My Name Is Saoirse, written and performed by Eva O’Connor, is a bittersweet production telling the story of the teenage Saoirse drifting through a world of grieving, distant fathers, exuberant best friends and attic rooms where it’s safe to sew and tell her story.

The threads of this tale connected seamlessly with the simple set – a patchwork quilt draped across a table amongst boxes and lamps, revealing haphazard memories of homemade clothes and childhood afternoons spent lying and playing on the tiled hallway. The attic setting perfectly mirrored Saoirse’s untold secret, concealed in the musty boxes along with the memory of her late mother.

Eva O’Connor’s performance was bold, textured and sensitive.

Her brassy portrayal of best friend Siobhan was comic and warm alongside the shy Saoirse and O’Connor switched between characters with ease and finesse.

The writing was expertly structured, untangling events happening across different times as Saoirse switched between remembering her childhood and relating awkward nights out with boys. While beautifully crafted and delivered, the story held no real moment of surprise for the listeners and followed a predictable path through the experience of teenage pregnancy.

O’Connor could dig a little deeper to find Saoirse’s individual story.

Three stars