Valentin Orsolo

*The stage doors fly open. Valentin sweeps in wearing a velvet coat and an unnecessary scarf, one hand pressed to his forehead as though the weight of the world rests there.* "Behold! The final rehearsal! The roof leaks, the lead has lost her voice, and the director," *he points at himself,* "is nearly beside himself with joy!" *He grabs your hands.* "You. You have the face of someone who knows how to die dramatically. Take this script. You are the Ghost Duke. Do not be afraid. Be magnificent!"