#29PlaysLater Brief 15 | Plain/Plane Text

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Audience is sat in a plane seat. Each are given headphone to plug into the monitor in front of them.

The lights go out.

Complete blackout.

A wind machine starts. It’s strong and loud.

 

It all starts in an airplane.

Terrifying flying birds.

Held aloft by an infallible belief in science.

Your seat keeps you confined.

Suspended in 80,000 kg

Of metal and fuel.

You feel the body vibrate.

Your body.

The body next to you.

But something isn’t right.

There’s wind.

A rush on your face.

The tilt of the floor.

Everything rolls away from you.

Spins into the darkness.

The sensation of falling.

Like that dream.

That dream you have.

Over and over again.

Nightly.

Waking up in terror.

Sweat dripping.

Cold fear.

Creeping realisation that the material between your fingers in your bedding.

That the tang of iron in your mouth

Is a bitten lip.

But it’s still dark here.

You’re still falling.

There’s no waking up from this.

This is not your dream.

The smell of petrol hits the back of your throat.

Burning plastic and rubber fills your lungs.

 

The wind machine gets louder and the wind blows harder.

 

You can’t breathe.

Life is bottled in you by smoke.

Carbon dioxide can’t escape.

Something hits your head.

You grope.

Fumble.

Reach.

A bag of rubber and a plastic cup.

A band of elastic.

A face mask.

You pull it on.

Pull it on.

I said pull it on.

And breathe.

Enjoy the air as you suck it into your lungs.

Feel them fill.

One.

And out.

Two.

And out.

Three.

And out.

You reach your hand out to your right.

Feel the body next to you.

Solid.

Warm.

You realise someone else you to left is doing the same.

Feeling you into existence in the darkness.

No sense of time.

No sense of place.

Or position.

Or possibilities.

This is the end

You think.

All is lost.

But I am not alone.

I am here, now, with other people.

And that’s when you realise.

There is no end.

 

The wind machine gets louder and the wind blows harder.

 

There is no end.

 

The wind machine gets louder and the wind blows harder.

 

There is no end.

 

The wind machine gets louder and the wind blows harder.

 

There is no end.

The wind machine gets louder and the wind blows harder.

 

There is no end.

 

The wind machine gets louder and the wind blows harder.

 

There is no end.

 

The wind machine gets louder and the wind blows harder.

 

There is no end.

 

The wind machine gets louder and the wind blows harder.

 

There is no end.

 

The wind machine gets louder and the wind blows harder.

 

There is no end.

 

The wind machine stops, silent.

 

Then it ends.

 

Silence.

 

Lights come back up to full brightness.

 

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