THE MISS FIRECRACKER CONTEST by Beth Henley
The lights come up on a young woman standing awkwardly, boldly, downstage center. She is wearing a leotard, mesh stockings and tap shoes. Without a word of explanation she picks up a white rifle and begins twirling it to the strains of the Star-Spangled Banner. Before the national anthem is finished, she will work flips, splits, flag waving and roman candles into the hilariously awful act she is practicing. Doing this lunatic parody of a beauty contest talent routine without onstage preparation or any chance to establish...
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