I'm smiling wide enough to split a lip as anticipation keeps my eyes glued to the play taking place beyond the lattice screen. All the parts have been assigned and every actor has been playing their role to perfection.
Stage left, near the front of the stage, are the main characters: a smug soon-to-be ex-wife, an irate soon-to-be ex-husband, and a stony-faced judge who is probably enjoying the show he's an unwitting part of just as much as I am.
From center stage, in stumble two Red House workers, compensated very very handsomely by me and about to work the last job of their career before suddenly retiring from the profession and moving to the countryside.
With a spotlight on her, the female lead of our play begins to orate a text that I personally discovered myself from the imperial library. She clears her throat, appearing timid to the audience although her clear voice was anything but.
