Hunter's Ltd. [Role-Play]
On the door to a dressing-room is pinned a poem, written in neat, female script, venting frustrating, in a plain way, no more, and no less. Sometimes, when change is imminent, there’s nothing better to do than moan…especially if you’re an underpaid actor.
Change is the most of
Hostile invaders
Of dreams,
Packing up everything
And moving. Again.
Running the clocks
Later and later
Each year, ticking;
Words falling behind,
And the parts-
Degrading!
It was always one of two,
One of two,
And I was the younger.
I'd dreamt of something
More substantial,
But Alas! that was
Back when it was
Hunter's Ltd.
-1887, Fairhurst
So begins the memoirs and memories of various members of a Victorian theatre company facing change…
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