“Well, we all line up with you and me in the centre and take a bow.”
“No…no David, that isn’t what I mean. You see, if we can visualize what happens in the life of Lady Primrose and Garth after the play ends, it will help us to deepen our performance.”
“How?”
“Well,” mother said thoughtfully, “at the end of the play Garth has undone the clip of Primrose’s bra, so what happens next?”
“I’ve already said, we line up and…”
“Are you being deliberately dense, David?”
“No,” I said somewhat offended.”
“Then think…concentrate. Isn’t it obvious that the bras join the dress on the floor, and her lovely breasts are exposed to Garth’s gaze.”
“That isn’t in the script mum, and I don’t think we could do that, not with the vicar coming to see…”
“I know it’s not in the script you idiot and we don’t have to actually do it; we’re just trying to visualize what might have happened to them. What would you do if some attractive woman was standing in front of you exposing her breasts and telling you she wants you to make love with her?”
“I…er…I suppose I’d touch her breasts if as you say they’re lovely.”
“Well done David,” mum said with a touch of derision. “And what would happen next?”
“I suppose they’d…er…they’d kiss, wouldn’t they.”
“Wonderful, my boy has got some red blood in him after all. And then what happens?”
“Er….er…I’m not sure.”
“She’s still got her panties on so surely he’d want to take them off, wouldn’t he.”
“Well, he might, but he might still be unsure.”
“If he’s unsure at this stage he’d have to be…oh never mind, let’s say she takes them off and says, ‘Why don’t you take your shorts off so I can see your’ – now I wonder how she would put it?”
“See your cock?”
“David, don’t be so crude! She’s a lady and…”
“No she’s not; the script says that she used to be a chorus girl.”
“Well…well…I still don’t think she’d say that; she’d probably say ‘See you burgeoning manhood.'”
“Oh, come off it mum, she wouldn’t say something as corny as that.”
“Mmm, you’re probably right. Let’s just say she indicates she wants to see his penis.”
“And he takes his shorts off, or she does it for him.”
“Yes, and then they gaze at each other; they are overcome with overwhelming lust for each other; Garth sweeps her into his arms and carries her to the divan, she opens her legs and…”
“Shouldn’t there be a bit more lead up to that?” I asked.
“Yes…yes…I suppose there should be, but the point is David, are they in the grip of raw lust, or is their love genuine. Do they go on together into the future? Does Primrose have the children she wants with Garth? In other words, do the find true love with each other?”
“Does it matter since none of this is in the script?”
“Of course it matters David,” mum said in an exasperated tone of voice; “Why else have we been…look, what we visualize as happening after the play ends determines how we portray our characters. Is she just a randy slut and he a horny philanderer; or are they two people needing love and finding it in each other? Can you see how this helps us deepen our performance?”