The Guy alone on stage.
Suddenly, all the other actors appear.
One by one, they start to speak. Slowly, deliberately. About anything they want to talk about. Maybe some of them play the characters they have played in earlier plays, maybe they just recite lines from other characters they wish they would have played.
The Guy listens to them all, or tries to anyway. It’s tough work trying to hear an individual story here because there’s so much to take in, so much overlapping. But each actor is so earnest in having their story told.
The Guy gets this a lot. Moments when there are a lot of things pulling for his attention, a lot of voices that are drifting about out there that have interesting stories, and he just feels sometimes that it’s impossible to write any one of them down because the abundance of it is sometimes overwhelming.
He wishes there was a play that just had everyone in the world speaking their story on stage, all at once, so that an audience might know what it was like some days to be a writer with too many ideas and not enough time.
The lights go down.
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