He was the great pretender. For some unknown reason finding himself at the studios of Saturday Night Live at what he surmised was a simple rehearsal. There by no other fact of simply standing around like he belonged. A someone having no business there spontaneously working around the edges worming his way across the floor behind the imrov of the regular players. Sucking up the electric juices that bounced out of the camera off the floor occasionally towards his direction. Slowly drawn to their illumination like the branches of a plant leaning ever closer to the rays of the morning Sun. A silent pantomime that came spontaneously born of both nervousness and hopeful vanity. So much so that he was unable to stop. Inching his way twisting and turning like a nervous caterpillar compelled into slow motion oblivious to the mounting ire of the seasoned performers who found his nagging presence irritatingly inane. But the cameras continued to turn onto his antics as they snuck past the background for they were so off ‘beatly‘ bizarre that their persistence lended itself to universal fascination. To be sure, he could no longer help himself but continue do them. Pissing off Beluchi and another weekly regular who tried mightily to ignore him by silently mocking him with their disdain. The tick starting to become perpetual like some spastic bad impression of a nineteen-fifties spook. An awkward Vampira or inexplicably human SiFi‘ blob! To the other performer’s horror the show’s producer was beginning to see some merit in having him do his wordless ‘schtick‘ on his show possibly as a regular. This upstart from nowhere who like all the rest of the performers was viciously commited to leave an impression before as big of an audience as he could grab on his own at any cost.
The Great Pretender