The Mullah hears that a Shakespearean theater troupe needs an extra actor for its upcoming production.
He’d always wanted to be an actor! It was only a bit part, but the Mullah’s foot would be in the door to fame and fortune!
The role was that at the beginning of the third act to loudly exclaims, “Hark, I hear the cannons roar!”
So he rehearsed it over and over: “Hark! I hear the cannon roar! Hark! I hear the cannon roar! Hark! I hear the cannon roar!” in every possible variation, emphasis and intonation. He had it down! It was locked in. But even so, he continued rehearsing just to be certain.
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Opening night finally arrives. Mullah has the same jitters that even seasoned pros get. The first and second acts go well with much applause. Stage manager says, “Two minutes til you’re on,” Mullah. “Take your position.”
The curtain rises, the lights come up. He’s on his mark, all the while still quietly repeating under his breath, “Hark! I hear the cannon roar!”
Just then he hears a deafening K-A-B-O-O-O-O-M!!! He jumps out of his skin!
“Jesus! What the hell was that?”