St. Croix really knows how to raise the stakes in such a short amount of time.

Christian St. Croix's short story about two estranged siblings teems with resentment, betrayal, secrets, frustrated ambitions, fully-realized dreams -- and so much love, wounded and otherwise. There's also plenty of humor, grounded in terrific, specifically-rounded characters who behave like, well, people. St. Croix's mastery of the unspoken moment is a particular joy: in addition to a very physical climactic confrontation and one hilariously well-timed prop retrieval, there are many telling non-verbal gestures in play here, one in particular of such grace and sensitivity that it took my breath away. Highly recommended.

Sometimes a play can set you right back in a particular time and place just through a conversation of lost dreams that the world was not ready to make a reality. The MTV culture of the early 21st century is brought to vivid life by St. Croix in which he shows us the sad reality of an extremely homophobic music scene. I loved the line about wokeness and how the world wasn’t “out of bed” yet. Great dialogue and surprise reveal at the end that says so much about the toxicity of keeping secrets.