“What’s the play about?” Peggy asked.
Connie frowned and said, “That’s kind of hard to answer. It’s a comedy, but at the same time it’s a serious play. I mean it’s serious in what it talks about, but funny in the way it says it. It’s mostly about a boy genius—”
“That’s me!” Pip interrupted.
“—who feels that the only way to get along in the world is not to let people know how smart he is, because people are jealous and suspicious of people who are too smart. He meets a girl genius—that’s me—who has come to the same conclusion. Both of them try to act like ordinary people, and to adjust to the world, because everybody says it’s best to conform and be just like everybody else—”
“And one of the main problems is that neither one of them wants to let the other one know that he or she is any different,” Pip interrupted, “and that leads to a lot of misunderstanding and—”
“And a lot of serious discussion under the comedy,” Mal said, “about whether or not conformity is any good, and what to do with outstanding people, and how they can be educated, and how to use them properly in the world. It’s a really first-rate play.”
“It sounds wonderful!” Peggy said. “Has this Randy Brewster written any other plays? Who is he?”
“Randy has written lots of others,” Mal answered, “but this is the first one that looks as if it’s going to be produced. He’s a good playwright, and I think he’s going to be a success. At least I hope so, because if the play is well received, we all have a chance of success too.”
“What does he do besides write plays?” asked Amy.
“He’s a dancer and a singer,” Connie said. “He’s been working in night clubs and on television, and he’s good, but he has a real talent as a writer, and we all agree that he’s wasted as just another song-and-dance man. If you want to see him, you can tune in to your television set on Saturday night. He’s got a spot on the Road Show hour.”