The banquet of desire led her down an alley where she could safely appear at last from the green room into the light of the grand hall. Her friends from before opened the stage right door. The script was written and the position of actors were readied for their parts. However we come to poet streets is of no matter, what is of importance is that we are there now. Evan walked out on to the stage of the quiet and austere grand hall theater. It was all she dreamt of. The gilded theater boxes, the opulent seats in velvet, the curving ceiling painted with clouds and tiny stars that actually twinkled.

(Enter stage right)  Marina Mc Coy is a charming forty-ish woman  with a flair for the dramatic with an air of old theater-somewhat stylized in delivery. Marina opens her arms with great love and greeting to Evan.

Marina: I am so glad you are here. I have been waiting for you darling. So did you find the green room wonderful or what! I love how they leave flowers and fruit baskets. The sparkling water all ice-cold and that yummy tray of pumpkin muffins. Yes, it is remarkably generous don’t you think?

Evan: It is wonderful. I am not sure if I deserve such treats.

Marina: Oh but you do, we all do. We are appreciated here. Come let us get a few of the lines down before the others arrive. (they cross to down stage center looking out a window.)  Here is your script.

Evan: (with enthusiasm) Are you seeing this? The street is filling up for the parade. Look at all the folks putting out their lawn chairs and coolers. It’s going to be quite the show this year they are saying. Isn’t it?

Marina: Lots of input from the local theaters this year,  a collaboration of actors and musicians.

Evan: Oh look there is Reni. (waving) Reni! Reni, Up here…  (Marina and Evan are both waving.)

Reni: