This life is one huge stage, we are performers; if you will. Here to entertain whoever and whatever takes the time to stop, watch or listen. We entertain ourselves by the limelight, and we entertain others by the happiness, sadness, anger, and ecstasy. We will dance, act, and sing for all; But bleed, break, and cry only to ourselves.
Coming to the end of an act; the end of your life. Would you stay behind that curtain; dying? Or would you simply change costume?
Slowing down a one act play? Is that even possible? To make it last a lifetime and then some? You must add more flare, glamour, passion, drama, hurt, crisis, etc. Re-writing your script to make it lengthy. You put on your show. Staying strong, you push thru the aches, and short breath. You start slacking due to the pain you're putting upon yourself. Noticing one leaving their seat after another. You costume is drenched, shoes worn, voice hoarse, hair a mess... Another look to a half empty house. Your heart and eyes sink. Exhausted and now distracted, you missed a step... And then the fall. The stage floor is cold, hard, and empty, just like each of the seats in the house. Curtain Call.
To speed up, its a constant, never ending or aged crowd pleasing and attracting performance. Introducing new selves, and characters each second, each time the tempo picks up. How long does it take to become confused and running one character into the next? Regardless of how good the performer, if too fast and too much change, something will give. How long will it take for you to wish you would have chosen otherwise? Enjoyed a full house, repetative acts and routines, and a used costume? Everything new, at some point loses its luster, its shine, and becomes old and dull... Its so fast and ever changing, after a while, people will lose interest, and begin to wonder, "what is the purpose". One seat empty. "Who is that one again". Five seats empty. "Wait what happened" 20 seats empty. Before your costume is even warm, it hits the floor, putting on a shiny new cold one, all to walk out on that stage to an empty audience. Curtain Call.
Taking your act, scripted with all its ups and downs, and everything meaty inbetween, its meant to be that way. Read it as written, do not practice the adlib. Let the flare, glamour, and accents happen on their own. Let it be natural. When the curtain is drawn, do not be sad, or fill with anger as it is your time. Know that you gave it your all and performed from the heart. Do not wish to slow it down to savor something so small, that you miss the big encore. Nor wish to speed up to have that hige finale to miss the small details that make this all worth while.
Perform well. Live well.
Very well written
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