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 say.
-You have none, I am told.
I grow 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’ll give it a go, I say.
On the night I am a little nervous. I peep at the audience, the anticipation on their faces. I hope I perform well.
The curtain goes up.
I keep waiting for my cue to come in.
The play keeps going and going.
By intermission I still haven’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.