"Why is theater so appealing to you?" He gayly asked, curious as ever.
"Because I get to step out onto the stage and be someone else for awhile." Forget Ryan and all his problems. "To become someone imaginary, it's a form of escape."
He heard her wicked nastily, just inches away. "Running from who you are again, is it any wonder that the same things keep happening to you and you end up in the same place?!?" Her voice taunted and tortured him. "That's the definition of insanity, you know, my young one. You see life as always handing you lemons, when someone out there is dying for a few hundred gallons of lemonade. You poor, starving son of a bitch you! Burn it all up, just like that, wouldn't you, you ill conceived devil you!"
Randy heard her shuffle off the stage, another spirit there to haunt his consciousness.
She would haunt him in that theater for years.
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