Please.

Hello. My name is Kevin. Me llamo Kevin. I would like to star in your musical. I would like to be given the lead role in your musical production. Many years ago I was struck by a UPS truck and spent months in a sanitarium on the outskirts of Alberta. After the accident I found I had gained a newfound ability to sing gaily in front of New York’s elite. Doctors couldn’t explain it. I began a tour across the country, which drew sell-out crowds. Offers poured in. I found myself with untold riches at my disposal. Corporations, eager to have me as their spokesperson, paid for my homes and automobiles. Then, suddenly, just as I was peaking, I was struck by a DHL van outside of Athens. And just as this ability to sing so beautifully had appeared in such a freak manner, it instantly disappeared in precisely the same way. Which brings me to Guatemala and your little theatre. You see, I am desperate for work. I would like to star in your musical. I am extremely talented. My name is Kevin.