"Your highschool drama department is proud to present two one-acts by Woody Allen: Death and God, starring..."
And in starts a list of my classmates. I shift myself around to get more comfortable as my peer reads the list of people who are starring in the play. The funny boy who's half my size. A boy I kissed. His best friend. So on, so forth. I yawn.
"...and..."
And.
And the last name.
The last name is mine.