Rowdy Dead Productions

By David C. Daoust

‘Fuck Yeah, I’m gunna Sing!’ was the name of Blue Sands Theatre House’s premier play on Twin Crown. It was a tale of a young ‘Desert Girl’ who lived the life of a nomad on an unnamed reclusive moon, a young woman who had always dreamed of becoming an actress and performing before a huge audience. Though had found her life was not interested in guiding her to a heavily populated metro that would actually allow such an experience, though left her buried in the dust of the aforementioned desert moon.

That was before the Metro came to her. Or so it seemed to the young woman. A cityscape suddenly sprang up on the reclusive desert moon, and the desert girl finally had her chance; her shot -a way to achieve that elusive dream. She only need overcome not only her family, who held her firmly in check, but also the very culture she’d been raised in. The idea of a Desert girl, mixing with the Metro newcomers, was not a welcome idea to those others she’d shared her life with up to that point. With the help of a smarmy ‘talent agent/ love interest’ the Desert girl managed to make her dream a reality, All with a series of musical numbers that rocked the house, all night, four nights a week!

It was a play based very much on Farrah Blue’s Life. Of course, the Desert Girl in the play was much, much younger, and she was not yet married, nor did the character have four beautiful daughters, nor even the hard knocks life of one that managed to survive the City-stations, but many parallels could be found. Especially the will it took to overcome what other First Waver’s may think of her, if she dare mix with the newcomers. All of which proved to be in her head, as it also proved to be true for the desert girl in the play.

Farrah actually wrote the leading role for her eldest daughter, Sadie. Farrah knew she’d be perfect for the part. And she was! It all went off like a dream. The attention Sadie garnered from the Consortium Citizens, which made up Grady, convinced Farrah and her husband Kurtwood, that their daughter had a shot at New Runnymede.

New Runnymede was the propaganda machine of the Trade Consortium. All the biggest stars worked on Runnymede. They fed the population all the dreams and ideals that the population wanted to see in the world, without them having to actually do anything to achieve them; Kept the Consortium population quelled and ready to work in the morning. Anyone with half an inkling that they were talented, or felt they deserved more than the average Joe, gravitated to New Runnymede. The huge pool of talent to pull from, made that Stardom ever harder to garner -thus ever more rewarding to achieve.

There was money to be made on New Runnymede, and everyone knew it.

Stardom though, that was what drove Farrah as a young actress. Honestly, nothing truly ever happened for her. She’d given up her chance at the ‘big time’ when she started her family. She knew her daughters needed a mother, so she set all her dreams aside to raise them.

That didn’t stop her from building her theatre houses. First, the back alley play house on the City-station. It had been moderately successful, before the gangsters started bleeding in from the Narrows. She’d collected her savings and moved her family as far from there as she could.

Indeed, she brought her entire troupe with her. The early years on Twin Crown, were not truly to their liking. She tried to put on shows here and there, but the First Wave, for the most part, were spread throughout the desert. Very rarely did they all congregate. Her ideas for new shows continued to fall flat, though she never made any protest. No one ever knew she was pining for a bigger stage, nor would they. But once Grady showed up, with all their shops and small businesses, creating the illusion of a healthy society… well, what society doesn’t want for entertainment?

Her troupe started out more like wandering gypsies, stopping in to perform from time to time; most of their shows were given from the gaping maw of the Sand Crawler. They garnered enough interest for Farrah to give it a real go though, and before Farrah knew it, the small theatre house was built, and she was playing shows four nights a week.

All of which, of course, brings us back to “Fuck yeah! I’m gunna Sing!” Its opening week was all anyone was talking about. And the title of the show caught on amongst the community –fans of the show, which was pretty much everybody, would take the thing they were going to do, or about to do, or planned to do, though preferably what someone told them not to do, and say “Fuck Yeah! I’m gunna (insert action)!”

Yeah, it got old fast, but Farrah considered it a testament to her daughter’s ability. Sadie was good. Like, really good.

All her hopes and dreams were suddenly transferred to her eldest daughter. She and her husband thought, if the citizens of Grady loved Sadie this much, well, she may just take the rest of the Consortium by storm. Kurtwood got transport to New Runnymede months ago. It was the furthest he’d ever been from the family, and he’d never been gone for so long. They chatted often, but gone was gone, it wasn’t really the same.

Now… Grady was a flattened pancake. And her daughter, who held all her hopes and dreams, was sleeping off a beating in a med bay.
Absent husband, injured daughter, add in her younger daughters… throwing rocks?

“Throwing rocks?” Farrah found she was now repeating the question to her youngest, Dicey, the same way she had previously repeated it to Grace moments before, “What could you have possibly been thinking?”

“They hurt Sadie,” the small girl said from within the strange metal bucket that Harper and Ratchet were working on when she came across them earlier. “Fuck yeah, I’m gunna throw rocks!”

“They did no such thing!” Farrah scolded, ignoring the attempted humor, a weak attempt to gain her favor, she was sure, “Now you come out here, and you apologize.”

“I won’t!” the muffled reply came from within the Junk-bot contraption that was hovering a few feet off the ground.

“You will,” Farrah said adamantly, “And then you’ll go apologize to your sister for letting her take the fall.”

“I don’t want to see those people,” Dicey muttered, sheepishly.

“Well, you better get used to seeing them,” Farrah suddenly had an idea, “YOU are going to invite them to stay with us, ‘til all the trouble blows over, and they find a new home. Lord knows we got the room!”

“I won’t!” Dicey shouted, then yelled, “Cheese it, Margo! Let’s get out of here!”