The Jester was born from a concoction of ambition, enterprise, and desperation. I had written plays and screenplays for the past 10-years with mixed success. How to Kill Puppies Without Remorse, an adaptation, was staged in 2021 and a few alms where added to my bank account from writing competitions. If I were to compare my status to anything, it would be a high school football star – an idol among his peers, a prick among strangers. Worst of all, I realized no woman would ever want to date a writer with one writing credit to his name, and the gods knows I love women.
I needed a bigger opportunity. I needed exposure.
So, what did I do, I called up my friend and announced, “We’re gonna produce a show this summer. I figure I should go through the formality of telling you you’re the director.” He of course was floored by this statement and I was quite pleased with myself. Unbeknownst the me, he was not floored from excitement, he was floored from shock. His heart completely stopped beating. Luckily, it was only for a moment. Any longer and he might have died. This would have meant I needed a new director, and everyone knows I hate directors. They always take my writing and spin it around their finger like they own it. PLAYS ARE NOT SOLD, THEY’RE LEASED! The all caps is for any directors who think they own a play. You know who I’m talking about – Yeah, I’m talking to you!
I would have been sad too, less because he was dead and more because I’d need to attend a funeral. Dreary things those funerals. Alas, my friend lives today. Thank the gods for that. Now I only have to deal with one director. One is quite enough for me.
My next words nearly stopped his heart a second time, “By the way, we don’t have a play yet, I figure we could write one.” There was a long pause. If I recall correctly, it’s because my friend had choked on his spit. Finally, he coughed, “okay.”
We began shooting ideas past each other. One, two, three, four… five hundred and sixty three. You see, my friend and I can never agree on anything, least of all creative endeavors. He wanted to do a happy go lucky comedy and I wanted to do a dark and dreary high fantasy exploration of nihilistic philosophy and human depravity. I guess we landed somewhere in the middle.
That middle ground is a play we call The Jester. A nihilistic happy go lucky comedy of historical fantasy and human depravity. That my friends is the baby of ambition, enterprise, and desperation.
*Don’t try this at home