The Instructor appears. The Guy is center stage, looking out at us.
THE INSTRUCTOR
Good afternoon, class.
Today, a visual aid to help us understand a complicated situation.
This is what it feels like…
The Instructor points to the Guy.
The Guy begins to speak. Although no words come out of his mouth. All we hear is static, fuzz, white noise, garbles words, intermittent radio transmissions, opera, talk radio, cheesy radio car commercials, screams, everything sort of mixed together.
The Guy is increasingly frustrated by this. He starts to scream. But no actual voice of his emerges. He screams harder, more ferociously, until his face becomes red and the veins in his neck tense and pulse and he looks like he might explode.
The Guy stops speaking. The noise ends.
THE INSTRUCTOR
This is what it feels like when you can’t get what you want.
Class dismissed.
The lights go down.
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