Opening Night

The Underpants

No draped curtain will rise...but the lights will fall.

Out steps Theo and Louise.

Shadowed audience and living art, twirling upon the lowered stage, playing to the substance shadows in the plush crimson seats.

An affair...a smile...a kiss...a stripping down in pink light......

with faculty and all.

Do not hate me for what I do. I am merely a player..taking direction...mocking the script...re-creating myself upon the stage.

It is opening night.

And I am Louise..little louise..who losses her panties.