Who Doesn’t Believe in Outer Space?
The day after the performance, a friend of mine asked me what it was about. I had to think about that for a few minutes, and I eventually realized how to describe it. I told him that the performance was a peek into the mind of a deranged psychopath. After all, only someone who is deranged would repeatedly recite the lyrics to a bad disco song throughout the entire performance. Most of the characters in the performance seemed deranged as well, especially the split personality character. When she had the deep voice she seemed like a serial killer, but I think it was even creepier when she had the high pitched “tame” voice. I didn’t really understand or enjoy the performance in a traditional sense. The only part that I found somewhat enjoyable was the part when the professor needed two of the dancers to keep propping up and straightening out his spaghetti legs; and then he would say “thank you” in his thick accent. The fact that the stage was full of balls of tape that everyone had to tiptoe around for the entire play was strange. It was even more strange when the guy started playing with the balls of tape and shoving things down his pants. It was almost as if the entire cast and crew were on the stage having a happening and the audience knew nothing about it and was just told that it was a performance. Finally, the name of the performance itself made absolutely no sense at all. What did the performance have to do with outer space or the disbelief thereof? Nothing. I believe that the only way to respond to this performance is to say how one feels as an individual while sitting through it. Personally, at first I was afraid, I was petrified, but I grew strong, and I learned how to carry on. Did they think I would crumble? Did they think I would lay down and die? Oh no, not I. I will survive. It took all the strength I had not to fall apart, but now I hold my head up high and you see me, somebody new, and I’ll survive, I will survive. Hey, hey.
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