The Problem with Pedestals

I would have complained that he was an hour late, but I wasn’t about to lose this gig.

When he walked in, although he was wearing modern clothing, he was the spitting image of the portraits. It was indeed him.

“Mr. Shakespeare, I’m sure you’ve heard this ever since you were brought to this time, but you’ve been a huge inspiration to me…”

He remained silent. I plunged on.

“So… You’ve spent the last few weeks brushing up on history, and so… Ready to write some movies?”

He leant forward.

“Look, I… All my plays were workshopped with the actors…”