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Permalink 05/27/08 at 07:22:52 am, by Ed, 268 words   English (US)
Categories: Dreams of a phenytoin addict

The dreams have returned

Wherein, I was back visiting my high school, and nobody was cast as the role of the phantom for the Phantom of the Opera play the high school was putting on, nor did they have any costumes, and the first of three shows was the next day.

So, they gave me the script and told me to find a costume. I would have said no, but the director was my Software Engineering professor, and I didn't want to disappoint. However, I did have to go back home later that day.

The performance was to happen on Weber stage (which, incidentally, is about an hour or two away from the high school), and TTG was trying to convince me to play the role, but I stood adamant that I could not, even though I had already found a costume and memorized all the lines (yeah, I'm that good).

As I walked through the halls of the high school, I bumped into somebody I knew and we began talking for a minute about the play, and somebody else came by. "Oh, you're the guy, huh? Say one of the lines from the play!"

Okay, I thought. "What light through yonder window breaks?" I said.

"Oh, is that from Phantom?" they asked.

"No," replied the one I knew, "It's from Hamlet."

I don't know if it's a sign of the declining knowledge of the arts in America, or just some of the stupid people I know from Grand Rapids.

Oh, yeah, I have graduated and moved into an apartment in the cities now. Work starts June 2nd.

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