The Guy appears.
He starts to snap his fingers. Swinging rhythm.
He starts to dance a little. His moves are pretty cool.
He smiles, a very broad smile, one that lets you know something good is happening.
He does this for a while, and this is all he does while we watch him. And while we watch, we begin to understand that this dance has nothing to do with love, or possibility of love, or even harmless flirtation.
This dance has everything to do with the fact that the Guy knows that tonight, in a small theatre in a very big city, some actors are going to speak one of his plays for an audience of people who’ve paid to see it.
And this makes him dance.
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wish i could have been there! only five hours shy...and what a night it would have been had i left earlier.
Oooooh, what play was this? Is this referring to itself? I can't remember if you said anything....
The one thing you've wanted in the entire world...and it's coming to you...how many can tell that story?
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