Sal Has Written a Play

Viv returns to the stage, the Queen of the Moon gazing down upon Roberto. "Roberto’s body is dead, but I sense his soul lingering near. There may still be a way to save him, Lisbei. And that way is... Is..."

The Lady of the Lake blinks and shifts awkwardly. She looks backstage and catches Sal’s eye. "Um, what’s my line again?"

Cheers? Huh. There were never any cheers back at The Company. Except during the annual Christmas party, when certain people (not Mr. Boggs, of course) became too tipsy. But those were just drunken hollers about random nonsense, not real cheers.

Mr. Boggs tries to soak it all in...but his raincloud is soaking him, as usual. He looks up at it and sighs. If only it would fade away....

After a few minutes, however, he's feeling pretty good, the cheers having done their work. He also wants to talk to someone, to share this experience. And maybe listen to some praise for his portrayal of Roberto....

But everyone seems otherwise engaged, so instead he addresses the audience:

"Roberto may be dead, but his spirit lives on in all of you!"

As soon as he says it, though, embarrassment hits him like a wave. That was so sappy! Like something you'd see on a ridiculous greeting card, or yelled out by some over-energetic motivational guru. His pragmatic co-workers back at The Company would be ribbing him for weeks if they'd heard him.

Maybe he was too absorbed with all this drama and excitement, and needed to take a step back....

The stars bask in the crowd's adulation, the rainy weather outside all but forgotten.

And that is the story of Sal's first play!