Lights up. Riley Kendall is on stage. His head is hung, and he looks severely depressed. A microphone is in his hand. He lifts his head and speaks directly to the audience.
Riley: (With confidence) My name is Riley Kendall. I’m thirty-three years old, and I live in Greenville, South Carolina. I was born and raised under the roof of my abusive father, Archie, in the dark North Carolinian forests. He left me living in fear until I was twenty-eight years old. I never had a friend until I was twenty-eight, either. My first friend was six-year-old Mallory Narrow, and she and her mother, Mary Clarissa Narrow, helped me understand that I was meant to sing. Together, with their help, I started a rock band known as The Dreaded Miracles. The meaning of The Dreaded Miracles is that “there are still miracles waiting for you, even if you have lived a dreaded life”. All members of the band, Christopher, Conner, Max, and myself, grew up under a cloud of dread. We are all alike, and that’s why we get along so well. However, my obsessive-compulsive disorder (OCD) with singing caused the band to fall apart one day. This is the story you’ll be hearing today. The story of how I, Riley Kendall, made a foolish mistake because of my addiction to get our first album, One and Eight, perfect. I disappointed not only Christopher, Conner, and Max, but my wife, Mary Clarissa Kendall, and daughter, Mallory Kendall, too. And the only thing that was left behind was the bittersweet story.
Riley Kendall again lowers his head. Lights down.
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