I auditioned for And Then There Were None and few weeks ago at Kudzu Playhouse and well in acting No News is Bad News. And it was true for this play until…
Sunday night, the director, Clint Pridgen called and said there was an opening for a part in the play. I was offered the part of ANTHONY MARSTON. I accepted. The first read through was Monday night.
It is a smallish role. MARSTON dies at the end of Act I. According to Spark Notes: “MARSTON is a rich, athletic, handsome youth. Tony Marston likes to drive recklessly and seems to lack a conscience. He killed two small children in a car accident caused by his speeding, but shows no remorse.”
Well, not all of that applies to my personal features. I am not athletic in build, but I am getting there. I have lost 30 lbs with at least another 20 lbs to go. And, well, of course handsome youth is objective, but hey, it is the director’s call.
All the Characters in Agatha Christie’s play are supposed to die according to the poem below. MARSTON chokes on poisoned whiskey and dies.
Ten little Indian boys went out to dine;
One chocked his self and then there were nine.
Nine Indian boys sat up very late;
One overslept himself then there were eight.
Eight Indian boys traveling in Devon;
One said he’d stay there then there were seven.
Seven Indian boys chopping up sticks;
One chopped himself in halves then there were six.
Six Indian boys playing with a hive;
A bumble-bee stung one then there were five.
Five Indian boys going in for law;
One got in Chancery then there were four.
Four Indian boys going out to sea;
A red herring swallowed one then there were three.
Three Indian boys walking in the zoo;
A big bear hugged one then there were two.
Two Indian boys sitting in the sun;
One got all frizzled up then there was one.
One Indian boy left all alone;
He went and hanged himself and then there were none.