STEP EIGHT (AN OFF OFF OFF BROADWAY PLAY)
Cue music. Curtain up. Cue spots. Music
down.
There are two travelers on stage. One is
holding a book. They speak.
You: Hello? I thought that there were only seven
steps.
Me: Oops. I did say that, didn't I?
You: Yes, you did. What the heck are you trying to
pull with this section?
Me: A fast one?
You: Always with the jokes. What's the eighth step
funny man?
Me: You are the eighth step.
You: All right, now I'm confused. Stop being so
cryptic.
Me: I can only take you so far. The decision to
travel is up to you. The interpretation of the event is up to
you. The eighth step.
You: Hmm. You did say from the beginning that I
should formulate an opinion that was correct for me. That does
seem like a step. You're off the hook, Alan.
Me: Whew, imagine my relief.
You: Well, I should be getting back to whatever I
was doing.
Me: Yeah, me too. It's been nice hanging out with
you.
You: When will I see you again?
Me: Soon, my friend. I hope to see you soon.
Spots go down. Music swells. Curtain closes for another night.