[Scene: Rehearsal for Circe. Venus dressed as a heliotrope in furs is practicing the Dance of the Hours with the Roygbiv Vance dancers: Rose, Sevilla, Citronelle, Esmeralde, Pervinca, Indra, and Viola. The director is perched in the upstage grid and the stage manager and asm are in the booth. The nobleman, McIntosh, the newsboys, a hag carrying a bottle and Grace Darling are waiting stage right to rehearse their number: “O by the by that Lotion”]
God [On the god mic. Always on the damn god mic. Does he really need the entire house to hear him? Really?] I know the sun sets in the west Venus, I was the one who put it there in the first place!
Venus: The hell you were!
God: Nevermind the direction, this is theatre! Our business is illusion. We are representing truth, not telling it. Who bloody cares if the sun is setting in the Southeast?
Venus: I do! I need to absorb all the reality I can so my instrument can feel the very atmosphere of the scene. How can I do that if you move the sun to the wrong place?
God: Look, you think it’s easy to move the sun around? My joints are on the rack!
Jesus: Dad? Those distant hills seem coming nigh.
God: I know, they needed to be closer for this scene. Ignore them, the’ll stop soon.
Venus: Listen God, I need the light to set in the west: it is a kind of reassuring. I can’t. I can’t work like this.
[A feather falls slowly from the grid, lands on Venus’ head. She bursts into tears.]
Venus: [Addressing the bird in the grid] Thanks. You’ve always brought me such peace. You really are a promise of hope to me. The girls too. Sorry I got your names mixed up Indra, Viola.
Viola: Don’t worry about it love. Shall we go again?
Venus: Who is that guy?
Jesus: Nobody knows, he just showed up. Wait. Where did he go? Doesn’t he know it’s damn frustrating when people appear and disappear just like that!
God: Never mind him, he was probably just a mirage. Now Venus, the director wants you to practice in front of a mirror, hold his feather while you do it if it helps you.
Venus: There’s no way I can do that. I don’t want to see myself, that would shatter the reality I’m creating.
God: It’s hard I know, but still you learn something. We all could stand to see ourselves as other see us. That’s the way to find out. See yourself, scowl or smile, then ask yourself, who am I now? Will you try it?
Venus: Can I do it naked?
God: So long as women don’t mock what matter?