audition – November 22

11.17.2016

he was angry the

first time he

came with his

small son and

a big chip on his

shoulder.

 

an angry dad, mid

divorce, ticked at the

women who might

turn him away.

 

and his son got

a part, small but

in the play

and so did dad

grumping all the

way

 

until they got on

stage together

and the son

got on stage again

in a bigger part

and dad’s anger

whist away in the

wonder and pride

 

of how he’d helped

his son.

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