Cue the giant claw, enter stage left, to rescue her from his clutches. Cue the rush of raw tears. Cue the thrush of long years against tired skin. Cue the begin again, enter stage right, fight for something greater than that last lonely monologue. Cue the music swell. Cue the hard tell of story in an eyebrow twitch. Cue the bait and switch and the madcap misunderstanding. Cue the audience clap. Cue the righteous fall and the painful landing. Cue the hapless heroine and the mustached villain. Cue acts I through V, tedious, inspired, absurd.
Cue the small girl just wanting to be heard.
April PAD, day 3.