I once played Godot in a high school play.
It was my big moment. My first step to stage stardom.
After all, I’d be playing the main character, the one the play’s named after.
-Where are my lines? I said.
-You have none, I was told.
I grew suspicious.
I once played a tree in a Xmas play.
-You wait in the wings. You’ll get the hang of it.
It sounded dubious but I hadn’t been picked for anything all year. I said I’d give it a go.
On the night I was a little nervous. I peeped at the audience, the anticipation on their faces. I hoped I performed well.
The curtains went up.
I kept waiting for my cue to come in.
The play kept going and going.
By intermission I still hadn’t been called.
-When do I go on?
-You don’t. You’re the guy they’re waiting for.
-Then why don’t I go on?
-If you did, there wouldn’t be a play.
It seemed a pretty flimsy premise to hang a play on, but who was I to argue?
My big moment would have to wait.