Come See My Show... Please

Ah existentialism...how I love thee so.  If you have looked at my face in the past week or so, you may have made some comments like these: "Damn, Dominic looks really good", "I routinely get lost in that boy's eyes" or "Wait, why does he have a terribly ugly beard all of the sudden?".  Well, those first two are normal and are expected, but if you have heard yourself thinking that last one, fear not, I have a reason for this atrocious clump of facial hair taking over my chin like an unattractive virus: I'm performing in the Performing Arts Academy's production of Waiting for Godot by Samuel Beckett!...No? No idea what that is? Well, I guess SOME people missed the "20th Century Absurdist Theatrical Masterpiece" lesson last week!  For those slackers, I will explain the general plot: Two guys...wait for Godot...that's it! I would compare this play to Seinfeld in which nothing concrete happens but instead it focuses on the relationships of four men and the human condition of waiting.  I do not mean to brag (because I have no reason to) but this show is a theatrical masterpiece and should be extra credit to go see (Hint hint Ms. Serensky).  I would really appreciate if some of you guys came to see it, but if you do not then I will...just move on with my life, because nothing really matters in the world of Beckett or AP English for that matter.