An Open Letter and Update from Farrival Marchant

As you all know, ever since making Quillpond my home, I’ve strived to bring the magic of theatre into our little lives. I am and shall ever be immensely grateful for your warm reception of my own humble efforts. You have indeed brought enthusiasm to our little community productions.

I hope you will not find me ungracious for admitting that I would be somewhat more grateful if you also brought dramatic timing, or comedic timing, or your copies of the script to rehearsal. After all, I did have them printed at my own expense. And young Krosnan did NOT extend me the customary Actor’s Guild discount! Cheeky blighter.

To say that our productions to date have been disastrous would be an understatement. After these ruinous debacles, I no longer fear to speak aloud the name “Macbeth.” (This may mean nothing to you. But in my former circles that word was considered to be a foul curse, in all senses of the word.)

But we persevere! Not because the storied stages of larger cities are forever barred to us, but because the show must go on! And as we are both fledgling to our new roles – I as director, and you as very, very… very… VERY novice actors – I dare say that we have no where to go but up!

Anyway, once I’ve finished paying for the damages to Ms. Stramn’s establishment, she has tentatively agreed to let us use it again to stage a much less ambitious production. No, I am not taking suggestions.

To gauge further interest, please remind me of the roles you’ve played in our previous productions.