“Take a bow dear.”
“For who? There’s no one in the audience.”
“Not yet, but there will be. We must practice for them.” Madame Arsenault waved her hands at the empty seats. “Soon these seats will be filled with people from all walks of life. We must perform so that our ideal audience remains seated.”
“Ideal audience? What, you mean people who show up and sit down?”
Madame Arsenault laughed, her hands clutching her stomach. “No dear child. By ideal audience, I mean the people you want to watch you. I perform for my dear Gracie. I dedicate each performance to her.”
“Oh – I don’t know who I perform for. I suppose I perform for myself.” I lift my hand up to my mouth and start chewing on my fingernails.
“That’s good, but it’s not enough. If you just performed for yourself, why do you share it?” Madame Arsenault pulls my hand away from my mouth. “And don’t chew your nails dear, it’s a horrid habit.”
“Ok, I perform for myself and others like me.”
“Are all of your performances for yourself?”
“I don’t know. I suppose not. There are times when I perform for my family or my friends. But when I do perform for them, it is different from my normal work. My performances for my nephews are short and fanciful. Performances for my parents are deep but strange. My sister is a very logical person so when I perform for her, everything is straight to the point with no fuss.”
“What about that man of yours? Do you ever perform for him?”
“There are times but those are just for him.”
“And this performance, right now, who is this for?”
“This is for me. It’s weird, wonderful, and strangely to the point.”
This post was writing in response to Blogging 101’s assignment to “Focus on Your Audience”.