I liked this short, snappy monologue with the different musical genres, it pulls you straight in, along with the snapping of fingers works brilliantly to delineate scene changes, this short text brings you straight back to the self conciousness of youth and the desperation to be the chosen one.

An almost forensic account of the folly of late feminine youth (subsoecies: party girl). The music choices evocatively heighten the theatricality. Feeny-Williams imbues her narrator with a nostalgia that's unflinching, unapologetic, and without regret. If anything, there's a battle-worn optimism rising from the embers of tiny dresses, noise, and an estwhile hope that's vastly different than the hope that comes later on.

We all remember our 20's, which Rachel sums up brilliantly in this short monologue where she recounts heady nightclub sessions. I admire how Lydia commands the ambiance, she's able to change the mood by simply clicking her fingers. I didn't go clubbing much in my 20's, least of all in short skirts and heels, but boy if Madness - House of Fun comes on I'm up on the dance floor in a flash to display my best Dad-Dance moves!