Look, I admit to a little jealousy. After all, they are Stars. On stage, or in life, they tend to shine.
But! Someone has to pull the curtains. There is loneliness in standing on the side, waiting for the signals to open and close, lift and lower, depending on the type of curtains involved.
Sometimes I have to do a bit of jogging because the open-close and lift-lower curtain controls are not close together.
So, in my solitude, I applaud those who go on the stage, having memorized their lines, to entertain the audience.
Sometimes, it seems like an eternity between the moments I am able to converse with anyone. Draining a marsh would be a job that had more interaction with people.
Oh, I beg your pardon – am I boring you? You, who want to go out and strut about, soaking in the adulation?
Well, where would you be without me? Strutting through fabric, thats where!
Let me tell you, opening and closing, lifting and lowering is tough – those curtains weigh a ton.
Oops, there is your cue – out you go! Just wait while I open the curtains.
I was playing the piano at the Carnival Bar & Grill. Just one tune blending into another.
A woman had walked up to the piano and asked me, “Play it again Sam.”
I put on my ‘the customer is always right’ mask and said, “Sure. But, it is actually ‘I thought I told you to never play that again, Sam!’”
I watched as the blood rushed to her cheeks and her eyes momentarily wandered over yonder, avoiding mine. I think I sprained her ego. I could’ve kicked myself. So juvenile, correcting someone over something so little, but it was always a knee jerk reaction of mine, especially when it came to quotes. I didn’t want a controversy to erupt right in the middle of lunch. But that quote is the most misquoted one of all time, ranking right up there with, “Money is the root of all evil.” It’s actually, “The love of money is the root of all evil.” Money by itself is not evil – its how you use it.
So I said to the lady, “Sorry, sometimes I get a bit picky when it comes to quotes. I tell you what – buy me an apple flavored sassafras tea at the bar, and I’ll play it again.”
Making a little moue with her mouth, she twirled around and headed for the bar.
I tickled the ivories some more. The white keys had obtained a patina of oxidation over the years, but they still made sweet music when fondled the right way.
Rats, foiled again.