(A\N I seem to have writers block on Fanfiction only... So I made it into a play on Fictionpress!)
Crowd: *Whispering like in the movies before the play starts*
*Lights go dim as a single spotlight shows on me in jeans, a blue blouse, a blue fedora with a black bow and my favorite pair of boots*
Me: I... Have... Writers... Blo-o-o-o-ck!
*Jazz-y music starts as backup dancers and singers walk on stage*
Me: I have wri-i-i-i-ters block, and it sucks majorl-y-y-y-y.
Backup singers: She has writers blo-o-o-ock!
Me: Writers block is a pain in our bu-u-u-u-tts!
Backup singers: Pain in our bu-u-u-u-tts!
Backup dancers: *doing that thing that involves linking arms and kicking their legs side to side*
Me: If you've ever had writers blo-o-o-o-ck, you're probably singing alo-o-o-o-ng!
Backup singers: Singing alo-o-o-o-ng!
Backup dancers: *Still doing that leg kicking thing*
Me: I hate that thing when you have no ide-e-a-a-a-s!
Backup singers: No id-e-e-a-a-a-s!
Me: I wish these idots will quit repeating everything I sa-a-a-a-y!
Backup singers: She- hey!
Me: Mwha. Ha. Ha. Ha-a-a-a-a!
Backup singers: *Trying to kill me for calling them idiots*
Me: Guitar solo!
*Dude with a green mohawk slides on his knees with a guitar*
Dude with mohawk: RRRRAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!
Crowd: *Covering their ears*
*Back to jazz music*
Me: Nothing like a case of... Writers... Blo-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-ck!
*Fireworks go off behind me as I end with a big finish*
Me: Writers block!