WILLIAM, 50 something, two coats, jeans.
ROSS, 13, coat, jeans.
WOMAN, 50 something, light top, cardigan, pants
NARRATOR, 60, white longish hair, blazer, tweed pants
INTERIOR THEATER
MATTHEW takes seat between WILLIAM and ROSS at top row of audience area facing stage. Lights dim, WOMAN stands in spotlight at front of stage.
WOMAN
Thank you all for coming to our Winter Performance. We're glad you made it here despite the weather...
WILLIAM
(Leans to MATTHEW, whispers) She's the one—the Michael Jackson one
MATTHEW
(Leans to WILLIAM, whispers) Did she see him light on fire?
WILLIAM
(whispers) I don't know if she was there for the Pepsi thing...
WOMAN
We are lucky to have [NARRATOR's name] here tonight. You probably know him from television and movies. I called him up and told him, "We're doing 'The Little Matchgirl' this year and we need a narrator, could you recommend anyone?' and he was generous enough to offer to take the part himself...
Dance recital happens
INTERIOR THEATER
Lights come up, audience mills around, MATTHEW, WILLIAM, ROSS stand. MATTHEW and ROSS move from seats down stairs toward stage. NARRATOR stands on stairs near his wife.
ROSS
...but my Spanish teacher, Ms. Turk, she plays Halo and everything, she's so cool.
MATTHEW
(not paying attention to ROSS) Oh, cool. (passes NARRATOR, turns, looks up at NARRATOR descending stairs, hesitates. Then—) Uh, good job narrating.
NARRATOR
(looks slightly confused, surprised) Oh... Oh, thank you.
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