The play on the stage was into its third act. I was kinda out of myself that whole evening, even before the curtains went up. During the play, lost in my thoughts mostly, I was perfunctorily watching the goings-on on the stage. I guess I should introduce myself before continuing on with this anecdote. I am an actor which is most germane. I have had a decently good life and few good crises too.
My thoughts during the play were centered around my achievements as an actor. When my self-absorption spared me some brief mental space, they ventured out onto notions of what is an act. Notions like : how different is our regular demeanour from our's when watched. As far as my achievements go, I'd wager if I had to, they fall within the median. I like to think otherwise.
At one point during the next act all the actors were quietly congregating in a courtyard. At that point, I directed myself (without any rehearsals !) onto the front part of the stage. Quite John Cage-y by any standards I'd say, with all those people in the audience watching. Watching one of them suddenly rise up and walk on to the stage. No clue as to what seized him in the middle of a professional production. I paused, looked around three hundred sixty degrees as if very confused, then said to myself, but loud enough for the audience to hear, "Am I part of this play ?? ..... hmmm .... may be not ... one never knows." Then I exited the stage.
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