Fact into Fiction

By Erica Bennett


Ruby: You make me feel like I’m nothing but the pimply-faced girl sitting in the corner at my own debutante ball.

Last week I experienced the most profound of four evenings. Four. In a row. I went from dress #2, to final dress, to opening night, to 2nd show of Bender, my new play with music. Each experience became progressively more and more fulfilling. I realize how rare these moments are, and I am extremely grateful for them…

However, as if I had some perverse need to break the winning streak, on the fifth night, I visited my high school reunion for three hours…

For four days I heard beautiful fiction. And, then, I remembered one font from whence the fiction sprang…

I’ve been told to write what I know. I don’t think I’m unique in that… Try explaining it to the folks…

Everything I write is dreadfully personal, and is at the same time, absolute fiction. For, while I didn’t have a debutante ball. Or a Bat Mitzvah. Or a Quinceañera. I did experience teenage acne, and Big dreams of getting out…

Sheriff Frank: Here’s to getting out.

Here’s to Bender for making me to forget what it feels like to be alone in a ballroom full of people.

2 more performances, August 30th and 31st. Check Women at Work Onstage for more details.

1 Comment

  • By Robin Byrd, August 26, 2014 @ 10:42 am

    Congrats, Erica! I am not sure I will ever go to a high school reunion.

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