Bakkhai on the Storm
SCENE 1
(Darkness. A faint, crackling hum, like an old radio tuning in. The sound of wind, distant and whispering.)
DIONYSUS (whispering, distant at first, then growing
closer):
Is everybody in?
Is everybody in?
(A
pause. The organ hum deepens, a faint heartbeat joins it.)
The
ceremony is about to begin...
(The hiss of static, voices murmuring, overlapping, neon lights buzzing to life)
DIONYSUS (soft, eerie):
The face in the mirror won’t
stop.
The girl behind won’t disappear.
The phone is
dead, the voice in the next room fades...
(Distant, distorted voices whisper incomprehensible phrases. The sound of a match striking. A sudden whoosh, fire igniting.)
Strange gods are coming... Savage heads, wild-eyed...
(A deep rumble, the crackle of fire, a distant, crowd cheering, chanting, laughing wildly.)
