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disappeared than the curtains opened.
As I soberly stood and stepped
forward, my chair followed me, tied to
me by the microphone cable the stage
manager had inadvertently wrapped
through it. As I flowed side to side
across the stage, making my great
speech, the audience roared with
laughter, and the director again looked
on in horror as the chair followed me
like an obedient pup. I floundered with
my upstage hand, trying to free myself
from its loyalty. Still, even then, as
well as when the director gave cast
notes and glared at me as he remarked
how some people made a comedy out
of a serious drama, I refrained from
pronouncing the fatalistic phrase.
Finally, humiliated, I headed home,
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