"A Merry Christmas, to the Broadway Knights, I wis--" Yoda said, as Miss Allison Erskine interrupts.
Wait a minute, wait a minte, wait a minute! We have another problem. The Wolfman has given his seal of approval . . . but . . . well . . . it appears he's not the only diva, haunting the GMS stage. Mini-Me has definitely embraced her role as the villain, and has refused to perform, unless she has "someone more interesting in her club." Whatever will Alex say, when he discovers that his presence is not welcome at Club 14? We can't return to our Christmas festivities until we fix this problem. Otherwise, the Actors' Equity Union will shut us down. Just sayin'!
"Always, the Jedis, with my script, have problems. But, a solution to Jack's problem, I have."
Scene. Tuesday afternoon. Three-twenty-eight. Freddie "Mercury" Johnson, who has been moonlighting at Club 14- "Not for the money, but for the music," he says- plays "Bohemian Rhapsody" on an antique concertina. Viola enters, upstage center, dressed in a red sequined dress, carrying a steaming cup of cocoa and a fly-swatter. Blowing the dallop of whipped cream in Freddie's face, she swats the concertina out of his hand, and tells him to get lost. As he slinks off-stage, he is confronted by Viola's new house band coming onstage, the aging rockers, The Asian Rockers, a grunge band from Portland, Maine.
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