Theme: Lights! Camera! Action!
Food: Popcorn
Red satin hung over the partly open closet doors, mimicking a stage curtain. Two lamps beamed over the makeshift stage, lightning the darkened room autumn yellow. In the front row stood a long chair, and in that chair sat a teddy bear, staring blankly. In the bear's lap was a box of popcorn.
A little blonde boy wrapped in bedsheets walked under the lights. "Welcome! My name is Bridget and I will be playing an excerpt from Shakespeare's iThe Tempest/i." He bowed, walked off stage, then came back again, this time in character.
"Our revels now are ended. These our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits, and
Are melted into air, into thin air."
Bridget lifted his arm up then lowered it, slowly.
"And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capped towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself."
His voice raised at the beginning of each line, falling to whispers the words became graver.
"Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve,
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded--"
And then he swiped his arm out, and stepped forward on the stage, looking overhead, over his single audience.
"Leave not a rack behind."
And finally he was barely a whisper, loud enough for the teddy bear to hear
"We are such stuff
As dreams are made on; and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep. "
Quiet, and he backed away slowly, away from the lights, camouflaged in the backstage darkness. When he reemerged he was Bridget again.
"Thank you for your time. I hope you enjoyed my performance." He held his arm across his chest and gave his manliest bow. A smile spread across his lips, thinking that with enough practice, Roger wouldn't be his only audience.