New hell for the entertainer class
Went last night to a “salon” performance, where two different actresses presented excerpts from solo pieces in someone’s living room. Among the ten or so attendees were two gay men of about 30 or 35. I overheard one of them telling a third man:
I just closed a production of Macbeth at Fort Point, and now we’re hanging out as much as possible for the next week. and then I’m leaving town for six months. I have a gig. In Abu Dhabi. Well, it’s a ten-minute two-man slapstick tire-changing routine. It’s at “Ferarri World.” We’ll do it five times a day.
All right… The same ten-minute slapstick tire-changing routine, done five times a day for six months. How much can you vary a ten-minute routine? How soon before the temptation to sabotage the sponsor’s message becomes too great to resist?
The website says the “world’s largest indoor theme park” is open seven days a week. I wonder what he’ll do on his day off in a gay-hating Arab city-state where it will be 125 degrees outdoors. I wonder what the accomodations are like. I wonder what the pay schedule is — no doubt they withhold most of your pay til you fulfill your contract. I wonder what your rights are. I wonder if you have any rights.
Can you imagine? It sounds like Chapter 1 of a drug-addiction memoir, or a “I was gay in an Arab prison” memoir, or something equally dire. I know — a job’s a job. But IN HELL. For SIX MONTHS.