Welcome friends, ladies, gentlemen.
In just a few moments when there is silence in the room
When all we can hear is our breath
Mingling in this shared space
An actor will take the stage
And after a moment to compose himself
He will perform for you a heart-wrenching play.
Oh! it is a story of love!
Yes, love
But also loss
Sorrow.
No, this is no honey drenched sap festival
Full of flowers.
This play is about regrets,
A man whose very form sinks from the weight of them.
It is about his heart now withering from want
Of a girl now gone.
It is about a crystallized memory of a pure moment
Which could never stay
Which should never have passed.
The play will express such elegant pain
That many of you will be moved to pity the man
To feel his melancholy as your own
To wonder aloud, perhaps, whether you can,
Yourself
Still love.
But do, please, understand that
No matter how convincing his affectation
No matter how wet or heated the tears streaming down his face
This man is only acting.
This is only a work of theater.
Everything we tell you here is untrue.
Nothing here is real.
Now the actor takes the stage
Or the Master of Ceremonies, still on stage tramsmutes into the actor
And
After a brief meditation, a breath for focus he
Wordless
Pulls from his breast a wilting white rose
Lifts it up to catch the light
He is thinking of a night many years gone
Of a single moment caught, frozen as in amber
In his mind of the city glowing on the hillside
In the distance the first light cascading across the eastern sky
Of the mists rising from the field and the cows
And their lips
His and the girl now gone
Just brushing
Hesitating
Wondering if at last this is home
With a shift in deportment
A shudder
Softly closed eyes tightened lips
The actor conveys the love’s end
The waves of numbness
The hours spent alone in his apartment
Dark
Sleepless
Wondering simply “Why”
He takes one last look at the rose
Then lets it sink to the floor
His face conveys a terrible longing
He begs the audience to understand
He has confessed
He sinks into a chair and sighs heavily
Burdened
Before barely speaking this one word
Curtain.
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