It is I, Faustus. I have returned.
Yesterday was the reading of my concentration camp musical.
There is a lot of rewriting and fixing to be done, but when a quarter of the actors and half the audience are crying by the end of the show, you’re probably doing something right.
yay for faustus! now call me so we can have (hotsex) lunch sometime! 😉
Don’t you have a boyfriend?
Very Funny! Your a gay man after my own heart….plus…come on Bernadette…share the love baby!
Yay! Welcome back.
It was a fabulous show, and Faustus’s music was the best part of all. I spilled a bag of orange juice all over the floor, though.
Why were they crying?
Surely the show wasn’t that bad?
Does the show involve a lot of onion? Or tear gas?