The Afterparty

by Joseph Grant

The next time I die I will stay there if given the choice again; as there seems to be even more interesting people this time around, unfortunately. The last play I had been in had run its course but stupid me, ever the actor and ever the egotist, had heard about an interesting new part, much different than the last, so I took it. I had forgotten about how hard it was, getting to know your character again, memorizing your lines and hitting your mark each time on cue and then making it all look believable. From what I recall, the Afterparty had great fantastic smells depending on where you walked; it was either the delicious aroma of baking bread or chocolate chip cookies or fresh brewed coffee or the smell of fresh rain and the thing that threw me were the new colors, the new shapes and sights but more so, the new emotions available. But I thought I could really give this new part some dignity, humor and bite and make it mine, really mine but this was not always to be, as sometimes I was lambasted by the critics and trashed in reviews, some of them even from me. The Afterparty will be an ultimate celebration with singers, dancers and artists not bound by canvas or picture, poets not stopped by form or structure and the endless creation will be something to behold and make the entire Renaissance look like a finger-painting; so I'll see you there.


Joseph Grant, whose full catalog is here, is a 6S All-Star and the first featured author in our "Six Sixes" series.


Anonymous said...

This reviewer gives you rave reviews, as usual. You're always coming up w/ something new and interesting-wish I could crawl inside your head - it must be so much fun in there! Another great 6S, Joe - a never
ending journey.
Caroline Wells

Anonymous said...

Love it.

Adam J. Whitlatch said...

Fantastic. I love the metaphor here and the portrayal of the thespian mentality. The word weaver strikes again. Well-done, Joe. I think I might just have to frame this one as well.

Libby said...

Coming along with my normal silliness.

LOVE it Joe, as always you capture my attention and leave me begging for more words.

Made of win per usual!

elissa said...

joe joe joe...what can't you write?

Anonymous said...


Madam Z said...

I always pictured my "Afterparty" as smelling like fire and brimstone. I like your "fresh baked bread and chocolate chip cookies" much better.

Kevin Michaels said...

Excellent six - the kind that keeps getting better the more you read it (love the metaphor and use of acting...great stuff!). Vivid descriptions in the Afterparty that you can taste and feel!

Joe said...

Thank you all again for your kind wors and to anonymous, as well as a special thank you to elissa, as I don't have your email. (I usually thank everyone via email.)Your comments are much appreciated.

Linda said...

Love how the Afterparty smells like a house on the market. Unique, cynical, and told with verve - per usual. Peace, Linda

austere said...

See you there, Joe.
If they let me in, that is.


Stupendous. Going back to savor them words.

Bob Jacobs said...

Nice one Joe. See you there.


Joe said...

Thank you, austere, Bob. I appreciate it very much. Glad you liked it.