Narrator: Once upon a time there was a man—er, a woman who—
Director: Stop.
(Director sighs)
Director: Look, Narrator, you need to stop fumbling over your words.
Narrator: I-I do? I do. Yes.
(Director looks at Cameraman)
(Cameraman tilts camera at Curtain)
(Curtain opens slowly)
Narrator: Once upon a time, there was a woman named Rose who loved roses.
(Curtains open slowly, showing Blue Background)
(Rose walks onto Stage, as Red Roses and a White Rose bloom)
Director: No! White Rose, what are you doing here?
(Director steps angrily onto stage and stares down at the White Rose)
White Rose: Props Manager told me that I should be here. And Narrator didn't specify that the roses had to be red. He said 'who loved roses.' That's not my fault!
(Director purses lips and steps down from the stage)
Director: Fine. Just to make it clear, from now on, the roses can only be red. That means that you, White Rose, need to get off the stage, and those Yellow Roses at the back need to stop lining for audition! Red Roses only! Understood, Narrator?
Narrator: Yes, Director.
Director: Right, then. Let's start.
(Cameraman adjusts camera at stage)
(Curtains open)
Narrator: Once upon a time, there was a woman named Rose who loved roses.
Director: Stop! Red Roses! Start again.
(Curtains close)
(Curtains open)
Narrator: Once upon a time, there was a woman named Rose who loved red roses.
(Rose steps onto stage, where Red Roses bloom)
Narrator: And perhaps roses loved her as much as she loved them, for they would bloom and dance before her.
(Red Roses start dancing and twirling around each other)
(Cameraman focuses the camera at the dancing roses, then back to the stage)
Narrator: They would dance around each other, with each other, and even take each other out to dinner.
Director: Stop.
(Director sighs)
Director: And 'they' are who exactly, Narrator? You have to be specific. Or else the Audience will not know.
(Curtains start closing)
Narrator: I will keep that in mind, Director.
Director: Start again.
(Curtains start opening)
Narrator: Once upon a time, there was a woman by the name of Rose who dearly loved red roses.
(Rose enters the stage)
Narrator: And likewise the red roses would love her back as dearly. They would often dance for hours on end, until the sky darkened and the stars brightened.
(Rose sways slightly as light, classical piano music plays. Red Roses start twirling around her as the blue background turns dark and stars are lowered)
(Cameraman tilts the camera)
Narrator: However, one day Rose died.
(Rose falls onto a bed and her eyes close)
Narrator: The flowers loved Rose dearly, but they, unlike her, would not die. So they bid her farewell and killed a White Rose and placed it in her hands.
(White Rose blooms and is killed by the Red Roses)
(White Rose rises into the air and is placed onto Rose's hands)
Narrator: The End.
(Moral of Story: Sometimes when you think someone is wrong, and they actually are wrong, they may not always be wrong. Eventually they may be right.
The Director was right that a White Rose was not needed. However it later was needed. You will not always remain right.)
(2nd Moral of Story: You may love someone, and they may love you, but eventually one of you will die and you will realise that you can live life perfectly well without them. If you think you can live happily without them, then you can. It's all up to how you think.
And if you don't realise that, they you go crazy internally, either killing yourself or get yourself killed. Or you may be forced to remain alive against your own wishes.
You may be none of those.)
(3rd Moral of Story: No-one is all-knowing. You can't know everything, and if you do know everything, you still can't know if you know everything. You may be certain of it, but you have no way of knowing if everything you know is everything there is to know. So you may know more than everyone else in the universe, but you have no possible way of knowing if there is someone out there that knows more than you, since you don't know.
No-one is all-knowing. If you are, then rethink. If you still think so, then rethink again. Rethink until you agree)
(4th Moral of Story aka Most Important: If someone doesn't agree with you, you don't have to convince them that you are right. You either make sure that they know everyone else is wrong, or you make it so that all the others are absolutely illogical and that they are so silly and stupid that they can only agree with you.
If they still don't agree with you, force them to agree with you. They will comply eventually, even if they die, since you can decide what a dead person thinks as they have no more right over their life legally as they are dead.)
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