Break down and cry like this. There's worse things but it still stings. When you came on the audience hissed. But this play, it's conveniently simple. There's got to be a winner and it's not you. But the front row sitter has his problems too. The author lies. Bitter forces and lame race horses. You'll never work in this town. I don't expect you'll ever be so wrecked. Don't ask me to be there at your side. There's a half hour wait and I'm growing impatient. Give me some food that is easy to chew. I feel so Zen when I do things that are easy. Paint him a colour, make him one or the other. Or spin him on your finger like your talented brother. Today, We start again. You're singing a song.