East Wall
The dramedy disaster crew who think they're the best thing since sliced bread, and they need $5 and a recommendation from West Wall to prove it.
I paid $5 to be called a ‘dramatic genius.’ I’m not. I just don’t know how to act.
They said I had ‘potential.’ I asked if that meant I wouldn’t fail. They said, ‘Maybe.’
I got a promotion for saying ‘I am not a fan of this play’ during a monologue. I was right.