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Three snapshots of the lives of ordinary women in a busy metropolis. "Maybe Bach" - Andrea is reading a romantic novel, waiting in a cafe for a blind date to arrive;
"At the Centre" - Lee waits to see her husband, a man made cruel through mental illness and now detained in an unnamed institution;
"Boo Boo Be Do" - Courtney is a Marilyn Monroe look-alike, "Andy Warhol airbrushed supernova lashes lips bosom arse and hips". We follow her steam-rolling stream of consciousness from bedroom to backstage, as she smooches and schmoozes her way down the catwalk, waiting for her big break.
'Waiting' is by turns funny and sad, brashly comic and quietly desperate, as the clock moves relentlessly forward through the lives of these very different women.
"Writer Dina Ross captivates with her words, using uneven poetic flow and heady emotional imagery peppered with just enough dark humour to create lives that hover on a strangely beautiful edge." Stephen House, Adelaide Weekly Times Messenger, November 27, 2002
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Female | 30s | 5 to 10 minutes
Starts on page 1
EXTRACT: I haven't had sex in ten months. That's why I'm drinking this cup of coffee, toying with a pastry I didn't really want in the first place. No. I'm not here for sex, per se... Companionship. Love? A bonus. Here's the mark of my desperation. I replied to a classified ad. Five years ago, two years ago even, I would never have dreamed of scanning the papers, sinking to these depths, but that's life, c'est la vie, hasta la vista baby, and any minute now my blind date is going to walk through that door....Adult themes
Female | Unspecified | over 10 minutes
Starts on page 9
EXTRACT: You've forgotten how many excuses you've made to your boss. A dental appointment. An unexpected visit to the doctor's. One of the kids was sick and you had to rush him to your sister's. You've even dragged your Mum into this - something you vowed never to do - you had to take her to hospital with food poisoning. You hate all the grubby little excuses you make, all the white lies, because you don't want them to know what you're really doing here.Adult themes, Adult language