A denouement is the conclusion of a series of complicated events in a story, it’s often very dramatic, for those of you that don’t know.
Ex: Romeo and Juliet kill themselves because they are stupid and dramatic and it’s supposed to be the most important part of the play, but really it’s just the best part because they’re finally dead and you can move on with your life.
This past two weeks of my life feels like the biggest, most idiotic play ever written. Shakespeare probably wrote this, that’s how stupid and confusing and dramatic it is. It even has all of the key essentials for a Shakespeare play.
I mean, seriously. I could be a tragic hero, I’ve even got hamartia and stuff. My tragic flaw is, surprisingly, ambition. I think I can take on a ton of stuff to do and I really can’t so I just end up falling flat on my face.
Ironically, there would technically be a play within a play, which is soo Hamlet.
I’m not dead yet, though.
And you sigh and say, “Of course not! You’ll never die! You’re too good to die; you’ve got the moral compass of Mother Theresa, you’ve got the great genetics that will enable you to overcome anything! You will survive.”
But, alas, we have not reached the denouement of this story quite yet. I’m not done with anything yet.
Will One Act competition be a success?
Will she stop having the desire to strangle people?
Will her love life stop being so damn confusing?
Will she ever be able to function again?
Tune in next week to see if she makes it through!
Ha.
