Nostalgia by Rodrigo Ferreira
Act 3
In the office of a local Bar
P: This is torture with no mercy.
Every dog and every cat must’ve come through this place…
but…
[shifts papers on desk into another neat pile]
If music be the food of love, I must take part.
[P continues to tidy, sorting files and recording a note or too. Looking around, he remarks]
P: After all I live here in heaven and may look on her, but no other may not.
[Validating his point, taps a pile of pages in such as way as to align the stack. [Pointing to the stack]
P: Files may do this,but I, must fly.
[Tidying desk, P looks through the window as a caterers trolly piled with cakes, fruit, cheese and biscuits passes by. A grumble from his stomach is heard]
P: Starved that I am.
[another rumble of the tummy]
P: That strain again! I deserve a tea break, and with this time I’d clear the table; stealing and giving odour.
…Enough; no more: Has not 18minutes now passed already with it.
I couldn’t look at another suit if you payed me
(Source: alouseinwonderland)
ed: Some gross tux shirts, organized neatly. Gentlemen, tie your bow ties. ;)
