Motherhood and Misplaced Pubic Hair

Three people in the audience. Stuart Black bounds up onto the stage.

This need not be awkward, says Stuart Black. I shall act like every seat is filled.

His show is called No Moral Compass. His themes range though porn to witchcraft, prostitution, depression, music, suicide, motherhood and misplaced pubic hair.

It is quite funny. David laughs. Vello laughs. The third man too is laughing.

It's going rather well, in the circumstances.

At six fifteen the setting sun hits the gap between the backdrop window blind and the low backstage wall.

David is suddenly blinded, in his seat. What to do? He doesn't like to move, and upset Stuart, who may well be oversensitive to movement.

He takes Sol Chico Cemento from his pocket, and holds him up to block the light discreetly.

What's that? hisses Vello.

What's that? says Stuart Black.

Don't mind me, says Sol Chico Cemento. Carry on.

David is embarrassed. He puts Sol Chico Cemento down. He leans forward to escape the glaring sun.

Stuart Black finishes his act with a recorded song. Rod Stewart. Sailing.

The Moral Compass has been found. Be kind to others. Sail away.

Stuart Black bounces off the stage and shakes hands with all three members of the audience.

Very good, says Vello, to Stuart Black. I enjoyed it.

Thanks, says Stuart Black.

Yes, very good, says David, forgetting to pick up Sol Chico Cemento.

.........

Stuart Black walks though the empty Bunka, to retrieve his glass of water from the stage.

Fuck! says Stuart Black. That was unprofitable.

His eye is caught by Sol Chico Cemento, resting on a chair. He picks up the little Mayan sun.

Make a wish, says Sol Chico Cemento. You deserve one.

Stuart wishes that his mum was there.