The First Night

On the first night of Christopher’s new production, we all gathered around the edge of the stage. He had promised wonderful things: elephants balancing on their hind legs, fire-breathing robots, trained lice. None of us expected him to deliver. We were there because Christopher has always failed us in such spectacular ways. Only last year he had promised to be by my side forever. Not long before that, he meant to write a novel. When he led in the elephants, we held our breath for the explosion…