Again, with trust - script
The House of Masks presents the tale of the ASS, the FOX and the LION.
Trust
The non-conformist with the stubborn, or perhaps determined, chin steps into the chamber with trust.
Like it were the first time reading the acrylic sign on the marble altar.
Like it were the first time stroking the mane on the ASS mask before donning it.
Like it were the first time examining the chamber, thinking about which door to use next.
With a tentative stance waiting to be seen, waiting to be appraised, waiting for instruction.
If you were in the room, you would have already decided if you were going to be friends.
You would have noticed the anxious stance, the tip of the finger furtively running along the cold stone.
The pause before stepping away from the altar.
But if you were here you would understand this strange place: how memories are forgotten on entry.
With each new visit a new door is tried, or perhaps an old one revisited anew..
With each visit comes the hope that this is the door that will lead away from this place.
A door back to the before or perhaps to something new, anywhere but back to this chamber.
The strategy today is friendship, surely this will be the key to conquering the House of Masks.
Approach everyone as if they are, or will be, best friends forever.
And if this approach has been used before it will not matter because this will be like it were the first time.
Like it were the first time opening the door with the velvet panels.
To a room with a silent dance floor.
A naked FOX and a naked LION turn silently, staring, motionless, the naked ASS waits.
The TANNOY announces: NOW BEGINS THE TALE OF THE ASS, THE FOX AND THE LION.
You know ASS and FOX, pretend BFFs
Nights out in the forest, the toughest of roughs
Now FOX fearing LION begged for protection
How LION laughed at FOX’s assumption
If FOX bound up ASS, LION’d let FOX be
The conniving FOX trussed ASS like a turkey
And in strolled old LION with pupils dilating
Destroyed stupid FOX with a fine ASS awaiting.
