#15: FALLING BEHIND ON PLAYS ALREADY

(Music plays. Lights up. The PLAYWRIGHT sits at his laptop. He searches the internet for an image of a trash can full of crumpled papers. He finds it, crops it and coverts it to black and white. He types the words "Falling Behind on Plays Already" in all capital letters. He cries a single tear of disappointment and decides to eat some food and drink a beer. He thinks about how BETSY needs to be in every play and how she's not yet in this one. "What does that mean?", he thinks to himself. "Does she really need to be?"; "Who even cares?"; "What does it all mean?".)

PLAYWRIGHT: So many thoughts...

(He continues to think. Soon, he is half-way finished with the bag of Tostitos, the jar of Tostitos Queso Con Salsa and the bottle of Yuengling. He is visibly fatter. He looks in the mirror and sees his fatty reflection. Standing behind him there seems to be a ghost: BETSY ROSS' ghost. He turns around to catch her walking spirit in the actual room and prove that she exists not merely in the mirror. But she's not there. He is alone and ghostless. He puts a chip in his mouth, closes the jar of Queso Con Salsa and realizes that it is actually called Salsa Con Queso. This makes more sense but it is not as funny.)

PLAYWRIGHT: Hmm. Salsa Con Queso.

(He clicks "Publish Post" on his nice new Dell computer that his friend won in a Scavenger Hunt and sold to him at a killer price. He goes to sleep.)

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