You know you are in trouble when halfway through a production, the woman sitting next to you nods off and when she awakes with a jump nearly falls off her chair. By far the funniest thing in this miserable hour of theatre, for this production tries to playfully cross hilarity with tragedy but horribly fails.
The plot is about two schoolgirls who dream of becoming pop stars until one starts to die of Leukaemia. From the moment it begins, with her father leaving, to the teenage fights to the illness, it plunders every soap opera cliché known, and it’s further hindered by a woefully amateur script and performances.
Though there is some fun to be had with, the scenes with the girls gossiping and practicing a magazines sex position of the month do entertain. But any enjoyment is soon drained as it constantly flips back to the endless, dull, never ending arguments with both her mothers and then later, just to spice things up, her father.
Its intentions are pure, trying to deliver a heartfelt story about the importance of friendship but instead it comes across as a dreary, tedious and ultimately unlikeable tale that despite its subject matter has nothing new to bring to the table.
2/5 
Martin Miller
