And the answer is surprisingly easy: no. Ever since the first caveman performed his first act, the acting itself has become a sacred ritual. Even treated like a hand of gods. I discovered this shocking story in my yard. I found in a box some stone tables... uhm.. no, that was actually the ones lost by Moses, forget it. I found another, older tables with script, without any doubt, the most archaic in the world. I deciphered it (oh, how many sleepless nights, how many buckets of coffee, how many lollipops have sacrificed their lives for just this one discovery!) and here it goes. Once there was a loose group of cavemen. They did what each caveman does, they polished their maces, they grunted, they ate yummy mammoths thighs. Normal, everyday stuff. The first acting was performed by the caveman whose name went into the oblivion with the wind of history. They were hunting a mammoth, a big, bad, furry mammoth, who happen to be more smart then them altogether. So, as they were waiting with a trap, this mammoth circled and stood behind their backs. Then a terrible roar tore the air. Frightened as they were they tried to escape but before them was a trap, and behind - big, bad mammoth. So one of those brave, stupid cavemen went two steps ahead and started to move his hands, legs and head, each in the opposite direction. His companions realised that he actually showed to the astounded mammoth how the world was created. In the meantime, his fellows went behind mammoth's back and... This evening's fest was sponsored by the letter M.
But with time, mammoths started to see this as a trick and weren't that stupid to watch with open... mouth (?) the performance, and when one of them didn't show any sign of admiration and mashed the unfortunate performer, a doom hung over the rest. And just in the moment when the mammoth wanted to crush some more, another caveman started to gurgle something, moving at the same time as a possessed one. Sadly, mammoth was deaf. The next time another gurgling caveman was dressed in the most jaunty furs with lots of shells and started to move as if dancing, howling mercilessly. The mammoth run away to just not to hear that.
The tribe thought a new power - singing (read: gurgling) saved them. But the truth lay somewhere else. Mammoths couldn't stand the sound and decided to make a group extinction.
This is the true story of how acting saved cavemen, and how singing dressed as acting caused poor, stupid mammoths to commit a mammoth-cide.
Time jump: AD 2010.
