> Here is a silly play I just wrote.
>
> A Play
> By Spider-Boy
> Characters:
> Figure
> Narrator
> Man
> Chorus Leader
> Chorus
> Scene: A lone Figure dressed in all black is standing in the center of the stage with his back to the audience. He does this through the entire play and never responds to any thing. Narrator is standing near the front of the stage, stage right. He is organizing index cards. He is dressed like a stereotypical scholar type, tweed jacket, and wire rimed glasses. A Man enters stage left. He seems to be lost, then he notices the Figure he walks over to him, walks around him, and pokes him with his finger. Then he notices Narrator.
>
> Man: Uh, Excuse me.
>
> Narrator: Yes, how may I help you?
>
> Man: What is he (indicating Figure) doing?
>
> Narrator: (walks over, circles Figure) I think it's supposed to be symbolic.
>
> Man: Oh what?
>
> Narrator: How am I supposed to know? I'm just the bloody narrator! Only the author knows what all this is about.
>
> Man: Uh, what do you mean? Narrator?
>
> Narrator: For the play.
>
> Man: What play?
>
> Narrator: This play.
>
> Man: This is a play?
>
> Narrator: Not very good I know.
>
> Man: (confused) Uhm, yeah, whatever.
>
> A large number of people (10-30) march on stage, stomping loudly. The stand at the back of the stage and look solemn.
>
> Man: Now what?
>
> Narrator: Oh, them? They're the Greek Chorus.
>
> Man: Does a play with a Narrator need a Greek Chorus?
>
> Narrator: Listen pal, I don't try to understand this stuff I just narrate it.
>
> Man: Have you actually done any narrating yet.
>
> Narrator: Well...
>
> Man: You haven't, have you?
>
> Narrator: No, not as such.
>
> Man: Who would you narrate to any way?
>
> Narrator: Oh, the audience of course.
>
> Man: (scared) There is an audience?
>
> Narrator: Yeah, I know what you mean. Hard to believe any one would want to watch this.
>
> Man: (paranoid and nervous) You mean there are people, watching us right now? Where are they?
>
> Narrator: (leads Man to the edge of the stage and points to the audience) There they are, gruesome lot, aren't they.
>
> Man: (overcome with sudden stage fright) Ahm, uhm, uh, er... (continues to mumble)
>
> Narrator: (leading the still mumbling Man back to the Chorus) Oh calm down. (to Chorus Leader) Hey you.
>
> Chorus Leader: (confused some one talked to him) Uh, yes.
>
> Narrator: You're a Chorus, sing something to cheer this guy up (pats Man on the back).
>
> Chorus Leader: We aren't that kind of Chorus.
>
> Narrator: Ah, come on. Just a short one.
>
> Chorus: No, you're being silly.
>
> Narrator: Listen mate, this guy is the only actor we got out here so far. Now sing!
>
> Chorus: I'm sorry, we don't sing. Shouldn't you be narrating something?
>
> Narrator: (angry) This isn't about me, If you're not going to help me clam this guy down we (wraps his arm around the still petrified man) are leaving. (Narrator leads them off stage left.
>
> Chorus Leader: (shouting as they leave) Well...fine! We don't need you! (resumes looking solemn with rest of Chorus)
>
> An extended period of time elapses with nothing happening on stage, just the Chorus looking solemn at the back of the stage and Figure standing in the center of stage with his back to the wall. Then curtains close.
>

Why?