Cause in that play somebody had died. It was Jules’s lover. Mercredi. She had died in a fight. Except she didn’t even fight. She just got stabbed in the neck at a Burger King drive through. She was sitting there ordering her food and some homeless guy came up to rob her. All Mercredi’s lover had was a debit card. So the guy stabbed her.
They didn’t show that in the play. Mercredi just finds this out from a phone call. It would be hard to show that in a play. I guess you could have a part of a Burger King drive through and play it out somehow. Or she could walk up to the window. But they didn’t show it. It wasn’t her story. It was Jules’s story. Or Mercredi’s.
So she gets this phone call. And the way Jules played it..my god. It kind of got to me. You felt like she must have known someone who got stabbed at a Burger King drive through. Or was killed instantly. Like she must have known someone who went away in an instant, she must have known what it was like..to be shattered in an instant.
I don’t know. I’m not an expert on theatre. I paint and I program computers. But I think Jules was really good. I mean really good. Like: too good to be in Dayton. Like she shouldn’t still be in this town.