Danfree

The problem—one of the problems, anyway—with rehearsing a semi-rambling 25-page monologue created by a crazy guy who also happens to write really catchy pop songs is that even on your day off, after two days straight of drilling lines, repeating little tiny sections over and over and over again until every, “you know what I mean?”, “it absolutely freaked me out!”, and “it’s absolutely beautiful,” is in place is that even when you get a day off after this and you promise yourself you’re going to have a “Dan-free day” you still walk around singing, “I am a baby in my universe, I’ll live forever,” in your head because the songs are just so fucking sticky.

I can try to turn that tape off…but I won’t. I won’t.  He’ll go right on singing. He is like a nasty habit. I, it’s just, there is no end.*

* That is a paraphrased excerpt from the play.