The audience has spoke and they are outraged. They have grown irate of the noxious lies. The endless attempts to run them dry, playing the audience as if fools. To bury them to the catacombs of fees, just to appease the actors. The famous seats of the world.
And now, the audience stands, booing with great indignation. Baring anger in hand, "Tear down the stage. Our lives mean nothing to them. They have taken us for jesters, for pockets to line theirs."
"They have taken from us our freedom to be. Slowly suffocating us with their entertainment to dull our senses. Keeping us in the dark as if the sun is no more."
The audience gathers in arms as the actors stare as if appalled. Blinded they say, for they wish only the audience pleasure.
The angry crowd responds,
"But where does the pleasure come when not even the average can watch? Where does the fun live, when not even our hearts can bear a single day. What is our entertainment if we can…