A Fateful Encounter

Hello there.

I know we haven’t met—not yet—but I got a strong feeling about you, mama. I think we could have some real good times together.

“Excuse me? I’m just waiting here for the bus. Please leave me alone.”

No, no. Don’t say a word. Just relax. Let me do the talking while you rest those honey lips.

You’re probably wondering who I am. I bet you are, I saw you making eyes at me as I was locking my bike to that disabled parking space sign a minute ago. Let me tell you up front—I got nothing to hide—I’m a new local theatre, sweet thing. The name’s MAN RESEARCH THEATRE.

Let me tell you a little about myself. I used to work up in North Miami, at the Luna Star Café. I read some plays up there. First I read the all-original COUCH PLAY, a little something a friend of mine put together. Maybe you know him, Theo Reyna?

“You’re making me very uncomfortable.”

Shhh, shh, sh. It wasn’t long after that I read a little something called SPELLBOUND, another original work by Jeremiah Musgrove.

That felt so good I produced another play of Jeremiah’s, AN EXPERIMENT, last fall. I previewed it at ArtWalk, putting up a free scene on the sidewalk, before premiering the full production at a studio in Wynwood.

Since then, I’ve been working on a lot of things to sweeten you up with. I got this real nice spot up in Miami Shores called the Sandbox. It’s real cozy, just right for an intimate little get-together. I’m going to be doing a play up there,

COUCH PLAY by Theo Reyna on October 21^st and 22^nd at 8pm.

The reading last year was good. It was real good. And when something feels good, I just want to keep doing it, you feel me? O, I think you do, mama. Maybe you want to come. We could get to know each other a little bit.

What do you say, sweetheart?

“Oh. You want… You just want me to come to your play?”

O, I would love for you to come.

“How much does it cost to get in?”

You just bring your sexy self, sweet mama, and I’ll take care of the rest.

“You’re putting up a free play?”

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Everybody knows, when you’re feeling the love, nothing could be more right than giving a little love in return. $5 would be nice. $25 would be sweet ecstasy.

“Are you crazy or something?”

I’m crazy for something, mama. Crazy for you.

“This is my bus. I have to go.”

Have a sexy day, sweetheart. I’ll be seeing you.