removing one's pants/nyc

a man in pants stands on stage.

a woman's soothing voice : the time is now eleven fifty nine, one minute until bedtime.

the man unbuckles his pants. he begins to pull them down.

a shrill woman voice : i can see you!

he freezes and then buckles his pants again.

man : sorry! sorry!

he walks toward the stage left, a wall appears. he nods his head as if to say, "oh yes, a wall resides there." he walks stage right, another wall. he heads upstage, a wall appears, as if from no where. there is nowhere to go except through the fourth wall. he tries to hide in the up stage left corner. facing the walls, he begins to remove his pants again.

a man's voice : i can see you! i can see you!
man : sorry! i'm sorry!

he zips up again. he stands looks around, annoyed. he realizes something, he walks to the wall and flicks a light switch. the lights go out. he gives a vocal sigh of relief. he can be heard fiddling with his pants to remove them. several flashlights shine on stage looking for him, after a moment they find him.

several voices : i can see you! i can see you! i can see you!

with his pants halfway off he freezes and pulls the up quickly. he is annoyed. he walks downstage, to the very edge and pulls his pants down. the end.