Bah. It's about a month to the variety show and I have nothing to do.
It's not other people's fault, of course, I've rejected about as many ideas as other people have rejected mine.
So I'm putting up an ad on my blog for a new modern play entitled, "Matchstick".
It has to do with how futile human efforts are and how life is very difficult.
It also has to do with how hard those paper matches are to light.
So here's the story.
In the background the whole time, Beethoven's lyrical "Waltz in E flat Major" is playing. It has a nice A section but a rather violent B section, perfect for this play. If this ever works out, I will be playing it on the piano.
A person walks on stage, and stops in front of a small table with a candle votive on it. They will take out a paper matchbook and show it to the audience. They will then proceed to try to light it. They will become more and more frustrated as time goes on, hitting the matchbook and generally freaking out. When they finally succeed in lighting it someone jumps out of the audience and blows it out. The End.
Alternate ending: once they succeed in lighting it, someone comes out with a suitcase and points angrily at the candle. The two silently begin arguing. The second person takes a small fire extinguisher out of the bag, smothers the flame, then walks away. The End.
The dress will be modest. A boy in either part will wear a white collered shirt with black pants and dress shoes. A girl will wear a blouse with a skirt or slacks.
If you want to join, please comment. I think it would be very funny.
After reading this, feel free to listen to William Bolcom's "Graceful Ghost Rag". I like it.
**EDIT** This is a reminder to check in tommorow after the dance ends (around 10:00 or 10:15) for my rather depressing view of the night's events. Dances seem to bring out my cynical side, as well as my poetic side, and I do enjoy posting my musings. To see my last dance post, click here. If you prefer a lighter topic, check "Why I'm Going to Die", a classic.