Model by: Brigitte BechtelA twisted, half-collapsed, white foam core frame, balances over a white foam core floor, against a black background.

Model by: Brigitte Bechtel

A twisted, half-collapsed, white foam core frame, balances over a white foam core floor, against a black background.


 

THE MUSIC OF MEMORY

by Andrew Maust

CHARACTERS

SAM

A former musician, a little older

TAYLOR

A former musician, a little younger

ACT ONE

Scene 1

(A modern ruin. The stage is filled with old objects, damaged by time and neglect. On stage left is an old piano, covered with debris, perhaps from a caved-in ceiling. Objects are rusty, broken, and splintered. Two characters enter, SAM and TAYLOR, picking their way through piles of wreckage. They are both wearing similar baggy outfits with long sleeves and pants. Their clothing is stained and dirty.)

SAM

I think this is all that’s left.

TAYLOR

I don’t know what I expected.

(TAYLOR gingerly steps over the rubble. Debris crunches under TAYLOR’s shoes.)

SAM

I think I expected this.

TAYLOR

You expected this?

SAM

I expected it to be worse. I didn’t know if there’d be anything left.

TAYLOR

Do you think it still works?

(TAYLOR gestures to the piano.)

SAM

I don’t think so. 

(SAM walks over to the piano. He pauses before brushing off the bench to sit down).

TAYLOR

Be careful, there could be something sharp.

SAM

Help me clear off the keys.

TAYLOR

We should have brought something to clear it off with. A shovel or broom.

SAM

I didn’t think there’d be anything left.

TAYLOR

I think it’s worse this way.

SAM

Worse?

TAYLOR

Worse.

(TAYLOR and SAM clear off debris from the piano together).

SAM

I don’t know what to play.

TAYLOR

You don’t have to play anything. It might not work.

SAM

Then why did we come here?

TAYLOR

Why did we come here?

SAM

Do you remember any of the songs we used to play?

TAYLOR

Not anymore. It’s been too long.

SAM

It’s been too long.

(SAM’s fingers stretch over the keys. The keys make an empty, hollow sound. No notes are heard.)

TAYLOR

I think that was one of them. What was it called?

SAM

I don’t remember.

TAYLOR

(As if choking back tears)

It sounds beautiful.

(The lights slowly fade with SAM still pressing silent keys, and TAYLOR staring at the old piano)

(Blackout)


 

Audio Recording

Sam: Andrew Maust

Taylor: Rebekah Unsworth

Directed by Ryan Douglass


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Andrew Maust

Andrew Maust is a teacher, writer, poet, and playwright. He received his MA in English in 2016 from McNeese State University in Lake Charles, Louisiana. Andrew has taught English in higher education for over half a decade, most recently at Penn State University, where he teaches business writing, technical writing, and composition and rhetoric.

Andrew has recently had pieces accepted for publication by The Raven's Perch, Defenestration Magazine, and Inkblot. His poem “My Grandfather’s Old Photos” was nominated for a Pushcart Prize by MockingHeart Review. In 2020, he was awarded a second-place prize in Winning Writer’s Wergle Flomp Humor Poetry contest. 

 
 
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Brigitte Bechtel

Brigitte enjoys work as a scenic artist and designer. Brigitte and her paintbrushes have collaborated with Cobalt Studios, The Cape Playhouse, Emerson College, Mystic Scenic Studios, Harvard University's Hasty Pudding Theatricals, and Arizona Theatre Company, to name a few. She is currently the charge scenic artist with Tantrum Theater. She teaches scenic painting and design at Ohio University. A portfolio of her work may be viewed at www.brigittebechtel.com.

 

Plays

The Music of Memory

The Music of Memory

Three Plays

Three Plays

Am I (Is He) Wearing Pants?

Am I (Is He) Wearing Pants?

Unlearning

Unlearning

And Charlie Was Just Laughing At Me

And Charlie Was Just Laughing At Me

The Fold

The Fold

Albert and Bianca’s Final Round

Albert and Bianca’s Final Round