Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

In the first scene Bert Parks is a white-faced mannequin and escorts you through a chamber of horrors like Miss America and McDonald's and Victoria's Secret. It's a typical establishing scene. It let's you know you are in an alternative world where anything is possible.

The music thickens as we ask, "Who is Willie?"

Willie Who entered, stage right, and pranced directly up to the mic, center stage.

"I am Willie Who!, " he proclaimed.

The audience gasped in unison. Several cried out, "Who?"

Willie, decked out in a pink Victoria's Secret corset and matching pink tights did a double pirouhette.

"You all sound like a bunch of owls!", he stated in the mic. "I am Willie Who and I am here to entertain you."

An elderly man seated in the back row with a stetson hat stood up and yelled, "But what do you DO?"

“Who is Willie Who?” screamed the white faced mannequin now red in rage. Why he’s the master liar and thief and once engaged you can never let go
Seduced me in a window on Lexington boulevard
and I fell hard. His eye’s seduce you aadn leaves you off guard. Who is Willie Who you ask>
May I ask who the fuck the fuck are you to ask?

The lights grows dim and a low forlorn melody fills the room as the spotlight plays on Willie Who now at center stage. He raises his head and says, "As little as possible and don't believe a word she says."

Willie stares down the audience and pulls out a gun "Let's play

Russian Roulette. I'll pick who goes first " Willie eyeballs a tan ski

type guy in the front row "You go first "Willie puts the gun to the

guy's head and pulls the trigger. The ski guy begins to

scream .There's no bullet in the chamber and Willie laughs insanely .

"Next!"

The red faced mannequin now white after recovering from her rage quips, “Why not you Will Who. You’re so damn lucky in life and love. Spin that cylinder and pray to the God’s above. I will be but You’ll never know what I pray for. After all, I meant nothing to you just another whore you left in the past. Willie Who I’d love to see you shoot your own ass.
Willie Grinned and as the cylinder began to spin the mannequin frowned in worry. Willie seemed to be in no hurry as his finger began to squeeze the trigger.
You could hear a voice in the back snigger.

No answer from the audience. Willie is waiting.
"Hey," he screams after a while, "did anything I said upset you?"

No answer.
Willie prods the ski guy slightly with a finger. "Hey, you!"
Still no answer. Willie keeps prodding. "Having a little absence, huh?"
No reaction.

"Eh, are you sleeping? Heart attack? A seizure?....Eh? EEEEH???"
He waves his hand in front of the guy's eyes. Nothing.

Willie sits down on the stage, eyes still on the ski guy.
"Sometimes I wonder which side I am on", he mumbles to himself, "a figure in a narration....but who's telling the story?"

He reaches out for a cigarette with a ponderous arm, feeling slow and viscous, as if moving through syrup. Sounds come from far away, outlines blur. The ski guy in front of him seems to lose color, to fade away. Willie rubs his eyes and shakes his head.
"Who's strange mind's product am I", he murmurs, "Who's in control?"

He grabs for the mic, but it has soft as wax.
" HEY, BIG NARRATOR!", he suddenly screams out, looking up to the cracked ceiling, "CAN YOU HEAR ME! DON'T STOP TALKING! THINGS ARE STARTING TO FADE ALREADY! CONTINUE - OR I'LL SNEAK OUT OF THE FUCKING STORY!"

- Nelson Wheelright, I know you! she says pointing at Willie. And a bottle crashed somewhere

That's when SHE walked in. The ski guy had never seen a gunslinger wearing eye make-up. My some obscene logic he deduced that she had not worked for Victoria's Secret in a long time. She smelled of Halston and gunpowder. It was intoxicating, like flowers and danger.

"Where can I find Willie?" she said. A hush fell over the house. After a moment and from the corner of her eyes, someone cleared his throat and the piano player began to plunk out a tentative rag. She laid her six-gun on the bar and looked the tender in the eye and said, "Whiskey, and don't be shy."

Willie Who looks stunned someone knows his real name stops squeezing the trigger lowering the gun as if in surrender. Bert Parks in drag takes off his mennequin face for all to see his pain for Willie, who screams out threats about leaving to the Narrator who is at a loss for words about now.

Willie wasn't gonna say nothing. He nursed his drink and kept his chin close to his chest. Bert Parks was scary enough but this woman looked wicked in a way that he could barely imagine. Her leather pants were split under her chaps enough for him to see the fishnet hose. He didn't know whether to slip out the back or try to seduce her. Why was she looking for him?

He decided to sit tight and see what happened. He ordered another drink, water straight up. He felt in his pants for his gun. It was just a small gun but had always served well in an emergency.

Nursing a drink listening to the torch singer. . And she sat staring at the side of my face. I studdied the bottles behind the bar, cause money can't buy me love. Then I Got up to go when she reached out and took my arm. And we started to dance. It was then that Frankie shot Johnnie and



a chalk outline on the bar room floor, johnny paycheck pulled out his gun, shot the tan ski guy graveyard dead because he had a yen for some mock turtle soup.

Willie begins to fade, the nararrator has lost control. dance willie dance.