Oleg, Ian and I (I'm Tara, by the way) are sitting in The Landsdowne Hotel one day talking about putting on a play. Oleg and I have been tossing with the idea of producing our favourite piece of theatrical brilliance, David Mamet's Sexual Perversity in Chicago, and we've taken the idea to our favourite director, friend and NRL Fantasy league fantasmo Ian Zammit. We've already had a read of the play with actors who we think would potentially be cast. I'm just waiting for Mamet's literary agent to get back to me re: rights. (To this day, he still hasn't.)
Ian shuffles in his seat. Cocks his head to the left. Squints a little through his specs and says,
"Now I've got an idea. It's a little left field but, just hear me out."
I inhale deeply and hold my breath. I do not like change. I am a Capricorn. I turn to Oleg. He's doing his usual languid recline, sipping on his (diet) coke.
Ian continues, "Sex (our abbreviation of Sexual Perversity in Chicago) is a fantastic play. But let's face it, it's very American. It's very 70's. We are not in America and this is not the 70's."
I make a mental note. "It's not the 70's. Go home and throw out your yellow bell bottoms."
"We should write our own play. Set in Sydney. Set now."
Ian's declaration scares me at first. Oleg and I have been talking about producing Sex for a very long time now. Oleg and I are trained actors. We are not writers. And I have a lot of respect for writers. Being in a short film does not make you an actor. Putting pen to paper does not make you a writer. But hey, Ian's a smart guy. He makes a point.
"Umm..." I begin, "Why not?"
Oleg shrugs in agreeance. Thanks Oleg.
And thus, the seed of In Stereo was planted. Inspired by the brilliance of David Mamet and his sexually political comedy Sexual Perversity in Chicago, but more relevant to our audience. A play by us, for us. Hmm...why didn't we think of that before?
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