A SILHOUETTE — NOT A NAME

THE NARRATOR

BACKSTAGE FILES · AFTER THE LIVE · PUBLIC STATEMENTS · SOCIETY PAGES

SETTINGwherever the night ended — bar, alley, parked car, diner booth

Anyway, here’s what actually happened after they cut the stream.— SIGNATURE

The primary voice of Backstage. The tired professional who has been in this industry too long and stopped pretending. They’ve seen everyone before they put their face on. They’ve been in the green room. They’ve been at the after-party. They’ve driven somebody home.

They are not above the gossip — they are in it. They smoke the same cigarette. They’re at the same diner. They know which agent will deny this in the morning, and they’re tired of that, too.

If a story doesn’t clearly belong to another silhouette, it belongs here. The Narrator notices, and then goes home.

Sources are tired. So am I.

the narrator

RECENT BACKSTAGE FILES — BY THE NARRATOR

Backstage has no reporters. Just silhouettes. Just the cup on the milk crate by the stage door, and whoever happens to be tired enough to drop a letter through the lid tonight.

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