The scenic part of life is that it is a play. As a performer, Chomby knew this well. With how life was, he couldn't help but feel like he didn't belong in this play.

There was no role that suited him. Nothing. There was nothing else like him, but he had to pretend he was something... something more than misaligned part in his soul. What was he meant to be? Nobody could understand where he was from because he never belonged in the first place.

"When will it be me? When will I find out what I'm meant for?" Chomby asked himself. He looked in the mirror of his green room and sighed. "There's nothing that fits me. There's nothing I can be." Chomby lowered his ears and snarled at himself. "I don't fit anywhere."

Someone knocked on the door, jolting Chomby out of his thoughts.

"Yes?" Chomby called.

"Live in T-minus five, Mister Chomby. Everything alright in there?" It was Bailey - a stagehand he met at this venue two days ago during dress rehearsal.

"Just amping myself up," Chomby said as he rushed to the door to open it. He looked down to see that Bailey was holding out a water bottle for him.

"Oh, uh, thanks," Chomby said. He then gently pushed it back to her. "I apologize, but I can't drink water right now."

"Our stage manager insisted that I take care of you, so please, drink before you go on. you won't be able to drink anything until intermission." Bailey pushed it toward Chomby. He removed his hand which caused her to press the bottle into his belly. She blushed. "Oh, uh, sorry... you're surprisingly soft."

"It's the polyester," Chomby chuckled. Though he knew Bailey would think he was referring to his stage outfit, he was referring to himself. He was a jacket.

But then, what role did that make him? Was he supposed to be a jacket? Jackets didn't move. Jackets never did anything aside from be worn. They couldn't do anything. Yet here Chomby was, going on stage to sing. Jackets didn't sing.

So... what was he? What was he made for?

Chomby took the water and quickly chugged it down. He passed the water bottle back to her.

"Good," Bailey said. "Now, when the lights turn on, go out on stage. Act surprised when you come out."

Chomby nodded. He remembered the skit that was supposed to happen before he performed.

"Pretend you're in a play," Bailey said.

Pretend? Chomby looked from Bailey to the stage. The lights turned on.

Life IS a play... Chomby just never fit the part.

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Next song is out! Here is Dramaturgy! Dramaturgy

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Art/Story/Chomby (C)  Juntarhenogu Me