PRNYC Seattle Notes 1

Theatre is not life.  In theatre we reach the boiling  point, a nexus for crisis and decision. Through conflict decisions are forced, decisions reveal character, advance action. Anger is the most compelling emotion to force decision. What is PRNYC about? In a word, language. It’s about the language we use to construct the stories that determine who we are at any given moment. The atmosphere is at the boiling point, literally and emotionally. It is boiling hot, dripping humid, outside. Peter enters the office in the morning, drained already from the crushing heat, glad to be in the frigid office; he used to feel protected from all the dirt and the stench and the grime and all that conflict down there on the street. 46 stories up, in his suit, he was protected.  Now he’s just lost. He’s had enough. He wants to quit. He has an offer from another agency, but it’s more of the same without the sheen of ‘the top / the best / in the news.’ He wants to quit with no net, no plan “B”. Just quit this shit and see what that’s like. PRNYC is about the language we use to survive. This is PR but it could be any professional office in NY. You work at that level, that speed, and it becomes addicting, like gambling. The end game? Just a crap shoot. Theatre – character driven plays are about compression. Intensification. And these days, when people want it fast and hard, they want it to be more intense. On the 46th floor no one can touch you. You’re invincible, you can find your power, if you can just figure out what the fuck is going on in this office with these crazy people. By any standard these people are fucking nuts, so after a while you just assume its in the air, it infects everyone in the office, and you adapt, as you would in any family structure. It’s working in a professional office in NY.  That’s how he’s coming in. Rough night last night.  Weird, extraordinarily. That woman in the Waiting Room. His therapist was particularly brutal, unkind, like he needed a jack hammer to break through. And his brother. And that twisted knot in his stomach from working at this abhorrent place. And the heat, the debilitating heat.

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