The curtains opened, and the greatest actor who ever lived walked on the stage. He was tall, pale yet handsome, with a penetrating voice filled with humour.
The audience devoured every word, every joke, every insinuation.
The actor discussed his divorce, and how his life had changed drastically since the custody loss of his dog… and the audience laughed. The actor went on to describe his misery and loneliness… while the audience laughed on. He spoke at length about the viciousness of his parents and the hardships of his childhood…. and the audience couldn’t help but laugh.
I looked at the stranger sitting next to me. Wondering how he had managed to trick me into believing he was real. Wondering what kind of illusion techniques he owns that lead me to believe he was honest. Wondering why on earth would i be so gullible….
The curtains closed, and the audience applauded with fury. People were feeling good about themselves, having just spent 2 hours laughing unashamedly at someone else’s misfortunes. No one felt as good as the stranger sitting beside me. He turned to me with an exaggerated smile, and held out his arm. I walked quietly with him to the parking lot, and listened to him ramble on about how talented the actor was, in portraying sadness.
As i decline his invitation for dinner, I wondered if he knew, that he was the greatest actor who ever walked on to my stage.
Jan27
the one man show
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