How Shakespeare Got his Name and How I Know about it

I was at the reception of a conference, for which I registered a week ago telephonically (perhaps telepathically).

I was amused when I signed at the attendant registration sheet as I found out that my name was written (typed) as a single-word "Myonaing". And also in the name-card handed to me had the same single-word name "Myonaing".

I was quite amused as I in fact like that spelling because it sounds so Elizabethan.

When I left the registration table and headed to a hall where the conference was held, I saw an old man in a quite strange outfit usually wore by people in the 16th century.

I noticed that he was also quite amused, like me, with his name-card.

He then looked at me, and smiled and greeted friendly. He was so friendly to me. It looked like he has known me for so many years.

He laughed cheerfully when he saw my name-card attached on my jacket. He really must know who I am as well as what my name is because of what he said,

"Oh, they also did the same to you."

I was confused, thus asked him.

"What do you mean?"

He, with his pointed chin, pointed to my name-card.

"They made your name a single-word, as the way they did to mine."

He answered with a gentle laugh.

Clearly, he also liked what happened to his name because of the conference organisers.

I then looked at his name-card attached on his 16th-century-style coat. And then I knew perfectly who he is, because what was written (typed) on his name card is

Shakespeare

That was how I met Shakespeare, and knew his real name, which is

Shake Speare

But since that conference at which we happened to be attending together and sitting side by side, his name become a single-word "Shakespeare" as we all now know.

(I just had a funny lucid dream this early morning. And this is what my dream is.)

Myo

19 February 2017, Sunday, 8:18 am

Note: This is a third play I have written. Since December last year, I started reading (studying, to be precise) and collecting articles on writing plays as I want to write plays as my friend Sartre did.

One play I have already drafted was about my meeting with Sartre incidentally in a small café in Paris and our dialogue on determinism, freewill and the essence of life.