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The Dark Side of Community Theatre

Ode to the bruised ego of a minor character

Photo by Vladimir Fedotov on Unsplash

The seats are empty but the room is full
Of voices echoing across the stage
But hark, my role is near invisible!
And so I strut, and fret, and nurse my rage;
They all have headshots! They can dance! So why
Am I sad as melted, sidewalk ice cream?
Now hush, don’t let them hear my jealous…



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Jean Campbell

Jean Campbell

Writer by day, reader by night, napper by afternoon.