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The Play - Act 1

Holding tight to his playbill, Jim began the descent from the third balcony. It was intermission and he had to pee like a racehorse. One stride after the other he sped down the steps, not sure if he would make it. That first act had gone way too long in his opinion, and the three glasses of wine over dinner agreed.

The second level was his best bet. The soft red carpet was slightly slippery under foot as he stepped off of the winding stair and onto the walkway. He had beat the rush, and for that he hoped to be rewarded with an open spot in the bathroom. As he entered the bathroom the lights were bright, and the black and white tiles were waxed and buffed into a watery-like looking glass.

Joy of joys! An open spot awaited Jim. As he washed up the bathroom began to fill with dapper men with slicked hair, monocles, and cigars. Not much for small talk Jim made for the door, only to feel a tap on his shoulder.

"I say old boy" said a heavy set, red faced, man with a white beard and a top hat cocked to the side. "You can't go back out there like that!"

Jim wondered what the old man could be referring to, so he turned around and glanced in a full-height mirror, nothing seemed out of place. "What," uttered Jim? in a totally mindless and uncouth way.

"A Cigar," shouted the old man! "You need a cigar if you want to look respectable old boy. Here you go!" The stout man pulled out a cigar from inside his pocket, and presented it to Jim. "It's a cuban, old boy!"

Reaching out Jim took the cigar, and out of obligatory social mandate took a lit match from the old fellow. It wasn't too bad of a cigar, full bodied, not too bitter, and a good kick. Cigar in hand Jim re-entered the hall outside of the restroom. His date, the lovely Carla had descended from their perch high above stage left.

Looking to her left and then to her right, she looked for Jim, but could not spot him. Her red dress flowed like a waterfall down from her shoulders, and gave just a hint of a figure. Her hair, bleached blond by sun and peroxide was held up with an oriental hair comb she had purchased in a market in San Francisco.

Jim made his way over, and placed a hand on the elbow high gloves that Carla wore. Together they made their way outside for some fresh air, as the play would not continue for another 15 minutes they decided on a quick walk down the street to grab a cup of coffee at Gino's diner. Arm in arm the two walked in step with each other in silence.