The stage is filled with the bustle and noise of Times Square.
People come and go, briefcase, umbrellas, dogs being walked – it all feels very much like a scene out of a movie musical.
Which it is.
And suddenly, a brassy overture fills the theatre, and the bustle becomes choreographed movement. It looks like a big production number in a movie starring Gene Kelly. Only there’s no Gene Kelly.
Yet.
In runs The Guy, full-on musical comedy mode, with a suitcase and a dream. His face beams with excitement.
THE GUY
I’ve made it!
THE CAST OF THE MUSICAL IN MY MIND
He made it!
And the musical number begins. Everyone's dancing, everyone's singing, everyone's in perfect harmoy the way are in a musical number like this.
A musical number wherein The Guy hatches a plan to become a big Broadway star (of the playwright variety) because musical numbers always express the most optimistic of hopes, and The Guy’s always known that if you can get the people on the streets of New York to get their shit together long enough to do the choreography for a musical number (even if only in your mind) then you’ve got a shot at getting whatever you’ve dreamed of.
He’s a good dancer, too. In this dream musical.
Just thought I’d throw that in.
The lights go down.
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YOU'VE MADE IT!
you really made it.
i think you're a kindred spirit!!!! LOL
Carry on my wayward son!
what would have happened if Icarus *didn't* drown? so many of your life/plays bring me back to Icarus...I wonder why?
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