Act One
Act
One Scene One
Interlude
Opening
Curtains
“I
am not mad.” The figure stood there with his left leg on the stool before him.
The figure had stood there without a stitch of cloth on him. “Some of us are
born mad, some achieve madness, and some have madness in them.”
“But
not me. I am made mad. An achievement imposed onto me.” The figure turned with
a smile that spanned the expanse of his mouth.
“I
am just insane.” With that, the figure then took a bow to the gathered
audience. The audience roared their approval of the grand act of the maestro of
the stage. The figure remained bowed until the curtains covered the stage. A
stagehand appeared and draped the cloak over the figure.
“Bravo!”
The chants of the audience roared from beyond the curtain. The figure stood
upright and used his left hand to wipe at the brow of his forehead.
“You
are magnificent as you were for every other performance, Hamlet.” The assistant
director stepped up to the actor there. The roar of encore resonated in the
hall, and the audience was entertained by the appearance of the great
actor/director and producer Hamlet, as his name is known and addressed.
Hamlet
did not acknowledge the other and continues to receive accolades from the
audience. He then took the final bow and strode off the stage with the other
tailing him. He went on backstage with the actors and staff there clapping at
his performance but none approached him. He kept on walking despite the one who
trailed him from the stage asking him to listen to some news.
“Stefan
Igor, I will stop now.” Hamlet appeared before the entrance to his chamber; the
abode of the Prince of Stage. Two burly-looking figures stood there acting as
the doorman and personal guard of the actor.
“Stefan
Igor, the lightings were below expectations. The sound system echoed to the
left side of the hall. I can even hear my voice calling me back.” Hamlet looked
at the assistant director. “You are fired.”
“And
stop gawking at my penis. I do have one there and it’s not keen on you.” Hamlet
scorned the actor who was admiring his organ.
“Oh…
Hamlet, I was to tell you a piece of sad news.” Igor looked at the actor. “Your
father died this evening.”
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