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In Agony with Art

He was standing under a massive arch that seemed to be the only part holding up the ceiling. He was tired because they had been toiling for weeks with the same thing, over and over again. All the words and all the movement had slowly become a daily routine instead of actual art, the usual way an actor becomes a robot.

A loud clink was heard as the crane holding up the actor was waggling over the imaginery audience, and slowly lowered him to the floor. After the first two or three weeks the actor had learned to stand erect after hitting the ground. He strolled over to the other side of the stage and spoke loud and clear all the words he'd been reading all day, all night and all week. He descended down to the audience floor and walked out.

As usual, it'd been almost perfect. Not perfect, but almost perfect. All the actors assembled on the stage and went through the manuscript once again. He went back to where he had been before the crane scene, and prepared mentally to do it all one more time.

He was standing under a massive arch...




Prosa av Rikard Lundberg
Läst 536 gånger
Publicerad 2011-08-04 01:51



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