- 2015 Summer Playwriting Class
- Mustard Seed Reads
Early Bird Membership Special $70.00
(good through May 31st)
Benefits of Membership:
- One ticket to The Amish Project, Dancing and Lughnasa and Bosnian/American
- Discounted tickets to All is Calm: The Christmas Truce of 1914
- Free tickets to Fontbonne University Theatre Department shows
- No credit card processing fees
- Free admission to special events
Mustard Seed Theatre Lab Summer 2015 class:
New Play Development
Playwrights, actors and directors will participate in the development and workshop process of creating new plays. The class will culminate with a public showing of scenes developed by the class. Slots open for 4-8 playwrights, 4-8 directors and 6-10 actors
Teacher/Facilitator: Deanna Jent
June 1 – July 20, 2015
Mondays 6:00 – 10:00 pm
Public showing: Monday July 27, 7:00 pm
Also offered as a 3-credit hour undergraduate or graduate class through Fontbonne University
- Indicate whether you want to participate primarily as an actor, director or playwright.
- Playwrights should also send scenes/play.
Mustard Seed Reads at Left Bank Books
...with Shualee Cook
April 29th at 7:30 PM
Ready Player One
By Ernest Cline
In the year 2044, reality is an ugly place.The only time teenage Wade Watts really feels alive is when he's jacked into the virtual utopia known as the OASIS. Wade's devotedhis life to studying the puzzles hidden within this world's digital confines—puzzles that are based on their creator's obsession with the pop culture of decades past and that promise massive power and fortune to whoever can unlock them. But when Wade stumbles upon the first clue, he finds himself beset by playerswilling to kill to take this ultimate prize. The race is on, and if Wade's going to survive, he'll have to win—and confront the real world he's always been so desperate to escape.
Super Sad True Love Story
by Gary Shteyngart
In the near future, America is crushed by a financial crisis and our patient Chinese creditors may just be ready to foreclose on the whole mess. Then Lenny Abramov, son of an Russian immigrant janitor and ardent fan of “printed, bound media artifacts” (aka books), meets Eunice Park, an impossibly cute Korean American woman with a major in Images and a minor in Assertiveness. Could falling in love redeem a planet falling apart?
Chuckling loudly, Bishop Desmond Tutu announced on an NPR interview: “Ours is a God of Surprises!”
When I started writing what eventually turned into the play FALLING, I wasn’t planning on writing a play. Maybe a non-fiction piece on parenting a teen with severe autism. Maybe a poem exploring my grief/joy as my older son moved away to college.
But the words just wouldn’t cooperate. Kept turning into scenes. Scary truths started spilling out on the pages, turning aspects of my reality into fictional honesty.
And I had to decide – would I surrender to the process? Would I take the chance of exposing myself, my family, my theatre company, to potential ridicule? Could I go to the deep places where fear and faith do battle? Could I really tell the truth?
Challenged by a colleague who said, “Just write and see what happens,” I wrote some more about what I sometimes jokingly refer to as “Extreme Parenting” (A Fabulous New Sport Coming to an Arena Near You!). I didn’t think that this story would be very interesting to anyone not raising a teenage son struggling with autism, but I wrote anyway.
I hired an amazing director and cast of actors. We worked, I rewrote, we argued, I rewrote – and then it opened. And then it sold out. We extended the run, twice, and still it sold out. And then it was optioned for a production Off-Broadway – which is now scheduled to open October 15th at the Minetta Lane Theatre.
And I realized that this isn’t a story about Autism. It’s a story about loving someone who is hard to love.
And we all have that in our lives, our families. (Just realized – God kind of models that sort of love - for us. Hmmmm.)
So I’m off on this adventure to New York – starting in September I’ll be there for rehearsals with the same Director and a great new cast. I feel a little like the pioneer women in the show I’m currently directing, who have to face down the wolves; except my wolves are the fear factory in my head telling me that I’m going to let down all the investors, friends and family who believe in the show. Or, perhaps worse, that I’m going to be successful and turn into something self-centered and false.
And God chuckles, I’m sure. When I flew out to Manhattan to participate in auditions for the show, I sat in the rooftop terrace of my hotel, reviewing plans for the following day. Something pulled my attention from my papers – a movement above me – and I watched in amazement as a single white feather casually fell on my table. I was sitting under a large canopy. There were no birds around, and no other feathers to be seen anywhere.
Those of you who have seen Falling will understand the significance of that symbol. For those of you who haven’t seen it, you’ll have to trust that it was a confirmation of God’s grace.