The Show Must Go On

The final dress rehearsal has come and gone, and these petulant worms have hardly an ounce to give me! Alcott and Bancroft give their performances well, but I must chain them up in the night to keep them from deserting me. Even worse, Blythe's speech has started to slur- and last night she tried to cleave my head from off of my shoulders! I'm keeping Blythe under lock and key until further notice, as it is clear she is unable to perform. To prevent the spread of her feral nature, I've kept her locked away, far from the others. Elizabeth, to my dismay, was distraught when I informed her that she would play the role instead- but the show must go on! She has not died before thus far, and that will make the beheading even sweeter… Oh joy! What a show this will be! Cleave's Point will be in awe of my brilliance! -William Eastburn