What A Performance

Act 1, Scene 1

A dimly lit restaurant.
Intimate. Tables for two.

Above whispered conversations
one voice is heard.

'You bastard!'


Don't this couple
know how
to take a bow
and lower
the safety curtain
rather than allow
the whole drama
to play out,
act by act,
blow by blow,
in front of
a non-paying audience?

When they row
KAPOW!
we hide our heads
and cringe.

On this particular occasion
the show
must not go on.


(Muted applause)