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"Man, I was dyin' out there."
"Don't worry, Morty, it happens."
"But this is good stuff!! And they just sat on their hands like it was a funeral."
"Morty. Don't worry. You'll get it back. You always do. Next show, you'll kill 'em!!"
"I don't know, Sol. I'm not so sure there'll be a 'next show'."
"What are you talkin'? Of course there's a next show. You still got it. You still got schtick. You deliver a joke like nobody. You're the best. You just need some new material. You'll be back."
"Yeah. That's it. I need material. New material."
Tomorrow? More pictures from Jientje's visit.
Ndinombethe.
11 comments:
aaah, the worries of the performing artist, well done!
Love it!!!
So true!
I like this one. But, then you know that. : )
Saw somewhere where you are going on a diet? : )
You and me both, need to diet. Thank God I don't have to put on a suit anymore to go to work.
Sorry I didn't make it up to Chicago, but I think you were a great host.
Great job. Sol's and Morty's voices rang true and clear. I imagined I was backstage at a second-tier hotel nightclub in 1950s Miami Beach.
Ah, doesn't everyone need new material every once in a while?
Shadow: Thank you, Shadow.
Jientje: Well, maybe.
Moneythoughts: Yeah. I don't wear a suit either.
Massachusetts: That is exactly what I had in mind.
Joyce-Anne: Yes, they do. Absolutely.
I started thinking my life needed new material- then I realized I just wasn't working with everything I already have.
Very nice.
I could totally use some new material for my blog too ;)
Your characters are so bloodthirsty. ;)
love it!!
This rang so true.
For what it's worth you were very indirectly the inspiration for my 100 words, which are finally written and posted.
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