October, 2010. A line of people extend from center stage. They stand on a thin, orange carpet. They all wear orange and black. Some push and shove. Some high five each other. Some cry. Commotion. A man in an old-timey conductor's uniform enters, pulling a Red Flyer wagon. He stops in front of the first person. He blows a whistle that hangs around his neck.
CONDUCTOR: All aboard!
The first person gets in the wagon. He screams and yells and throws his fists in the air as he is pulled offstage. CONDUCTOR reenters with the wagon. He stops in front of the next person in line.
CONDUCTOR: All aboard!
The second person gets in the wagon. She is crying tears of joy. She is pulled offstage. CONDUCTOR reenters, visibly tired and annoyed. He stops in front of the next person in line. He examines the growing line of people. It extends miles and miles and miles offstage. He sighs.
CONDUCTOR: (calling offstage) I think we're going to need a bigger wagon!
The crowd envelopes him. They chant and scream. Journey's "Don't Stop Believing" plays. The crowd sings along. Lights out.
End.
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