The Casa/ The Hun

The lights go dim and soft music plays as you take your seat. A program is placed in your hands and you see a square picture of the girl in the blue dress who told you about the plays.

You learn her name is "Sammie" and she claims that she has grown up on the complex he whole life. You see other vaguely provocative pictures of young girls one or two young boys on the inside pages.

Soon a spotlight shines on stage and Sammie walks across the stage without a thread on her body.

You learn that Sammie has a vine-of-thorns tattoo that circles her whole body, and centered on her undeveloped breasts - little piercings on her nipples.

"I" she announces "Am sad," She sings, putting on brown peasant clothes that she picks up from the floor. The music swells.

"my clothes are bland, the sun is hot my floor is sand.

How hard I try, It matters not for here I stand!" With feigned despair Sammie takes wide, sloping steps, followed by the spotlight, as the melody changes.

"All my life they've called me sad little Chambui and they patted my head because my mother's dead

And they care for their dumb mud huts so sweetly and there's only dust inside their heads."

"But I," Sings Sammie earnestly coming to her knees, "I want to be something grand" She speeds up

"I'll take the world from your hand- you'll get more than you planned!"

At this the curtain parts noisily to reveal a cardboard village scene with mostly little girls playing various peasanty roles, carrying buckets on a yoke, running, hanging laundry, a "mother" spanks an insubordinate "child" who is bent over her knee.

Suddenly there is a rumble, and from stage left a tribe of Steps-people emerge on stick-horse back, bows drawn mock-dangerously.