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It was long and deep, as any tragedy should be. After a drawn out silly-season, the media gathered for the opening, eager to witness the much awaited comeback of Pemberton’s work.
After two hours, of which one was an exasperating monologue, the journalist of a smallish publication stood up.
“Kill him already!”
Silence invaded the theater.
In a fit of rage, Pemberton hurried across the stage, coming from behind the curtain, and threw one of the props, a rather heavy one, at the journalist.
Unfortunately, having his masterpiece ruined was not the lowest moment of Pemberton’s day… or following years.
After two hours, of which one was an exasperating monologue, the journalist of a smallish publication stood up.
“Kill him already!”
Silence invaded the theater.
In a fit of rage, Pemberton hurried across the stage, coming from behind the curtain, and threw one of the props, a rather heavy one, at the journalist.
Unfortunately, having his masterpiece ruined was not the lowest moment of Pemberton’s day… or following years.
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