Cecelia Frey

A blue moon is rising and the play is about to begin. On Blind Bay at Shuswap Lake, playwright Robb Goodfellow cannot stop spying on his new neighbours, Michael and Sylvia Wilde. His play depends on it, on Sylvia in particular, his latest muse. His play does not depend on Michael, Sylvia's handsome, strike-a-pose actor husband. Or so he thinks.

Meanwhile, Sylvia is planning a play of her own - a weekend party with long-time friends from Vancouver. Enter a cast of pairs who think they know each other well, save for the young exotic dancer invited as a potential sexual interlude by their dentist friend. Each person, it seems, arrives with his or her own agenda for a hot weerkend at the lake with old friends and lovers. Before the blue moon,that is, that time when fairy queens become enamoured of asses and  plays unravel before a playwright's binoculars. When, under the influence of the blue moon, players are not who they seem to be or who they thought they were.