I should have been more careful, really.
I was really bored and wanted to write something, so I asked my friend Kelly what I should write.
|Kelly, you fiend.|
Kelly, you evil genius you. I want to write a play about a young concert pianist who’s retired and puts a goldfish in his piano for every one of his friends and family who tries to talk him into going back.
This is all your fault!
Oh well, with friends like Kelly, who needs an imagination?