Chapter 9
A Collaborative Creation
Jeff decides to shift gears. He invites the puppets to contribute ideas, allowing them more creative freedom. This marks a turning point, moving from solo act to a true ensemble comedy.
Jeff sat backstage, the hum of the unseen audience a dull thrum against his eardrums. The air was thick with the scent of cheap hairspray and anticipation, a familiar cocktail that usually invigorated him. Tonight, however, it felt like a suffocating blanket. He’d just finished a particularly grueling Q&A with Walter, a session that had devolved into a heated debate about the existential dread of aging and the diminishing returns of a well-worn punchline.
“Honestly, Jeff,” Walter had grumbled, his wooden lips pursed in a perpetual frown, “another joke about my wife leaving me? It’s not even funny anymore. It’s just… sad. Like watching a rerun of a rerun.”
Jeff had tried to placate him, his own voice laced with a weariness he usually reserved for early morning flights. “It’s a classic, Walter. People expect it.”
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