All she wants is to be in a show, so she tries, and she fails, and the failure is quite beautiful.

THEATREclub’s Doireann Coady delivers a delicate performance of a performance waiting to happen as she steps up into the do-something-be-someone spotlight of her life. From bath to bed to sofa and back, the piece unfolds with a kaleidoscopic configuration of the kinds of moments one normally lives out offstage: smoking a cigarette to a song on repeat; dancing like you do when no one is watching; filtering thought with mumbled inarticulacy. And, ladies and gentlemen, as its theme song goes, ‘We’ve only just begun.’

Amid Sophie Meehan’s televised coma and Doireann’s one-track existence, there is something to be said for the un-want of a show in favour of a sit-around session to some notably good tunes. Affectingly self-conscious and perfectly imperfect, the monologues pose no threat to the lack of performance pretence.

This is not a show. This is more than a show. This is what a show is when it finally fails to be one, and there is some joy in that.