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Now In Our 9th Year!

Stage Werx Theatre
446 Valencia nr 16th
San Francisco

September 24, 2017 @ 7 p.m.

Toni Weingarten photo

Toni Weingarten

Babe in the HollyWood

When Toni moves to Los Angeles one of the first things she needs to do is get a job. Somehow she winds up at a Beverly Hills Salon catering to rockers and emerges with a “do” that looks like she’s fronting a Heavy Metal band. Who’s going to hire her looking like this?

Phil Surkis photo

Phil Surkis

Happy People Do Not Play the Bass

Phil fidgeted with his handwritten notecard for the whole 7-mile bus ride, resisting the urge to let the humid New England airstream carry it out the window. Now face to face with the record shop bulletin board, he was forced to make a decision. Once a fantasy, starting a band could now actually become a real thing. A really scary, real life thing. Not feeling very musician-like, he did just spend an hour on a bus. Ambivalence was no longer an option.

Ron Jones photo

Ron Jones

Naked Zombies

Ron is standing naked in front of Helen Ludwig McGill’s drawing group. Problem is, there is no drawing group. Just Helen and her cat named Ralph. At age 65, what the hell is Ron doing? It must have been the red Speedos!

Jill Vice photo

Jill Vice

A Fatal Step

Tonight, she’s got it all figured out. A silk nighty, a couple of candles, and that perfume that drives him absolutely wild. Our femme fatale is poised on her velvet chaise lounge primed for seduction, but Frank he just walks on by. Something is terribly wrong. Has his career in podiatry lost its footing? Sometimes a dame has to take matters into her own hands, but good intentions can lead to…MURDER.

October 15, 2017 @ 7 p.m.

Ady Lady photo

Ady Lady

Avon Walking

By the time Ady is trudging through Sausalito, she’s out of steam with a long way still to go. She’s hot and sweaty and wants to scream at all these people cheering and waving and offering support, “DON’T LOOK AT ME!”

Sam Selliman photo

Sam Selliman

Turangawaewae — Where I Stand

As soon as Sam saw the hostile words scrawled across her driveway, she stormed off to the neighbor’s house. She had to confront them. So many scenarios played in her head. What if they came back at her strong enough to shut her down? Would she find the strength to defend herself? She’s ten seconds away from finding out.

Beth McLaughlin photo

Beth McLaughlin


In third grade, we were all encouraged to get ID bracelets with our name, address and phone numbers on them — for when our small bodies were found after a Hiroshima-like blast, I guess, though we also had the Zodiac Killer — and mine had some guy with a nimbus-like halo on the front, while Jenny Hill’s only had rainbows and flowers, and mine said, “St. Christopher, protect us in our travels; In case of an accident, notify a priest.” So, I guess, yes, technically, in a nuclear war, I am Catholic.

Gino Rose photo

Gino Rose

A Heart Too Strong to Die

Gino is on his back, the catheter still in his artery, his heart full of hope. That’s a metaphor. His actual heart, he finds out, isn’t getting enough blood (your left coronary artery is a thread. You need Open Heart surgery.) And Open Heart is no metaphor. In fact, it’s a CABG (pronounced cabbage), a Coronary Artery By-Pass Graft, one of the most complex and invasive surgeries possible. Gino faces a question of personal value: does his heart deserve to be saved?