Last weekend Tingirl’s Drama Group had their End Of Term Showcase.
This year they had four scenes, short plays in fact, each with a maximum of three actors, and each one written by one of the group and directed by another.
Tingirl’s scene featured just her and one guy. She was a rich girl, he was a poor bloke, and the two of them were running away together until she admitted that she’d had an affair. There was a bitter and ultimately final row, he departed, and the scene ended with her desolately whispering his name.
I was astonished, though I shouldn’t be by now, at the depth and passion of her acting, though not as astonished as I was at the end, when I discovered that she had written the whole thing.
She really is terrifically talented, and I really hope she gets somewhere with this, her dream.
She did have one more surprise. The next tale was a comedy of one-upmanship, involving just two of the guys, and she had just one line, where she ran on at the very end, hugged one of them and happily shouted “guys, I’m pregnant!”
No 15 year-old girl should ever do that to her father.