“All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages . . .”

-William Shakespeare

“Hey.”

“Yeah?”

“I’m bored”

“What’re ya lookin’ to do?”

“I’m not sure. Mostly waiting for something exciting to happen, I suppose.”

“Wanna stir things up?”

“We could. Which one of us would do it?”

“How ‘bout we flip a coin?”

“We always do that. Besides, it looks like we won’t have to.”

“Man, the timing of that is great! Let’s go!”

“Calm down. Same roles for the first act?”

“Nah. Let’s keep ‘em for the whole play. You remember how the last one turned out.”

“Fine. I do hate our method of transportation, though. My hair is absolutely dreadful afterwards.”

“Can it. If you wanna go some other way, take it up with the big guy. For now, just grab your coat.”

“Right. Off we go. I do hope we get a better audience this time.”

“Audience? I like crowd participation the most.”

Author's Notes:

Let's see where this takes us! This story has been an idea I've had for over a year, and I decided to finally go and publish it. Leave a comment about what you liked/didn't or what I could do better as the story progresses. Please don't just downvote because you don't like the premise, downvote if I did a bad job writing or something like that. Any grammar, punctuation, or fluency mistakes I missed are welcome to be pointed out in the comments section. Onwards!