Know Your Beholder
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (General) North American (US General American - GenAM)Transcript
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earlier tonight, Baylor Phoebe, his daughter Emily, buzzed the attic. It was her father's opening night, and when they arrived back at the house, Baylor was drunk. I need your help, Emily said into the intercom. My dad's had a lot to drink when I met them downstairs, Baylor was yawing up and down the front porch, pushing off the screen panels, barking lines from the play completely and classically *********. He was wearing a charcoal gray suit with a matching fedora and brown wingtips. His tie had been flipped over his shoulder, and a big gravy stains spread across his dress shirt. He was so off balance I was convinced that if he didn't fall on his face and go crashing through the front porch floorboards, he would tear an A C L or break an ankle. He knocked over one of the Rubbermaid ashtrays. Emily followed in his wake, writing the ashtray, trying to guide him like some human dirigible that was losing gas. But it is the word of your own doing. Baylor cried to some phantom audience that seemed to be closing in on him with knives on where you're down and out, he bellowed, whirling on them. Remember what did it we were writing somewhere beside the railroad tracks. Remember? Don't you dare blame it on me. His eyes were wild, his head thrust moon word he hissed Cilla Bentley between sentences. The kind ist man on earth was suddenly a pathetically drunk and embittered. Run away house beast! Daddy! Come on now, Emily implored, coaxing him with her hand on his back. He seemed to focus for a moment, grew very still, closing and then, opening his inflamed eyes, he teetered, shuffled his feet, finding purchase. Finally, he relented, and she took him by the arm and guided him down to the wicker love seat, which I thought would surely cave in. But it didn't. She managed to get him to lean back on it. His enormous stomach rose and fell like some continent struggling to rise out of the sea. His breaths were long and deep and troubled. Emily undid the top button of his dress shirt and loosened his tie. He passed out in about 12 seconds, his mouth wide open. Emily explained that after the curtain call, he wouldn't take his costume off. He's still wearing it, she continued. He hasn't come out of character of the whole night. At first everyone was getting a kick out of it, she said. And he was the life of the cast party. But things started to turn dark and weird. He kept quoting the play and telling the actor who played Biff that he'd better start thinking about his future in a real way and that he should give the pen he'd stolen back to Bill Oliver. I asked if Baylor was maybe joking. He was dead serious, she said. You could see it in his eyes. It was like he crossed over to the other side. Apparently, the director had to ask Emily to take Baylor home. She was worried that he wouldn't be well enough for the next evening show. I asked Emily how the actual performance had gone. He was magnificent.