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“All the world’s a stage,” so the man said.
Blithely he asked, “Have you mastered it yet?”
“No,” I answered, “It’s experimental theater.”
“Ah!” said the man, “It’s all in the interpretation …”
“Arrogance will enter stage right to show you how it’s done.”
“What of stage left?” I queried.
“We boo the has-beens off stage left,” he replied.
“But every seat is taken, even the balcony is filled.” I retorted.
“Yes,” the man said as he smiled. “They laugh at the comedy of errors.”
“It doesn’t matter,” I said, “It’s only an audition.”
“No,“ said the man, “It’s a screen test that no one has passed yet.”
“Why?” I asked.
“Because the new genre plagiarizes the acts of old,” said the man.
“No one has made it through the seventh act,” he continued, “because no one submits a new screenplay.”
“We just need to wait for some new talent,” he sighs.
The stage lights go dark.
The man hangs a sign on the theater door …
<CLOSED FOR REFURBISHMENT>
i want a new script andi want a new script and better lighting…..
Explosion!I do hope the theater door is not locked shut!
“stage lights go dark” “Closed for…..”While the lights may get dimmer, and the stage seems dark, the light never goes out and the theater cannot close, at least not as long as there is an 'actor' needing to audition.
…Hmmmm … perhaps we just need a "new play." …“Because the new genre plagiarizes the acts of old,” said the man.“No one has made it through the seventh act,” he continued, “because no one submits a new screenplay.”This little ditty I wrote isn't as cryptic as it sounds.