Two bit player
I carry props, make costumes and shuffle scenery around. I have no union. I am also the audience. I must clap and admire and organize. I listen to long monologues that seem to go no where but must mean something deep and metaphorical like in “Waiting for Godot”. There are many costume changes and hairstyle changes.
I watch small noisy bunnies gesticulate and garrulously carry on about something that if I were actually paying attention might have a point. Or might not.
There is no purpose to the theater company that I work in, we are all in it for the story and how it goes along.