Where are you? And why are you in black and white?
“Backstage. And you know why I am in black and white.”
Are you sad?
“I’m a lot of things right now.”
“Yes. Yes, sore. Muscles got used that don’t usually become involved during lovemaking.”
Lovemaking? That was not what that seemed like.
“Freddie Mercury is a charismatic man.”
I’m glad you got into it. Why are you backstage?
“I needed a minute.”
See? We have so much fun.
“We don’t, really. I just wanted–”
To take drugs and see a band. Yeah, yeah: everybody gets your motivation, John. What happened to your unicorn outfit?
Jesus, you just couldn’t wait to wash that thing, could you?
“No. No, no. It truly needed washing.”
“Pre-soaking right now.”
CELL PHONE NOISE
“Uh, hi. I’m, uh, looking for Jimi Tee-Shirt?”
“No, not Bobby.”
“This is Bobby Tee-Shirt. I’d, uh, like to speak to my best friend, Jimi Tee-Shirt.”
“He’s not available.”
“Hey, cat! Is that my groovy friend Bobby Tee-Shirt? Slide me that telephone so we can rap!”
“None of this makes any sense.”
Oh, nothing makes any sense any more. At least my bullshit has jokes.
“Now all you have to do is make ’em funny.”
Sure, sure: keep digging your own grave. You have no idea how many people dressed up as Freddie Mercury to go to that show.
You should start drinking.