awriteronacting

They asked, “What are you doing tonight?” and he said, “Acting.”

“Acting?”

“In a play…for theater.”

She said, who was not a part of “They”, but in the vicinity of the conversation, “What play?”

“Who acts in plays?” the burger faced double-chin admin assistant chimed in.

“I do. FAUSTUS.” And the title always changes, as does the role, with time and opportunity. (We are using FAUSTUS, because I am the writer and that’s what I do.)

“I have the lead,” he said more towards her, or “She” if we are looking for consistency, either way…she heard him, but wasn’t able to come to the show, the performance, she wasn’t sure which to tell him, “I couldn’t come to your show. I couldn’t make it to your production?” She tried many ways.

In the end she decided not to bring it up in this way to avoid her own confusion, let alone his and asked, after some time had past, due to her shyness not “the situation hasn’t arose” like she tells her mom, “How did FAUSTUS go?”

“Very well. We closed on Sunday,” this now being Wednesday, “I started rehearsals for THE DESIGNATED MOURNER” (which I use, the writer, Josh, as an example of a play I think LiveWire should do, I’ll put a list together for Deborah, she’s the Literary Manager and your fiancé, you’re Glenn and you’re an actor…who just started rehearsals for)…

“THE DESIGNATED MOURNER?” she queries (I like the sound of that, she queries).

“What are you doing tonight?” he steps off a cliff and the ground never even slips his mind.