Tuesday, November 10, 2009
"So how will you get these fairies to fly, Mr. Marl— er, Shakespeare?" The playwright's editor and confidant, Vittore Jasfoup, tapped his cane against the ladder.
"On ropes!" Shakespeare looked up at the roofing beams. We'll build a golden arch at the front of the stage, then the fairies can swing out over the audience."
"I should be careful about using a golden arch," said the editor. "Not only is there the safety aspect but you could find some clown selling fried meat products underneath it."
"Pish and posh to you," said Shakespeare, slapping his trousers. "I've already arranged to take cuts from and food vendors. We'll make a fortune."
Labels: That Damned Play