SHOWMASTER HEART GAME (SUNDAY)(MORNING)

[showmaster]

A familiar voice can be heard above you, you're not sure if they're talking to you or not but it does feel like you're part of this conversation:

"What a Wonderful Story that you have. I've read it many times when I was feeling sad. You know, I wanted to keep it in my personal collection, but it doesn't seem that's going to be possible. To grant my wish, I'd have to sacrifice what it means to be a reader ... to become the story. That's The End that I'm looking for.

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[ticketmaster]

[She holds out "TICKETMASTER" to him.]

You can have this one or choose one of the others if you feel like it.

[taking_pains]

What is the difference between them?

[ticketmaster]

Where you are now is a physical representation of the Showmaster's psyche and memories. Each path goes down a different "part" of her. Pain, Regrets, Goals, Love, Family, Stories, all of that belongs to her.

[taking_pains]

And this one?

[He reaches out, carefully, to accept the ticket]

[ticketmaster]

It is the part about me. Well, there's two different lines but you won't know which one you'll end up on. There's the "story" version and perhaps the "human" version.

[taking_pains]

I see.

[He turns the ticket over in his hand]

...and you are not bothered, that someone will see it?

[ticketmaster]

At this point . . . maybe it doesn't matter what we want. We, as in, myself and the Showmaster.

Mysteries won't solve anything.

[taking_pains]

But you think that this might.

[A pause, as he considers]

Very well, then. I will see what I can find.

[showmaster]

You will find something, I'm sure.

[But before he can say anything else, the ticketmaster pushes him through the subway train door.]