Sam Lipp
My
Hamster Cage
April 27
- May 25
Opening
April 27, 6-8pm
Sephora,
Shubby and L'Oreal are still sleeping. There are a few things I need to make
clear before we begin the tour. So first things–they live in a 110 quart bin
that I purchased from Target. So there wasn't really a reason behind this I
just wanted to switch things up and see how she liked it. She is just amazingly
sweet…
Shubby
enters from stage right. She is carrying something in her arms but it is
concealed from view of the other players. With an abrupt movement she runs
downstage, straight past the tissue paper flowers and the papier-mâché rocks.
L'Oreal watches from the wing as she tears through the stage cues on her
clipboard: "No No No This is all wrong! What's she doing?!" she
blurts into the headset, "She's going off script!"
Three
missed calls, two messages; one from Mom: "Sweetie come home, we Miss
u." In a fit of rage, Shubby bites the screen of her phone, breaking the
glass. Familylifeis fucking Torture!
Shubby stumbles past center stage onto the apron, writhing and undulating with brio. She collapses onto the floor–if only she could control her body, stop this terrible heaving! Through the bright lights she can dimly make out the members of the audience. Custard lays watching from her strawberry bed. She leans in and whispers to her companion, "I just love her, her humor is so destructive!" Across the rotunda, Ovaltine sits in the puzzle playground filling her face with food. She is always eating. Ovaltine's diminutive presence assaults Shubby at every glance, and she finds herself breathless and flustered with contempt. Shubby sends another text to the director––I DONT KNO MY LINES––
Sam Lipp, Bodega, New York