Daisy Moon Was Born This Way by Sheehan Emily;Murray-Smith Joanna;

Author:Sheehan, Emily;Murray-Smith, Joanna;
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Currency Press

END OF ACT ONE

ACT TWO

SCENE EIGHT

The pool tuckshop.

DAISY and PARKER are hard at work. Both girls wear their work uniforms, though DAISY has slightly pimped hers with gemstones spelling out ‘D-Moon’ across the back of her polo shirt. Their familiarity with the space should indicate that time has passed.

JIMMY enters.

JIMMY: You seen Noah?

PARKER: Still training.

JIMMY: Still?

PARKER: Till four I think.

JIMMY: It’s ten past.

PARKER: Then I guess he’s done.

JIMMY: Sweet, I’ll go meet him.

DAISY: Pool entry’s three bucks. You wanna find Noah, you gotta pay.

JIMMY: I’m just stickin’ my head round the corner.

DAISY: Ah-ah-ah, you cross this yellow line, you gotta pay entry.

JIMMY: You for real?

DAISY: You’re getting awfully close to the line, buster.

JIMMY: Oi, Noah!

Oi! Noah!

PARKER: Stop / yelling!

JIMMY: Noahhhhhhh!

Whatever.

I gotta piss anyways.

DAISY: You wanna piss? It’s still three bucks.

JIMMY: Since when is this place run like a Westfield?

PARKER: Three bucks, Jimmy, you got it or not?

JIMMY: Guess I’ll have ta go right here.

JIMMY starts to drop his pants.

PARKER: / No! Just go in!

DAISY: What the flip, stop! Fine, go through!

PARKER: Toilets are through and on the left.

JIMMY: I know where they are. I’ve been coming here my whole life, tourist.

Tell Noah when you see him I’m waiting for him out front.

[Tipping his cap to them as he exits] Ladies.

DAISY and PARKER perform a sequence of tasks in perfect synchronisation. Unpacking a delivery box, throwing items to one another, building the perfect snack pyramid. DAISY notices a pool patron.

DAISY: [pointing] Southern Cross tattoo at three o’clock!

PARKER: Where?

DAISY: By the wheelie bins.

PARKER: Can’t see it.

DAISY: On his shoulder. Wait, he’s turned around.

Wait for it …

Wait for it …

There!

PARKER: Oh, it’s on.

A familiar game of customer bingo between them begins. The girls grab their DIY scorecards. They scan the horizon.

DAISY: Dirty Band-Aid floating in the pool!

PARKER: Don’t see it.

DAISY: Baby pool.

PARKER: Dammit.

DAISY: That’s Daisy: two. Parker: zero.

PARKER: Australian flag board shorts.

DAISY: Crocs and socks.

PARKER: C’mon, c’mon, G-string tan line.

DAISY: Oooooo, rat’s tail on a four-year-old.

PARKER: Hairy belly wearing Speedos.

DAISY: Where?

PARKER: Exiting the showers. That’s one, two, in a row—

DAISY: No! Wait! G-string tan line!

PARKER: Where?

DAISY: On the deckchairs. That’s one, two, three in a row—

PARKER: Noooo—

DAISY: Bingo! Ha-ha, yes. Looks like you’re mopping the showers.

Pause.

PARKER: You cool if we swap shifts, and you close up today?

DAISY: You would trust me with such sacred duties as degreasing the deep fryer and hosing down the shower scum?

PARKER: I see you’ve read the employee manual.

DAISY: You’ve taught me well.

PARKER: So you’re cool?

DAISY: Yep. Ya helping ya gran or something?

PARKER: Gonna go exploring round the river.

DAISY: Oh, it’s heaps nice there. I use t’go there all the time as a kid. Me ’n’ Noah’d play in the rock pools.

PARKER: Yeah. Noah suggested it.

DAISY: Noah?

PARKER: At the bus stop this morning.

NOAH enters.

DAISY: Jimmy’s lookin’ for ya.

NOAH: I’m so freaking over these water-boy chores.

DAISY: Suck it up and do ’em anyway. It’s worth it to train for free.

NOAH: It’s humiliating.

DAISY: Get over yourself, no-one’s judging you.

NOAH: They are.

PARKER: I’m not.

NOAH: I should be the priority. Not unlocking change rooms and collecting wet towels.

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