“I am the star; therefore I am the most important person here tonight," declared the diva as she expressed her feelings of herself, the Grand Lady of the opera. Standing in the wings, listening to the orations of the presenter and his magnificent introduction of her, she smiled with the confidence developed over the years by the pampering of her managers and the adoration of music lovers of several continents.
Responding to her remarks, the stage manager gritted his teeth and said, "No one is more important than I as there would be no curtain opening, no lights, no stage decoration should I not be here to see to things so you high and mighty can get all the credit. Just look at the stage. What do you see? I see an artist's pallet. It is where I put everything together to make the things you do possible. Forgive me if I boast, but I have reason to do so."
"Bosh! Neither of you know anything! I give you everything," said the orchestra leader, waving his baton in a sweeping gesture. "Surely, there is no music unless I say so. Certainly, there is no crashing of the cymbals without my pointing to the percussionist. Drama will never appear on it’s own. It must have the rise and fall of the symphony, and I make it so. How dare you suggest otherwise."
"My, my, how totally self absorbed are we! I am completely immersed with awe as I listen to the gushing of over inflated self admiration coming forth from each of you. Surely you jest. I laugh at you. I pity you. All you can see is the face in the mirror, the face you feel the whole world loves and admires. Well, my friends, I suggest you get real. Get a grip on reality. Without me you would be nowhere. Who am I? I am the owner of the building you are standing in. Now who is the big shot around here?"
All heads turned and glared at the owner. Not one of them said anything. Each was set back a little. The owner smiled victoriously.
It was about at that moment when a soft small voice spoke up from somewhere nearby and asked, "What about me?"
"Who are you?" They all demanded. And the little voice said, "I am the audience."
|Posted by Maryann Miller - novelist, editor and sometimes actress. Her most recent book releases are Doubletake and Boxes For Beds, both mysteries that are available for Kindle and in paper. Stalking Season is the second book in the Seasons Mystery Series, also now available as an e-book, along with Open Season, the first book in the series. To check her editing rates visit her website. When not working, Maryann likes to take her dog for a walk and work outside on her little ranch in East Texas.|