HALLOWEEN PLAY CONTINUES........

ISABELLA: Don't fucking bore me with your bullshit. I can kill all of you.

 I have a bucket full of blood which looks like stage blood, but it's not.

. Its real blood. The real death,

visited me earlier this morning in my nightmare and told me that the," Play you

took part in for no money on halloween night will bore you to death. So be ready to kill them all. Here is their real blood already in this bucket for you. They will think its fake stage blood and they will laugh at you as if you are not for real but once this blood is spilled, they all will be dead. Dead...Dead...Dead...Dead.

Their death has to come to them, halloween or no halloween.

Tell them TO LET YOU SING BECAUSE YOU ARE A SINGER AND ITS PART OF

YOUR CONTRACT TO SING....YOU ARE A SINER RIGHT? "

"NOW YOU CAN LIE TO THE PLAYRIGHT BUT NOT TO ME, I AM DEATH

I DON'T TOLERATE SUCH NONSENSE. NOW TELL ME, ARE YOU A REAL

SINGER OR A FAKE SINGER? DID YOU LIE TO GET A PART IN THIS DEADLY

PLAY? AND IF YOU ARE A REAL SINGER...SING THAN...SING LOUD AND

CLEAR WITH HARMONY. THAT'S THE ONLY WAY YOU CAN PROVE THAT

YOU ARE A REAL SINGER AND NOT A FAKE SINGER LIKE ALL OTHER

ACTRESSESS WHO CAN NEVER CARRY A NOTE BUT THEY SAY THEY ARE

SINGERS. THE ONLY WAY YOU CAN PROVE THAT YOU ARE A REAL SINGERIS

BY SINGING AND ONLY WAY A PLAYWRIGHT CAN PROVE THAT HE IS A

PLAYWRIGHT IS BY WRITING A GOD DAMNED LOUSY, SHITTY, BORING,

MEDIOCRE PLAY.

 BY WRITING ONE."

And than I woke up from my nightmare and yes I remember death told me one

more thing. The death said," AND THE ONLY WAY THE DEATH CAN PROVE

ITSELF IS BY KILLING ALL OF YOU INCLUDING ME IF YOU DON'T ALLOW

ME TO SING."

So do you want to fucking delay your deaths on such a scary night or not?

And if you want to live LET ME SING...

HAHAHA: SING THAN...SING....Why are you fucking begging for permission to sing if you

are a singer? GO AHEAD AND SING. I AM A SPIRIT. I AM YOUR SPIRIT.

I GIVE YOU THE PERMISSION TO SING...SING HONEY AND KEEP SINGING

DON'T LET THAT LIVING DEVIL STOP YOU OR ANY DEAD DEVIL STOP YOU.

SING AND KEEP SINGING...SING ON HALLOWEEN NIGHT AND ON ALL

NIGHTS...NEVER STOP SINGING...YOU ARE A SINGER...

(Addresses the playwright)

Where is the playwright? (Shouts) Playwright? Playwright?

Where is the playwright? Not here? That's a surprise...A playwright is not

present at his own play's premier...hings have changed...artists have become

lazy...And tired. I think the playwright is resting at home...Sleeping.

But doesn't matter if the playwright is here or not, sleeping or awake...He must

keep writing, keep writing if you dare call yourself a playwright than keep

writing plays...You hear? Keep writing plays. Don't let the devil stop you

and there are real devils out there...Don't let them stop you..,Don't even let

death stop you...Fake death or real death...Keep writing...All your plays will

BE PUBLISHED AFTER YOUR REAL DEATH BUT TILL THEN KEEP WRITING.

THIS DEVIL WITH THE SCARY MASK IS TRYING TO INTIMIDATE YOU....

DEFY THE DEVIL. DEFY ALL DEVILS...ASK THEM TO WRITE ONE

SENTENCE...AND THEY WILL PERSPIRE TILL THEY EVAPORATE...

DEFY MONEY, DEFY SUCCESS, DEFY DEVILS AND KEEP WRITING AND

SINGING AND DANCING TILL THE DEATH COMES...AND THAN YOU DANCE

THE DANCE OF DEATH...I AM FROM THE INFERIOR RACE ACCORDING TO

THE DEVIL BUT I AM GIVING YOU A SUPERIOR ADVICE BECAUSE I AM A

SPIRIT FROM THE EAST AND THE WEST AND I TELL YOU KEEP SINGING

KEEP CREATING TILL THE DEATH COMES AND IT WILL COME...

I PROMISE YOU THAT IT WILL COME...TILL THAN, SING ...

ALWAYS PUT A SONG IN YOUR PLAY...THE SONG SCARES THE DEVIL..SEE

HOW QUIET THE DEVIL IS ALREADY...SING AND PLAY...EVEN THE

DEATH WILL WAIT TILL THE SONG IS OVER...MAKE YOUR SONG A VERY

MELODIOUS SONG...SING...THE DEATH IS WAITING...

ISABELLA START TO SING A BEAUTIFUL SONG.

LIGHTS FADE

END OF PLAY