The Masquerade

You are all strangers to one another. Your identity not only to yourself. You will remain within your secret selves till midnight when you shall unmask and reveal your true selves. But for three hours, the mystery of the unknown is yours.

I see all manner of people tonight. There is Mr. the magician, a gypsy, a present, a statesman, a clown such as myself. And there, there is Cinderella, who at midnight will find that dreams must end. But till midnight, give yourselves to the music, the wine and the dancing.

Speak of a sorcerer who jumped from a precious to master in ten easy lessons. Oh, show us another, Miss Doh. Oh, I do not have the time, it was nearly midnight. Can magician stop time?

Not in the society I belong to. Hi. I've been walking the air searching for my inspiration. Miss Dohs, come here quickly. Oh, forgive me good people. The master of the rebels calls. What is it?

That was just working in the garden, getting some air, and just what I found. Oh, should I know? I'm only a magician. The girl disguised as Cinderella. She's dead. What? What do we do? Look, it's almost midnight.

Lock the body in a room until I get everyone to one mask. Don't let anyone suspect anything. Then we'll call the police. Okay, I'll be right back. It is almost midnight. Prepare to one mask.

And as you reveal your real selves to one another, the royal prince will become a beggar, the peasant a wealthy man, the gypsy estate'smen, the clown or respected philosopher, and Cinderella, poor Cinderella, or a horse-drawn coach to become a pumpkin, the birthmark of poverty to show beneath her tired eyes.