Britpop Circus

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ACT THREE
Scene six

(A car stops in front of an enormous, white house, at the end of a thee-mile entranceway. The Blur boys hop out, take their luggage and walk up the stairs to the front door.)

Dave: Well, here we are.
Alex: Jesus. It’s BIG.
Damon, delighted: It’s exactly what I thought it would be! Look, they even have rabbits back there! And check out these walls! It’s rural over the top!
Graham, smiling at Damon: It’s almost like a holiday, isn’t it?
Alex, knocking on the door: Here we go.

(The door opens and the two Gallagher brothers are standing in the doorway.)

Liam: Good morning, guys. Did you have a good trip?
Damon: It’s a beautiful environment.
Liam, smiling: You like it here, don’t you?
Damon, nodding: I sure do!
Alex: But weren’t you supposed to be the working class band? This is a bit too classy to fit with that, don’t you think?
Liam: This is our secret home for the weekends.
Damon: A country house!
Liam: Exactly.
Graham, gesturing at Noel: What’s with him?

(Noel is standing quietly in a dark corner of the hallway.)

Liam: Oh, right. He offers you his apologies for what happened this week in London.
Graham: He can’t say that himself?!
Liam: Of course he can. Noel’s a bit shy.
Graham, laughing bitterly: Yeah, right! Figures! Hey Noel! You wanna come closer and have a look at my lip? You must be very proud of yourself, aren’t you?
Alex: Graham, please. We’ve only just arrived…
Noel, walking forward: I’m sorry, Graham. I shouldn’t have hit you.
Graham: Hey, that’s a lot better.
Liam, distracting attention: I bet you’re hungry, since you’ve been on the road for a while. Dinner’s served for you.
Damon: Do you have eggs from your own chickens? And apples from your own trees?
Liam: We have it all.
Damon, silently: …Yay!

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