A SAD DRAMA, IN TWO ACTS.
by
Dennis Wall.
A tale to be told now. In honor of Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg.
Rhett Cavendish was once a man who looked good in black. Black clothes mostly hid his dark side.
Rhett had talents even as a teenager. He already knew that he had more to say than anyone else in the nation.
He was frustrated that his hidden talents were hidden. He had so much to offer and audiences missed out on his talent. One day he had enough. He decided to audition for the Supremes.
With the memory of his friends Squiggy, and the Turtle, and the butterball Nino, he went to his audition. Not Squiggy, or the Turtle, or chubby Nino were there, none of them were, but Rhett told the talent scouts what they would say if they were there. For some reason, Rhett auditioned without wearing black.
And without getting into the rumors about Rhett here, there was talk. A lot of talk. It was all past. There was always a past.
The head of Rhett's audition was a person named Linseed Keebler. Linseed controlled the proceedings. Linseed confronted the past that Rhett brought into the room by throwing a hissy fit. That distracted everyone from Rhett's past, real or denied.
The next day, still not wearing black and as if on cue, Rhett too threw a seemingly sudden unplanned hissy fit. Just as he had planned, he made it the centerpiece of his performance at his audition for the Supremes.
The other contestants were intimidated. They had never seen old people throw a hissy fit before. Plus it was all so sudden and to them seemingly unscripted. It overwhelmed their senses, and not in a good way.
Rhett's performance did not get him any votes. Linseed Keebler had already lined up all the votes that Rhett needed anyway. Rhett was declared the winner of the talent competition.
He was on his way to the Supremes. He would be heard from again soon.
Rhett Cavendish was once a man who looked good in black. Black clothes used to hide his dark side.
Next: The Second Act, the untrue story of Ruth and Boaz, starring Mitch from Moscow, and the Occupant. Followed by The End. That's what they want you to think.
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