By Livia Turnbull, Humour Editor
Have you ever had a dream where
you’re trying to find a SkyTrain at a
crowded mall when somebody asks
if you would go to community centre for
two hours in exchange for twenty dollars
Once there, you find out that you’re playing Mrs. Lovett
in a stage production of Sweeney Todd, but you know none
of the lines and the audience is filled with unknown people.
You’re on stage, hoping these people aren’t fanatics.
Instead of the first line, “A customer!” you say instead
“Are you teaching me to sing, Mr. Todd?”
Awkward silence fills the room and you definitely know
That you’ve done something terribly wrong. Mea Culpa.
