#29PlaysLater Brief 7 | Ecossaise

crop field under rainbow and cloudy skies at dayime
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Daylight.

 

A field crowded with workers. VEHRONE enters, smartly dressed chewing a straw.

 

All the workers stop and nod, some doffing hats respectfully, then go on about their work.

 

VEHRONE walks up to a FEMALE LABOURER, bending down over piles of straw she is bundling. He gropes her breast. She freezes. VEHRONE continues unabashed.

 

Everyone in the field stops and watches.

 

A young BOY rushes to a sac on the ground. From it he pulls a wine cloth and a fiddle. The BOY hands the wine cloth to a young WOMAN and nods towards VEHRONE. The young WOMAN smiles and nods.

 

The BOY tunes his fiddle.

 

The WOMAN walks up to VEHRONE with a care-free manner and taps him on the shoulder. VEHRONE stops fondling the FEMALE LABOURER, and turn to look at the WOMAN. He looks her up and down. VEHRONE leers at the WOMAN.

 

The WOMAN smiles and offers VEHRONE the wine cloth. VEHRONE takes the wine cloth and guzzles greedily, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

 

The WOMAN claps her hand. The BOY begins to play a light-hearted country dance.

 

Quickly all the men and women of the field couple up, bowing then beginning the dance. VEHRONE tries to muscle in, but the couples make it impossible. Then the dancers split to reveal VIOLETTE standing on her own. VIOLETTE is monstrously fat, covered in green and white seeping pustules. Her cap covers a balding head, ruddy complexion and toothless maw. She is also over 6ft, taller by a head than VEHRONE.

 

When VIOLETTE sees VEHRONE is on his own, she wobbles up to him, arms out stretched.

 

VIOLETTE

MUSIC/lovely/|Lover|Dance|Please|Oh MUSIC lovely/|-

 

VEHRONE swigs from the wine bag.

 

VEHRONE

zee|gods,[Hold, wench][Hold, wench][Hold, wench]|Don’t!,[Not, Violette][Not, Violette][Not, Violette]|Don’t!,[Ugly, woman][Ugly, woman][Ugly, woman]|Gods,[Can’t Dance][Can’t Dance][Hold, wench]|

 

VEHRONE swigs from the wine bag, now slightly unsteady on his feet.

 

VIOLETTE

Lover|Dance|Please|Gallant]

 

VEHRONE

Gods,[Hold, wench][Hold, wench][Hold, wench]|Don’t!,[Not, Violette][Not, Violette][Not, Violette]|Don’t!,[Ugly, woman][Ugly, woman][Ugly, woman]|[Good, bye}Don’t!,Gods|]

 

VEHRONE swigs from the wine bag; he is becoming visibly drunk. VIOLETTE manages to grab him and hold him to her massive bosom.

 

VIOLETTE

|:Aaaaaaa/MUSIC/|[Acha-cha-cha-cha][Acha-cha-cha-cha][Acha-cha-cha-cha][Acha-cha-cha-cha]|[Ahhh lovely/]delightful lovely/MUSIC/Always A/MUSIC/|[Acha-cha-cha-cha][Acha-cha-cha-cha][Acha-cha-cha-cha][Acha-cha-cha-cha]|[Always lovely/]delightful lovely/MUSIC/Always A-caper/MUSIC/|

 

VEHRONE pushes her away. VEHRONE swigs from the wine bag. He can now barely stand.

 

VEHRONE

|:zzzzzzzz|Don’t!,Don’t!,Fuck,Fuck,|Ahhhhhhhh,Ahhhhhh, Don’t!,Don’t!|Don’t!,Don’t,Fuck,Fuck,|Aahhhh,Ahahahaha,Don’t,Don’t|

 

VIOLETTE giggle with delight. She grabs VEHRONE and lifts him off his feet, swinging him around with glee.

 

All the labourers have stopped dancing and one-by-one are sneaking off, giggling at VEHRONE.

 

Only the BOY keeps playing.

 

VIOLETTE

[Acha-cha-cha-cha]Always to chat to[GB]|[Ge][G2e2][Gd]|Please|G “^Dance.Companion. all fine”:|

 

VEHRONE tries to fight VIOLETTE off him.

 

VEHRONE

[Farewell,Dame][Farewell,Today Too][Good,day]|Come,Cry to Be,|Don’t!,[Ugly, woman] D,[Ugly, woman]|[Good, bye} Dear,God…

 

VIOLETTE laughs and punches VEHRONE in the face. He falls into VIOLETTE’s arms.

 

VIOLETTE pulls VEHRONE down behind a cart, all that can be seen are legs and protests, between whoops, sounds of ripping and clothes flying.

 

This goes on for a while.

 

Then it stops. VIOLETTE comes out from behind the cart, with a huge grin on her face. She brushes her apron down and then merrily skips away.

 

VEHRONE crawls out from behind the cart, barely dressed and clothes torn. He pants and gasps. He crawls off the stage.

 

The BOY stops playing, packing his fiddle into his sac. He swings the sac over his shoulder, as he strolls out whistling.

 

Blackout.

 

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