAM. No shit, mine too!

      JOEY. Really?

      SAM. No, it’s Sam. I’m sorry – I don’t know why I just said that.

      (To audience.) She laughs this funny little laugh and it sounds funny so I say –

      You sound funny.

      JOEY. I’m English.

      SAM (to audience). She says, all like that, all ‘I’m English’, like that.

      (To JOEY.) So you’re British, eh?

      JOEY. No, I’m English. No one’s really British. People who say they’re British are just embarrassed about being English.

      SAM. What about the Scots and the Irish?

      JOEY. They’re Scottish and Irish.

      SAM. And isn’t there Wales?

      JOEY. Everyone sort of forgets about Wales.

      SAM. Tough to be Welsh, eh?

      JOEY. I guess.

      Pause.

      SAM. Politics makes for bad sex.

      JOEY. What?

      SAM. Um – sorry, it was something my dad always used to say – I – I don’t know why I – um… So… you’re up here for, um – a little air?

      JOEY. Yep.

      SAM (to audience). So I’m thinking ‘a little air’, like taking a turn on the veranda, like a midnight, moonlit stroll, like Audrey Hepburn at dawn before breakfast time at Tiffany’s; like this is the moment you might tell your kids that you met and she says –

      JOEY. Hepburn.

      SAM. Hepburn?

      JOEY. Hepburn.

      SAM. How did you do that?

      JOEY. I just – how old are you, Sam?

      SAM. How old are you?

      JOEY. Twenty-three.

      SAM. No freaking way – me too!

      JOEY. Really?

      SAM. No, absolutely not, I’m nineteen. I’m sorry, I don’t know why I – you can check my driver’s license if you want.

      (To audience.) And she only fucking does! She slides these little British, English, fingers right into my back pocket, so as I can feel the bump of her ring dig in against my butt cheek – and then BAM; I stare her right in the face, eyeball to eyeball, and that little licky breath is all over my face and my lips, all warm and moist but I don’t flinch an inch… she has this pale skin and pink cheeks like she’s been out in the snow…

      (To JOEY.) Your hand is in my pocket.

      JOEY. It’s warm.

      SAM. Okay, keep it there. That’s fine by me.

      (To audience.) And then I’m sure you won’t believe this, I’m sure you will have heard this said a thousand times before but piano music starts to play. A really well-known tune, I know, but it was, I swear to you –

      Beethoven’s ‘Moonlight Sonata’ starts to play.

      That’s it! That’s exactly the one! I swear, I swear, ladies and gentlemen, it came swinging up over the fire escapes like a beautiful baboon and fills right up all the air around us like it’s smoke and ashes and she looks at me, right dead smack in the eyes. She has beautiful eyes, like two tiny tiny fires and she pokes out her little tongue all pinky in the night sky and she… licks me. Right across my top lip; and I feel like it might just be the end of the world if she leaves.

      And suddenly we’re running fast as our feet will take us, stamping down fire escapes, looking in on late-night offices where tired and desperate men are sitting and watching dollars dropping like flies but we’re running, fast and quick and furious. We’re headed down Bleeker where the lights are kind and the windows are crowded up with smart stuff and slutty stuff and it’s cold, you see, so cold that my fingers get numb so as they might be tempted to let go of the very best thing that they have

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