(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!

*Light applause*