CONFESSION ZERO

A play about family, loss and dysfunction... AT CURTAIN: As the audience files in the dim glow of the television (a constant on stage throughout) can be seen but not much else, save for shadows. Music playing over the house speakers, “ I Wish I Was the Moon ” by Neko Case, timed to end as lights rise on Scene One. CHARACTERS: John McCutcheon- Fifty-four. Stephanie McCutcheon- Thirty-two. Debra Jameson- Forty. Matt Jameson- Twenty-two. TIME: From September 2005 to the present, between two next-door living rooms in the U.S., one in the present, the other memory. Each scene spills into the next seamlessly. PLACE: Stage left is the living room (in the present) of JOHN MCCUTCHEON’S home. A fireplace center with a whiskey bottle on the mantle, a television facing away from the audience, a couch sits right, next to a window that hovers beside the fireplace. Stage right is the living room (and bathroom) of DEBRA JAMESON’S home. A freestanding front door sits left. The ba

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