Maybe read this after the show; spoilers ahead.
“Can I just say, this is like so weird.”
The Wolves is not a play about Frankie.
The Wolves is absolutely a play about Frankie.
Did Frankie ever even play soccer?
Not that moms can remember. Maybe when they were tiny? Maybe in school? She was very busy with ballet though. Yea, that makes sense. The thought of Frankie playing soccer is actually kind of funny. For a tiny woman, she had such long limbs. So good for hugging. Oh man, how we miss her.
Just in case you were wondering, most of the people working on this production, are still thinking about Frankie Morris-Perez. She died last June and we are still processing what that actually means. To our community. To our selves. To each other. People have told us to let go, move on, try not to focus on it… but we’re here in a space so many of us shared with Frankie doing the things that we all so love to do. And that’s hard. So hard. When every inch of this joint is so full of her laughter. So yea, we might not talk about it as much, but I assure you we’re still thinking about Frankie. A lot. Even while playing soccer, building soccer, applying to college, lighting soccer. All the soccer. Frankie.
The Wolves is not a play about soccer.
The Wolves is absolutely a play about soccer.
Because it’s a play about fight, and spirit, and community, and healing and how we talk to each other with our words and our silences.
How we girl. In girl world. How we girl. In NOT girl world. How we figure it out. How we can be better. Do better. Better.
Is The Wolves a play about grief?
The Director’s Note is generally a space for me to summarize the thesis of a project – not necessarily of the play – that’s the playwright’s job – but to contextualize the production in our school season as to why it is relevant to us at Beacon, right now. But right now just isn’t quite what it used to be. Now is just like, so weird. I should have an answer the day the play opens, an appropriate thesis. But I don’t. I just have more questions.
