My Part
"Exit left" whispered from backstage.
I thought I had done well, but felt uneasy.
We were called.
We were all called to perform.
We answered the call to labor.
But I thought I had more to offer.
"You did well… okay," he said.
"A hesitation in Act Two,
I think you dropped a word in Act Three,
but no one is perfect."
"I know I can do better.
I long for a larger part."
"The competition is fierce.
You are good, but there are greater talents,
and parts are assigned by destiny.
Perhaps you are shy.
Maybe you held back …
Not everyone is born for the stage.
It was a small house.
Enough to pay for the lights
and tomorrow's coffee.
The universe and good theatre
are a non-profit enterprise.
Now exit left before you ruin everything."
John P. Manimas, April 2021
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