Every night, as the lights are dimmed, little Veronica says her prayers:
“Dear God of Theatre,
You know what makes a Good Play,
and how it should be written.
You know exactly the way it should be rehearsed,
and when it’s performed Just Right.
Your opinions are Truth and Your preoccupations universal.
Dear God of Theatre, compared to thee I am nothing.
Have mercy on me and grant my one request:
That You remind me daily
That You DO NOT EXIST
And never have,
And never will.
Forever and ever,
Amen”
Veronica Kaye
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