Daddy . . . I mean Yoda . . . we have a problem! It appears that the Wolfman's debut as leading man has left him feeling like a diva, refusing to play a fashion consultant. So I guess we're going to have to scrap our original idea- that was so good!- and start all over again. You know how it is: nobody respects the brilliance of the playwright . . . just sayin'!
"Kay-o, kay-o, kay-o! Write a tailored role, acceptable to Mr. Rogers, I will."
Scene. A city street in the Louisiana delta. Stage right, we see a Starbucks, owned by Pierre "Schwarzenegger" Lafitte and his betrothed, Antoinette "Snoopy" Balfour. Antoinette has left her life as a mall managers daughter, changed her name, to search for life's meaning. Next door, center stage, is Club 14, an avant-garde discotheque owned and operated by the villainness, Viola "Jack" Long, a distant relative of the infamous Huey Long. In order to drive business to his establishment, Pierre moonlights as the emcee at the club on weekends, when Reba Wilson Firestone rolls into town to perform torch songs for the college students who travel to the metropolis from LSU. A second Starbucks, owned by the star-crossed lover Bradley "Wolfman" Thompson- who always dresses in dark suits, starched white shirts, and lime-green ties- abuts Club 14, stage left. Brad's love interest, Georgia peach Cheyenne Ariel Harris, has promised to marry him when he finally learns "to wipe the smirk off your face." Brad has recently hired former skater, Freddie "Mercury" Johnson, who aspires to become the next Billy Joel, to play piano in his cafe. Freddie plays seventies songs every time Brad enters the set.
As the curtain opens, we see the two Starbucls owners leering at each other across the set, Bradley still having not learned how to wipe the smirk off his face. Pierre has brought in a group of Beat Girls from New York City to dance in front of his establishment. Brad has hired a ballerina from the Baton Rouge Ballet to compete. Viola has brought in a former mall security guard from Detroit to maintain her iron-fisted control of the street.
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